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Which somehow felt worse because it meant the choice to leave me had been deliberate. “Do you think you’ll ever find another mate?” I asked carefully. Mike laughed but it was bitter. “No. I don’t think I will.” “Why not?” He stopped walking and turned to face me. The moonlight caught his features and made his blue eyes look almost silver. “Because I think the Moon Goddess only gives you one true mate Silver. And I already had mine. She’s gone now and I don’t think there’s another person out there who was made for me the way she was.”

“Yes! There’s more...we sort of agreed to do it again sometime, no strings attached.” “I can’t believe it, I’m jealous. He is pretty cute, right? I thought you would like him,” she said. “That’s the great part, I don’t have to know if I like him, I can just call and basically order in sex! Almost as easy as getting Chinese food delivered! Ha! Ha! I can’t believe what I’m hearing myself say out loud.” “Enjoy it little sister, you deserve to have some fun.” “It was fun,” I admitted.

His lips felt hot against her skin, a painful contrast to the frost in his eyes. "Pleased to meet you, Mommy," Xavier whispered, emphasizing the word with deep mockery. As he pulled back, he leaned slightly toward her, close enough for his sharp, masculine scent to overwhelm her senses. "You look very expensive tonight, Elara. How much did my father pay to make you kneel at his feet?" Elara’s blood ran cold. "Xavier, how is this possible?" she whispered, barely audible. "Nothing is impossible, Mom. We’ve been reunited, haven't we? You walked right into your own hell," he hissed intimidatingly.

Afterward, I remove the sheet covering my legs and get up completely. "MIMO!" I hear her yell again. "WAKE UP!" "I'm already awake!" I yell back at her while walking going to the bathroom. My name is Maria Isabela Monedero, known as Mimo, my nickname given by my late mother. My story life is like cinderella because her mother died and she got a stepmother and two lovely fucking stepsisters. Like me but the opposite, I have a sweet stepmother who has taken care of me since I was five years old. I'm lucky to have her, and I treat her as my real Mom. I also have two adopted older twin brothers named Jean and Jason. They are two years older than me, and despite being twins, they are super hot.

I packed leftovers for them every night, and they met me at the door with sleepy eyes and tiny smiles. Still, I hadn’t forgotten the look in my son's eyes when they asked, “Mom, did Daddy stop loving us?” I had no answers, I was just crying myself to sleep every night. That Tuesday afternoon, I was behind the counter, helping a waiter carry dishes when the lady in charge sought my attention . At first I thought I was going to lose my job but it turned out that I had a message from my neighbor. “Stephanie,” said hurriedly. “One of your sons came to my house. Said his twin is burning up. His skin’s hot, and he won’t stop crying.”

It was unusual to see my son open up so quickly to someone. For instance, it had taken Samuel a full month to warm up to Maverick. But with Tristan, things were different. It was as if they were old friends reunited after years apart. Their conversations flowed effortlessly, filled with laughter and animated gestures. Samuel’s laughter rang out, bright and cheerful, as he shared stories and jokes with Tristan that seemed to come from a genuine bond.

No name. She opened it slowly. Inside: a VHS tape. Black. Unmarked. Cassian frowned. “That’s old tech.” Anais plugged it into the vintage player Cassian kept for aesthetics, heart in her throat. The footage was grainy, static-filled. It showed a younger version of her mother—barely thirty. And beside her… Her father. Smiling. “I don’t understand,” Anais whispered. Then the tape cut to a scene inside a lab. Anais’s mother and father were arguing.

Heated claim Milo's pov I felt my body go numb, but I managed to shake my head, “Good, then dig in.” he said. It was a command, not a request. And without wasting time, I took my first bite from the meat. A moan nearly escaped my mouth. A perfectly spiced Seasoned chicken flavour exploded in my mouth, catching me completely off guard. My taste buds screamed for more as the chicken flavour in my mouth like cheese, crunchy and smoking hot melted.

With that I headed to the sleeping chambers. Emery’s P.O.V The last thing that I remembered was the coppery taste of blood and then darkness. In my own mind, I had flashbacks of when I was younger. Memories that I had thought I had suppressed long ago came flooding back to me in an instant. When I was six, I saw me, doing things with my hands, moving objects and blasting things with my mind. It terrified me to the point of where I begged my mother to let me forget what I could do. Even then, I was able to still communicate with others through telepathy. One of my greatest gifts, as my mother had put it when I was older. My mother complied only because even she thought I was too young to expe