Romans & histoires Mal-entendido

His eyes bore a mix of regret and admiration as he witnessed the love and unity that radiated from Millent and the triplets. "You have built something remarkable," the Alpha admitted, his voice tinged with a hint of remorse. "I have seen the strength and determination that resides within you all. I now understand the magnitude of the mistake I made in rejecting you, Millent." Millent's heart swelled with mixed emotions, forgiveness mingling with a lingering sense of pain. She had worked hard to heal from the rejection and find happiness with her chosen mates. Yet, she remained open to the possibility of growth and understanding.

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interesting. Ooh. February 15th, 2038--Freshman Year-ish "I can't believe I'm actually writing in this. Dear Diary--no that's too cliche. Dear... me? Okay, Dear me: I saw a flier for some anti-New World organization. I thought that everyone blindly followed the established social order. It's probably stupid to think that I'm the only one who opposes the government, though. I just thought something was wrong with me. Maybe a group of likeminded people is what I need to feel some... I don't know, purpose or something. I'm not that stupid, though. I know not to tell any adults about this. What I don't get is why the flier was posted where anyone could see. They probably underestimate the govern

Nero touches with his nose the hand Samuel uses to hold the medallion. “Oh this? Do you want it back?” He opens his hand and Nero takes another sniff rubbing his nose on the medallion. “You know you could just use the mind link to talk to me, then I wouldn’t have to guess these things.” Samuel points out with a huff and a puff. “Not half as fun though.” Nero mind links him and you can tell by his voice how amused he is over it.

I regretted as soon as the words left my mouth, “What an idiot I am, you made a Spanish omelette, of course you were in Spain.” “It has nothing to do with it, it's like saying that someone knows how to make hot dogs because they came to the United States, or whoever knows how to make pasta is because they went to Italy. Your conclusions are stupid, Mark.” “Well, I'm sorry, okay? My brain is thinking about how incredible everything is. What else did you learn in Spain? Were you there a long time?”