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I've never understood why they dislike me, but it's never bothered me much. Today marks my eighteenth birthday, and the Alpha and Luna have taken it upon themselves to celebrate in their grand mansion. As the pack gathers around, grinning and singing the birthday song, I watch from the sidelines, a silent observer amidst the joyful chaos. Some capture the moment with their phones, preserving the memory for posterity. I'm aware that most of them only tolerate me because I'm the Beta's daughter and have a good relationship with the Alpha's family. And let's not forget, Alfie, the Alpha's only son, and his twin sister, Amelia, are my best friends. It's almost as if they're compelled to befriend

I croaked. Within half an hour, Maya’s kitchen looked like a chaotic apothecary: ginger tea steaming in mugs, Sophie’s infamous “hangover smoothie” (bananas, spinach, coconut water, and some mystery powder she swore by), and a delivery of greasy fries and breakfast sandwiches Aria had ordered in her moment of weakness. We all piled onto the couch with blankets, N*****x set to some ridiculous rom-com none of us cared about. “Confess,” Maya said, nudging me with her foot. “Who was Mystery Guy?”

Lerisa remembered the lady who had asked Ben for a dance politely, but Ben waved her off and called her Emma. "Don't listen to him, Lerisa. I'm not in a relationship with Emma. We are only friends with benefits," Ben said, noticing the guilty look on Lerisa's face. "Friends with benefits indeed," Remy laughed, while Ben glared at him for trying to ruin his chances with Lerisa. Remy stared at the stage and saw Anthony dancing with a lady in white, but he didn't see her face. "I only came here to attend my cousin's birthday party. I wouldn't be here if Anthony wasn't related to me through my mother," Remy finished his wine and stared back at Lerisa, saying, "I'm single, my lady, can we be frie

' Stacey said and I scoffed loudly. ' What do you know about fashion designing?' ' Whatever. Seeing is believing. Besides, do not underestimate Stacey Oblong.' I couldn't hold back my laughter. Mike's p.o.v ' What do you mean by you need a new girlfriend? Have you already broken up with Linda again?' My best friend Raphael asked staring at me intently. ' What? Stop looking at me that way. She was the one that left me, okay?' ' And why? There has to be a reason.'

"Zack, it's fine you can leave. I have Lucas and these guys,'' I didn't want to leave permanently. Plus, saying Kevin was here was not as reassuring as she thought. Eventually, I did leave. I would hate to keep her around Kayla when she clearly wasn't happy with her around. "Lucas is really nice," Kayla conversed as we walked to where I parked. "Is he? I never liked him," Kayla linked our arms which made it difficult to watch. "He's nice. That girl is your friend?" I grinned at the mention of Kiki, "My best friend, Kiara. We've known each other for years," Kayla nodded in acknowledgement, "She's pretty," "The most beautiful person I've ever met," I truthfully replied.

"You can call me Jun." My best friend was mad at me. My sister left me. And my ex-boyfriend broke my heart when I found him in bed with another girl. I wanted someone I could hold on to, even for a short moment, and Jun was definitely going to be that person, even if we were both drunk-- me being the one more wasted. The kissing resumed and clothes were removed, but the darkness of the room hid our secrets.

Experts say women should spend more time looking at muscular men. It was hard to argue with that, especially when it was said by real experts. And I wasn't even freeloading. I was helping the guy gain traffic, too. At midnight, my best friend, Bridget Poe, sent me a thirst-trap video from an account named "elaire" and demanded a full review. I tapped the video open. The room was dim, lit by a single mood lamp behind him.

Our nine-year friendship has been smooth-sailing since we met on our first year of college. There is a secret though that I've been keeping. I don't know when it happened and how, but I just feel it—I like my bestfriend a lot, much more than a bro normally would. Ever since our Bio days, he has been helping me with my academic and extracurricular work. I am a good student but he pushes me to become better. It's not like we're competing with each other. No, not like that. Instead, he motivates me to do the best that I can, because he also does the same. This is why when we're together, we're unstoppable. Our tandem wins almost all inter-university quiz bees that our professors sends us to joi

So, why was this guy—who, according to my people, was supposed to be her best friend—holding her waist like he was her boyfriend? ‘What the hell is wrong with you, man? It's just a girl; nothing special.’ My inner voice scolded me—and it was right. I mean, not to be dick-headed, but I have had chicks fight for me. At concerts, they literally throw pussies at me. I've dated models, actors, and pretty much every woman you can picture off. But there was never anyone like her. Just a normal girl. But maybe that was the point. Maybe her being regular is what made her feel... new... interesting like something worth exploring.

"This is a huge project that will require staff members from two different departments to be paired and work closely. We believe it's going to not only foster good teamwork but also bring fresh perspectives to our work." Excitement flickered through me. I was intrigued by the idea of working hand-in-hand with someone from another department. Straight away, my thoughts went to Hannah and how great it would be to share a big project like this with her. The boss chimed in, "We did think a lot about the strengths of everybody and what would make good pairings so that we're most successful. You won't be able to select your partners because it has been previously done by the company. We feel that