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A/N Thank you for your continued support. Hope you enjoyed this short, completed and simple love story. Just a feel good romance, where there aren't any villains, only misunderstandings and a lot of loving. A list of books I have written: *A Rancher's Fall (Romance) *A Chance At Love (Romance) *A Alpha's Chance At Love (Werewolf Romance) A reminder that all my books are mature. I accept constructive criticism, bullying in any forms is unacceptable.

I can’t believe what I’m seeing. “Believe in whatever you want to believe. I don’t give a damn,” I snapped. I turned my back on them. Maisie and Elize went to me. They looked worried. “Are you okay?” I nodded. Bitterness filled my system when I realized what just happened. They can all go to hell for all I care. “Of course,” I said as I swallow the lump in my throat. To be continued...

Grace was in the pack’s library, absentmindedly flipping through one of the books. Martin was busy with his patrolling obligations, and she had no idea where Chris had vanished. She hardly engaged in conversation with anyone else. After that trip to the hill with Martin, she met him a few more times. Often, when Chris was away and Martin could sneak away from his patrolling duties, they used to go for a run in the woods, swim in the lake or just watch the sunset. She loved his carefree sense of humour. They became good friends. Her wolf liked Martin as well. She wasn’t cheating on Chris, at least she wasn’t sleeping around with omegas like him. If he found out, she would deal with it later.

I did not say anything during the entire thing and just watched her quietly as she put on her show. I wanted to know just how sincere she was during our seven years of friendship. By the looks of it, I was too naive and mistook this venomous viper for a harmless pet. That was why I ended up dying so tragically in the previous cycle. “That’s fine. If you can’t help me, someone else will.” I did not stop smiling and dialed a number. The moment the call went through, the person on the other end asked anxiously, “Miss Nelson, have you managed to contact Joy?”

Gianna's voice trembled. "By the time I got there, it was too late. The doctor declared her dead. Blood had trickled from her mouth, and her organs were corroded by the poison. But her expression was so peaceful, as if… as if she were finally free." Ausilia sank into a chair. Her face was as pale as paper. The folder slipped from Mattia's hands, and the papers scattered across the floor. Enrico froze in place, paralyzed.

"Come over immediately! Something's wrong with the servers! The fans are screaming! Jake thinks it's just a load spike. You know the system better, so come take a look. Maybe it's a configuration issue!" A configuration issue? Well, of course. That thermal control script Jake deleted didn't just manage temperature. It also handled voltage smoothing and prevented power surge-induced breakdowns. "Mr. Miller, I'm on suspension, remember?" I looked out into the crowd outside the window. "Besides, isn't Jake the talented top expert you hired? He said my approach old-school and hacky, so I'd rather not interfere." "Now is not the time for this, Susan!" Martin snapped. "If you fix it now, I'll refu

He would have noticed it at once if he had just turned back to look at me, but he never did. Time passed by in seconds. Lynetter never showed up at all during this period, and I kept fainting and waking up repeatedly. Soon, the countdown timer showed I had only five seconds left to live. I suddenly heard the sound of someone punching in the code at the door lock, and I jolted awake at once. A split second later, my phone lit up next to me with a text message from Troy. "You fucking liar, Felicia Cooper! Your brother's dead now because the doctors failed to save him! I hope you spend the rest of your life wallowing in regret!"

"I miss you. And Oscar may never forgive me if he doesn't get to see Moxie again. We want you back, if you can see your way to forgiving me for being a dumbass." There. He'd said it. He'd put the whole thing out there. Now, heart in his throat, Denver held his breath, knowing it was out of his hands. * * * We want you back. He might have been slow, but he'd finally made a move. And it was exactly what Misty had wanted him to say the other night. But though her heart pounded with hope, with excitement, there was no little bit of fear mixed in. She'd let down her walls with this man. She'd let him into her life further than any man in years, and at the first sign of trouble, he'd run. What gua

Chapter 91 (Book 1- Finale; The Last Part) He does not only appeared serious, but threatening with his expression falling blank and his gaze shallowed. Missy stood still on her spot, fuming in an explosive anger unable to carry out her intended attack on him. She badly wish to punch his guts out, claw her fingers all over his face drawing blood all over her hands. “Fine.” The response seethed out of her mouth, “But there is conditions. The first is, I’m no longer a prisoner in this house. I can go wherever I want to go-“