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He adjusted his glasses, “Dr. Nebrough told me you've handled similar cases before. I’ve seen your proposals…” He gestured at the proposal Anise had pulled several all-nighters drafting last week and continued, “Just keep going in the same direction here.” She was beginning to understand why Liam insisted she apply for this position. She saw her reflection in the mirror. Her eyes were shining radiantly with a captivating glow. “Miss Buccaneer, your takeout is here.” The security guard entered with a bag labelled “Rodger's Porridge.” It was a lobster porridge with a helping of braised prawn, exactly how she liked it.

Driving in a porsche. Madison was on her way to her parents house. She hadn't seen them for what felt like forever and she couldn't wait to see them. Last time she saw them was her graduation. She had graduated with a honors degree in robotics from the University of Califonia institute of technology. Not that she was ever gonna use that degree anyways. She already had a job as a TV presenter and had hosted many extravagant shows and parties and had her own reality show and lots of fans at every corner not to mention all the brands and products that wants her to model for them. She was living her best life and she didn't need a degree for that.

“Okay, I’ll run it. On one condition… you get picked back up and make it to the Super Bowl again, I want box seats for that. And a couple plane tickets to get there. Deal?” “Deal. Thanks Roc. It’s a custom motorcycle plate; MDHTTR.” “Okay, one sec while I run it through the system. Oh wow! That was actually fast for a change. Her name is Madison Evans, she’s thirty-six and lives out in the country near Madison, Wisconsin. I’ll text you the address. And Josh… if you tell anyone I did this, I’ll deny it till I’m blue in the face. I logged in under a computer maintenance worker so I’m wiping it from the system. Keep this under wraps.”

"It's for dry cleaning. Cash is easier." "Don't worry about it. I offered to help." Madison reached out to stop me. As her fingers neared my wrist, I recoiled. Her hand froze in the air. Her voice carried a faint tightness she probably thought she had hidden. "Really, it's fine. I have something to do." When she turned, she almost bumped into Ana Moss, one of the inn staff, who had just come back holding a bag of roasted chestnuts. Ana watched Madison disappear, then seized my arm, her eyes alight with excitement.

I start. She unzips the front, exposing the thin, ribbed purple sweater underneath. I flinch at the sight of the long sleeves. Getting out of this without her stripping down isn’t happening. To my amazement, Madison doesn’t wait for my next instruction; she keeps going—the sweater is yanked over her head, sending her long hair into a cascade of waves. Static makes the thin strands cling to the sweater before it’s set lightly by her feet. She’s not wearing any undergarments.

I took at her face trying to see through her but she was just laughing with Leon. I ran my hand through my hair in frustration, I brought my attention to Leon when I heard him whistle, he gestured with his head for me to look at the door and I did. All eyes were on Madison as she walked into the hall in a dark red strapless high slit dress with black pencil heels and purse to match, her makeup was on point, and her hair was done into curls, and from afar I could see the original diamond jewelry on her neck, wrist and ears.

If Serena was being held across the sea, she would be the compass that guided them. Valerian said nothing at first, simply scanning the crew, his eyes lingering on Alexandro, then Serena’s brothers. A strange calm hung about him, like the eye of a storm. Only he and Alexandro truly understood what this journey could unleash. Maeron was not just a criminal or warlord—he was myth, the embodiment of a darker age, and if he had Serena, then something bigger was in motion. Still, Valerian had agreed to this alliance, temporary or not. He owed Nivera, and he owed the Moon Goddess. More than that, he respected Serena’s courage—the way she carried herself, the way she stood up for her people. She wa

"Y...Yes Alpha..The State of Rysterbia conducts a census every five years. Our Luna has never been counted as a citizen and resident of Rysterbia despite being born and raised here. Her name is neither in the birth records nor in the Unique Identity Number records. In official records, she doesn't even exist. Yes, she attended a public school and a public college but she was registered there in a program called 'H.O.P.E Mission'; a specialised program meant for talented and special children. The children in these programs are kept apart from other children. Apparently, they are observed to design better studying methods for children. Similarly, the college she attended ran an identical progr

"There is no one more perfect than you to be the Luna and mate of a Skinwalker/Werewolf hybrid." She was crazy. "Yes I may be crazy, I've been called crazy when I challanged Athena to a weaving contest, I was called crazy when I was to marry my mate when I was turned human, I was called crazy when I asked for the timeline to be reset and for my mate to be killed. All I wanted was a better life for you, a life that I wish I had." She said, walking over to me. "Go to the festival, ask around for Alpha Tate, tell whoever you ask that the Beauty Moon Weavers have the medicine for his dad."

She can buy, like, 2 doughnuts and a drink with this! She ran to the bakery at the other side of the road, it was near so she didn't have to take a cab. She likes eating and buying stuff here. Everything was so sweet. "Hello!" Madie greeted the lady in the counter, she was chewing on some gum and had plenty of piercings on her ears. Pretty. "Can I have uhm-Three Chocolate Glazed Doughnuts, and uhm-a Small Strawberry Shake?" She stared at Madie for a while. 'Did I have something on my face?'