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There is still a lot to discover for Lyka and so, don't miss out on book two which I will perhaps be dropping next year. Social media accounts: Watpadd: swordofwhisper Dreame: sword of whisper Goodnovel: Marjo Ryna You can also message me at marjorhinah442@gmail.com for any inquiries. Thank you.

Like she couldn't believe it was real. My chest felt full. Warm. Like something inside me was expanding. Like I could breathe deeper. I typed back: THE MEDIA LIVES FOR THINGS LIKE THIS. ARE YOU OKAY? Her response came immediately: I'M PERFECT. ME: GOOD. STAY THAT WAY, TIGER. IF ANYONE HARASSES YOU CALL ME. MADDISON: SURE BOYFRIEND. There it was again. Boyfriend. My chest did that stupid thing again. That warm, full thing.

She thought about asking any of the two but eventually changed her mind. Instead Of asking, Madison just makes her busy with the flowers in his arm and forget about asking them. She still doesn't want to communicate with other people. For her, all they can do for her is offer sympathy, look at her pitifully and try to fix her even though there’s nothing to fix. She doesn't want to feel pitiful. That’s why she refuses to talk with anyone. Remembering about the note she saw, it was a card with a picture of a butterfly that looks very familiar. Opening the note, Madison froze.

I swallowed them because I didn’t yet know what would happen if I didn’t and my instinct kept disturbing me deep inside me. As the drowsiness crept in, blurring the edges of the room, I thought about Reynolds standing in his living room, glass in hand, telling me Maddy was better off without me. Maybe he was right or maybe I had ruined the one good thing that had ever happened to me the moment I let myself want it… want her so badly. Regardless, I was not going to give up. All I knew, as sleep finally dragged me under, was that Maddison Alaine was still out there somewhere, and I intended to find my way back to her no matter what it took me.

His face visibly softened for a split second and then immediately hardened again. Hi guys! I'm Madi, I'm from Australia and I love to read and write! I'm a self proclaimed writer and adventurist. I love nature and exploring the boundaries of fiction. Thank you for reading my stories! "Let me show you your new office" he led me down the hall to a silver door with a name plaque hanging on it 'Miss Madeline Slate'

-He held out his hand to the smaller omega. -Oh, well, I am Booke Taylor of Anderson," she returned the greeting, "his wife. Now," she turned to Nathan and asked, "Can you tell me which of the two has the right to be here?

He waved back, blew me a kiss, and told me he'll see me soon before bringing the car to life and driving off. I sighed contentedly and smiled. I have a good feeling about the Matching. I have a good feeling about Finn, and how we would most likely get Matched. I trodded back to the bookstore where I work, lunch bag in hand. "I'm sorry we don't have a copy of that book anymore, Mrs. Salazar. But we have new arrivals you might be interested in," I heard Madi tell a middle-aged woman with hawk-like eyes and black curls in a practiced politeness as I slid behind the register, tucking away the bag.

Peterson said she would call if something changed, so I practically jump on the phone when it rings. “Hello?” “Mr. Blackmoon. This is Mrs. Peterson from the book cafe. I’m sorry to inform you, but Maddie quit her job today. She is sadly not coming back, sir.” What the actual fuck! “Did she give a reason?” “She is still sick, and she is not sure when she’ll be better. She doesn't want to leave us hanging one man short anymore. Bless her heart.” I close my eyes, my heart feeling heavy. She is gone. Why would she just up and run like that? I’m not that bad. Am I?

Taylor hissed, her voice dropping to a venomous whisper, "how dare you? Don't you know I could make you lose everything?" "Taylor," I said, "I know you better than anyone. You're using these pathetic little mind games on me now because you can't actually do anything more substantial, can you?" I took a step closer to her. "Don't worry. My desire to destroy you is every bit as strong as yours to destroy me." Silence. I heard a small voice from behind Victoria. "You're wrong about Alexander and Ethan." Madison said quietly, peeking out from behind Victoria's elegant gown. Her face was pale, her eyes wide. "They didn't mean to bump into that lady. She's lying."

PLEASE READ UNTIL THE END. Dear Readers, Thank you for reading Charlie and Taylor’s story, “The Bad Boy Next Room.” Writing my first young adult book has been such a fun experience. I loved coming up with the funny moments, but nothing compares to the joy of seeing how they made you laugh. Your comments were priceless, and I’m genuinely grateful for all that you’ve shared with me.