Novel & Cerita Mary Argy

I watched as the woman walked out of the office, knowing that she was dismissed, before I got up from my chair. The fact that Renata saw me bringing her here was not something that she liked. She didn’t need to say a word about it, but I could tell by the anger that I saw in her eyes that it was something that she wanted to fight me against. And that was something that I knew to straighten with her. The last thing that we needed was an argument or fights, and knowing my woman, she wasn’t going to let things go without making a fight.

He wraps his arms around my neck and deepens the kiss. Someone tugs on my pants, and I look down and smile at my kids. Mary is two years old and is just like her daddy. She's blonde with blue eyes and a beautiful smile. She holds her brother's hand, Noa, who looks like me, with his black hair and big light green eyes. I take them both in my arms and drape them over my shoulders. Angel kisses me softly on the lips and walks away from me, letting big white wings sprout from her back, - Angel?

This can't be. This can't be true... I'M IN THE BODY OF HILARY!

While he managed to avoid dealing with curious coworkers, there was still one person he couldn’t escape—Argo. Over Christmas and New Year, Argo had gone skiing with friends at a remote cabin in the very north, where cell service was practically nonexistent. The entire point of the trip had been to disconnect from the world. Little did he know that, because of this, he had missed out on one of the biggest breaking news stories of the season. As soon as Argo was on his way back this morning and his phone reconnected to the network, the first thing that popped up was: "ALERIC WINFIELD HOSPITALIZED IN ACCIDENT – MYSTERIOUS WOMAN BY HIS SIDE."

I had been told to stay away from my mate after the ‘Argo Gone Crazy’ aftermath at school in the morning when we saw Samantha after a long time, so that her wolf was not forced to remember things by my broken Alpha wolf. Poor Argo had refused to make an appearance since then and completely shut himself off from everyone. Not even Xeon’s wolf, Crato could reach him to cheer him up. Sigh ! “I miss her,” I whispered as tears started lacing my eyes. “I miss her so fucking much,” I added aggressively before breaking down.

"You already knew about Argos." "My legal team discovered the name recently. We are investigating it. But I am curious what you know." "Not enough. That is the problem." He leaned forward, lowering his voice. "Argos Holdings was a ghost. It existed on paper for five years, moved money through a dozen different accounts, and then vanished. But before it vanished, it made one payment that I have been trying to trace for two years. A payment to a woman named Margot Vane." The coffee shop felt very quiet. "Who is Margot Vane?"

“I did not mean to.” Ryan looked around carefully. Nobody appeared injured. Thank the gods for that small mercy. “What happened?” Aria swallowed hard, her voice trembling. “I got angry.” That terrified her most of all. Not grief. Not fear. But simple, ordinary anger. Something so human and relatable. A training wolf had made a cruel comment about her, nothing unusual in the current climate of suspicion. She had felt the hurt deeply. Then the anger had risen. And suddenly the entire field had frozen without any conscious intention or control on her part.

He’s snuggling her with questions, she looks at me, smiling. “Mine.” My wolf growls at the young man been so close to her. I radiate jealousy as I see the man touch and hold Justin’s hands. “Stop being a creep.” Justin tells the young man before turning to look at me. He turns and notice I’m sitting in the room in the clinic. “I’m Luke, Justin’s brother.” He gives me his hand for a handshake. I stood up from the sit and take his hand. “I’m Arthur.” I say respectfully and with a smile on my face.

I spun on my heels to get a look at the source of the voice "You were thinking out loud." "I spent over a thousand hours on that painting." The voice continued "E.A.D?" The words left my lips as I stared at the letters at the bottom of the painting "It's an acronym for Eugene Ari Darian." "Greek?" I scoffed, genuinely amused "A greek god actually," he corrected, arrogance clear in his tone with his head held up high "You are arrogant, you know that right?" I asked, not the least bit impressed "Okay, I'm sorry if I've been rude." His attempt at an apology was weak-hearted, he didn't mean it and I could sense it

I said, leaning closer to the mirror to put my mascara on, “I moved to an art boarding school in Argentina, remember?” Leo rolled his eyes, “And people will believe that?” “I’m hoping they’ll be drunk enough not to notice,” I said, reaching for the lipstick. I had had little energy to put into my appearance since Cato was born and for the first time in weeks, I’d done my hair, changed out of my sweatpants and hoody and put make-up on. “Talking of…” I continued, “I’ve pumped Cato’s milk for tonight so your Mom can feed him… and also for all day tomorrow… so I can drink tonight.”