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Luca asked if the cousin would let us stay. Eli said yes. We drove. The farmhouse was old. White paint. A porch. Fields of corn. Eli's cousin was named Sarah. Not Derek's Sarah. A different Sarah. She hugged Eli. She looked at me. She looked at the girls. She asked if we were in trouble. Eli said yes. She said we could stay as long as we needed. We carried the bags inside. Hope woke. She cried. Luca picked her up. She said Dada.

Mia If I were asked why I'm here, my reply is to fulfill a promise, so welcome to my diary. I am Mia, a nerd and that quiet girl who doesn't even exist or get noticed. However, I have a friend, Nicole who has a crush that doesn't know she even exist either and currently she's going for a heart surgery but have refused. Why? That's because she wants this crush to be hers at all cost. I had to make a promise that I watch over him for her, stalk him, learn everything about him while she gets her surgery done in America.

Right from when we were both kids,my sister was the perfect daughter, she always did what was expected of her when it was expected of her and as a result was everyone's favorite, but I didn't mind, in fact loved it, because with everyone's attention on her, I was free to do what I wanted whenever I wanted. One day when I was fourteen I came in here with the boy I was dating and a bunch of our other friends, and one of the kids dared us all to go off deeper into the woods by ourselves and bring back a kill. Somehow I got lost and stumbled into the fayronas territory. I would have had my soul sucked out but I made a bargain to give them two other souls

"Get on top of him. Facing the other way." "Like a 69?" I ask, the words escaping before I can censor the hope in my tone. She grins. "Exactly." Fucking hell. Mason's about to put his cock right in my face. Our eyes meet. There's no hesitation. No shame. Just two hot best friends that are about to have their cocks in each other's mouths. I've never had another man do that to me before, but I'm sure I want him to.

" He said. I thought as much. This loser never calls except he's implied to do so by Cassidy. To think that he's my Best friend. What was I even thinking... "You see, I was right just now Carter. How's Cassy doing? When are you guys leaving KD?' I asked excitedly. It's only been months but it feels like forever since I last saw my childhood best friends. Cassidy and Carter. They are twins and yes, they're identical. Carter may be such an annoying freak but I love him greatly. Strangely, his pestering makes me feel like a normal human sometimes.

I wondered if he was going to accept a girl like me, a lowly Omega. He didn't seem mean though, he looked interested and I was sure he'd bring up the topic of us being mates soon. "Tell me something fun about yourself," he suddenly asked. The tension between us was so intense. "Uhm, well, I'm really fast." I said and he chuckled. "Faster than the average werewolf." Kallen and I continued to talk, bouncing topics off of each other. He'd bought me at least 4 more cosmopolitan and I was starting to feel tipsy.

I asked him confused. "You cried a lot. So, you need to eat something to give you energy. And moreover, you like to eat ice cream when you are sad, right?" he said tilting his head to one side. "You really know me so well."I smiled and put my head on his shoulder. He kissed my head and hugged me. I snuggled close to him. I just feel so good being like this with him. I feel so safe like no one can harm or hurt me. That's the reason friends are more reliable than boyfriends.

Taking the empty plates out of the room but leaving the chocolate on the table. I ignore the chocolate and dip my head in the rock bed. I take out my journal and start writing. I like making cartoons of people when I am sad. But I create it only for the people I like. My list is very short though. Of course, my sister comes first and then comes our bus uncle. He had always been kind to me. Then comes Riya and then a few of the people in my neighborhood. I like writing for them too, I write four lines with every cartoon. Like a poem, they are not worth reading but I like doing it. It's like an unopened letter to them in which I have opened my heart. They will never know about it, perhaps Nikk

I figured if you weren't home Saturday then I'd have to mourn you for ten years then find a new friend,'' he recounted. ''Ten years? That's a long time,'' I told him. ''Yeah but I'd be sad for ten years if we weren't friends,'' I held out my pinky to which he immediately clasped his own around, ''I promise to always be your friend,'' ''And I promise to always be yours or I'd have to give up mac and cheese and pudding cups forever,'' he promised in return. ''Even pudding cups?'' I asked incredulously. ''That's how you know I'm serious,'' he said as he looked me directly in the eyes.