Novel & Cerita Mary Argy

*** Enthusiast Jeffrey Campbell sat at the Argent's high class breakfast patio with moody Ricky Winterfield who he practically dragged out of his house early that morning. Well, Jeffrey couldn't stand his knucklehead best friends waste a whole Saturday doing nothing but wallowing in distasteful "self-induced boredom" as he put it. He was positioned next to Tommy De' Argent, Arian's baby brother who was a lot more fun. Tommy was a little before six. Madame Rose De' Argent, who the boys loved to call Mom Rose, had Tommy late. Precisely thirteen years after she had Arian. Unlike his big brother, cool thing's Tommy was a mix of funny, mischievous and sweet.

I took a look and was surprised to see Argon! "Argon?" I called, feeling so happy to see my mate, but a bit worried on his face expression. He wasn't looking pleased one bit. He just stared at me. "Oh, I can see lover boy is here. I'll leave you two now," Maya mocked out, not caring about Argon's status. Annoying rat! I thought she was a fan of him? As soon as Maya left the room, Argon shut the door immediately, making sure it was locked.

I'm not shocked who Argo inherited his action from. But I finally stood up before the conversation deteriorated. "I'm sorry, but it would have been preferable if I had simply returned home. I will not compel your son to be a father to my son and be a responsible man. I'm also not interested in your money, and if you ask who I am, I will tell you this; I'm Natalia Punongbayan, from the City of Dreams Manila! In a country where rice and gasoline are both pricey! And I believe don't judge the book by its cover and thank you!" I turned my back on them after saying that and looking at Argo, who was shaking his head. When I walked out of the house, I felt as though I had a stiff neck.

"I don't believe that they had gotten their wolves before he took his own life. Yesterday was Amaris's first time shifting." "Did you get to speak with her today?" Dad asks at the mention of my mate again. "No," I tell him, shaking my head back and forth as hurt, frustration, and disappointment wash over me. "She never showed up to school." Several silent moments tick by as different scenarios rush through my head regarding why she never showed. "I'm worried about her," I mutter, breaking the silence, with my shoulders slumped, and head lowered towards the floor. "She can take care of herself. She is strong," he remarks, the hint of a smile quirking up at the corner of his lips. "She is unli