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After putting in my locker combination and taking out the sad looking textbook, I hadn't even gotten the chance to close my locker, when I was pushed against it, hard. I hissed out in pain while rubbing the back of my head. I turned around and surprise surprise, it was miss Universe giving me her pageant-worthy smile (note the sarcasm). " well what have I done to deserve your blessings today? " I asked in a bored tone while adding an eye roll which only infuriated her more "Stay away from Chris" she spat as her light body swayed from the force "He.Is.Mine" she said emphasizing each word of the last part.

Macy exits Anna’s office and the next time her door opens, a six feet inch male figure addressed in all black including his nose mask and face cap, strides into Anna’s office gracefully. She stares at him, observing his every move as he removes his face cap from his head, letting his blond loose curls fall effortlessly. Finally, he removes his nose mask and sends Anna a warm smile, making his green eyes sparkle. Just like someone Anna knew. “Nice meeting you doc, I’m Nicholas Montez,” Anna’s patient says, his smile not disappearing from his face. If not that she had to remain professional till the end of his therapy session, Anna would have definitely found herself squealing in excitement ju

𝙰𝚌𝚎 𝙰𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛 7 years old. The brown-haired boy stood there looking at the woman helping her kids choose the toys they wanted. Ace didn't get help from her, he's shy, anxious that she's going to return the ten dollars teddy bear that he brought. His soft small hand clenched the ear of the brown teddy bear, he pouted and with a shaking body, he approached his mother.

“Maria will be in charge of creating the Regency-style updo with curls, pins, and accessories. Up next is Joe, he’s the makeup artist. He handles all face and makeup transformation, enhancing natural beauty, and he’ll be in charge of adding the Regency ‘glow.’ Beside Joe is Clara, she’s the wardrobe assistant—or dresser. She’ll help you into the gown, corset, petticoat, gloves, and adjust the fit, lace you up properly, and ensure nothing is out of place.” Clara immediately chimed in, “That’s right.” Edward decided to ignore her and continued. “And that’s Trevor, the nail technician. You can call him a beauty therapist. He’ll give you a quick manicure, pedicure, maybe a mini-facial beforehand

Spencer admitted. “Very well, the matter is settled,” Angela replied. Spencer, smiling, introduced himself, “Please excuse my manners; I am Spencer.” “Nice to meet you; I am Angela,” she responded. “Lovely name; it is a pleasure to meet you,” Spencer remarked. Angela smiled in return. “I see you own this splendid boutique,” Spencer observed. “Yes, I do,” Angela affirmed. “It is beautiful,” Spencer complimented. “Thank you very much,” Angela replied appreciatively.

When I found out I was going to die, I accepted it with ease. My mate, Simon Knightley, came to me with a sullen expression and said, "Zora, Laila has been in poor health since birth. She's an Omega with the weakest healing ability. "One of her kidneys is failing, and she needs a transplant to survive."

His presence filled the space before he even spoke. “Mrs. Blackthorn,” he said smoothly, his tone refined, charming even. “I hope I’m not intruding. I do intend to come on time when it is meetings like this.” I gestured for him to sit. “Not at all. You have me at a disadvantage, though. I don’t believe we’ve met. And given your scent, I can tell that you are not from here, Alpha.” He smiled, slow and confident, the kind of smile that didn’t quite reach the eyes. “Forgive me. Alpha Lorenzo D’Amaris. But I choose to go by Mr. D’Amaris when it is amongst humans.”

“Just recently, our company worked with a renowned artist, Spencer. I heard that he was also a student at your school, right?” “Spencer?” When Ms. Brown heard his name, she smiled. “It’s such a small world isn’t it? Spencer was also my student, in fact he was Errol’s roommate too!” Once again, Spencer had proven himself to be credible. “I’m sure you were one of the factors that they had excelled in their fields. Spencer is now a very famous painter.” Maia could still recall how in awe she was when she saw his painting, Contemplating Lady. He had captured the essence of Rita in a picture. His paintings always looked alive.

Gustav walked in with that bottle of champagne he put in a silver bucket filled with eyes and a flute glass for the two of us. I always want to marry rich. I am a trophy wife, and a Birkin mom, but now that I am here. Why does it feel like I just made a deal with the devil and I am about to lose myself in this deal? "Sir, Mrs. Spencer is in front of the store. Demanding that we let her in even after we told her that the store was closed for our VIPs. She is currently making a scene."

Just thinking about what Rosie has been through on top of thinking about the fuckers that are currently in my cells has me tense as a mother fucker. I'm stripped off and standing under the boiling water within minutes and while it does help loosen some of my tense muscles, it doesn't help enough to calm me, but then I smell the one scent that is a surefire way of calming me down, my mate. I look to my left just in time to watch my mate walk into the shower completely snark naked, just how I like her. Then I notice that she staring at my chest and I guess that she feeling shy about being so bold.