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He stepped forward, his presence overwhelming the garden. “Friendly company?” He repeated the words with venom. His gaze locked on me. “Do you enjoy his company, Ella? Would you rather stay with him?” My voice stumbled, my heart hammering. “I… I didn’t mean… It was only conversation.” Martin cut in smoothly, his tone mocking but calm. “You always see everything as a battle, brother. Maybe it’s time you realize that a girl deserves to be treated like a person, not a prize.” Marcus’s jaw clenched, his fists tight. He didn’t strike back at Martin. Instead, he turned to me, his eyes burning with jealousy and something else desire.

Ray warn as he squeeze my waist. It hurt litter but I don't want to react and just simply nodded. We than get in the car and Ray start driving.

The eldest brother Iric walked into the kitchen, sat on the bed, holded the waving bamboo fan, asked Daisy: “What are you cooking?” "Fried fish with tomato sauce.” In fact, it is the molded tofu as big as the hand, using a knife to create a checkered shape on both its sides, pretending to be a fish." Daisy pulled firewood to reduce the fire. Make sure that during the time when she goes to turn on an electric fan for her eldest brother, the slice of tofu is still as beautiful as when she is there. Daisy goes out the hallway, carries the old electric fan into the kitchen, turns it on the lowest number, and points to where Iric is sitting. Daisy asks: “Are you cool?”

It was not as he had left her which made his heart drop more. “Martins, boy. What are you doing out here? Your wife hadrequested for you.”His mother informed as she watched over his shoulders to see who came over with. Her facial expression changed when she noticed it was indeed the American boy, Ben who she had asked him to stop hanging out. Even the queen will approve of him a thousand times, and then she would never.

He asked again. Alex didn't reply, he was eyeing a guy who had walked over to Amanda. "Who's that guy?" Alex asked Martins. Martins followed Alex's eyes and saw who he was referring to. "Oh, that's Jeff Dunson. One thing you should know is he's a major player," Martins said. "And if he's talking to your girl, it only means he's interested in her."

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Tritan leans against Finrir, feeling the steady beats of Finrir’s heart in his chest, calming his nerves. Once everyone has been lowered to the entrance of the shelter, Finrir begins the tedious process of clicking out a message in Mertongue. Each set of clicks represents a letter, and it's the only way he can communicate with his group, who can't see his signs in the darkness. He shortens the message to convey only the necessary words to get his point across: "open, empty, packs. I take stock."

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I smile at the sarcastic explanation from the bald driver with a huge mustache, who has no idea who I am or where I came from. “Yes… maybe.” “Keep your head up. Love is like that—ice at first, and fire when it’s ready,” he explains thoughtfully, indifferent, as if his heart had been shaped that way at some point in his life. The driver keeps rambling, continuing with his love metaphors until I finally arrive. “See you. May everything work out for you,” he says goodbye warmly and slowly. I thank him politely and almost fly toward the apartment. “Hi Estela, come in… come in,” Mark is waiting at the door in a white pullover and black jeans. The bastard is so built that his tattoos show through

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