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“Come on, this is a joyous day! Mia, let’s wish the Alpha a happy birthday and a wonderful life together with his Luna.” Leonard’s voice was bright and loud, trying to ease the awkward atmosphere. When I stayed silent, he looked at me again over his glass and mouthed, “You can use a forgiveness coupon.” Back then, Leonard had asked me to be his Mate 98 times, and I had rejected him 98 times. I thought he would give up, but he summoned all the werewolves in the pack for the 99th time and got on his knees, swearing to the Moon Goddess,

“There’s a supermarket and a few restaurants downstairs. The subway station is about a five-minute walk to the right. If you need anything, contact me anytime.” “Thank you, Cecilia.” “Don’t thank me too quickly.” She walked to the door before turning back around. “The Anderson family doesn’t keep useless people around. The value of what you brought depends on what value you can create for us next.” After the door closed, the room fell silent. I stood by the window and looked at the scattered ship lights across the ocean in the distance. Suddenly, I had a sense of unreality. Just over ten hours ago, I had still been trapped inside that gilded cage in Corholt, ordered around by a man who treat

She only had an hour and thirty minutes left. Not a minute added. ..... A/N : What do you think guys? Have you finally gotten an answer to the rhetorical question in the introductory chapter of this book? Awaiting your reply... Thanks...

"That the people who stay are the ones who were supposed to." He looked at the book. "Not the ones who were convenient. Not the ones who were merely suitable." He looked back at her. "The ones who were supposed to." She sat with that for a long moment. Then: "Read it to me." He looked at her. "It's a children's book." "I know," she said. "Read it to me." Something moved in his expression. "All right," he said. He opened the book. He read it in twenty minutes—the whole of it, slowly, in the kitchen with the September evening at the windows and the south garden doing its seasonal work and the house quiet around them in the way it was quiet on Friday evenings when it was simply being held by th

He hadn’t moved, but the air between us crackled. “Careful, stepmom,” he murmured. “Some doors you open, you don’t get to close again.” Then he stepped forward, reached past me, and pulled his door shut in my face. I stood there for a full minute, heart hammering against my ribs, thighs pressed together so hard I trembled. Thirty-one days. God help me, I was already counting.

All he cared about was whether Christine would walk away unscathed. Christine, seeing that I didn't respond, leaned in closer. "Julius, my uncle's giving you a way out. Why don't you just take it? Get down on your knees and apologize to me. Then, admit you were the one framing me, and we'll call it even." She squatted down in front of me, her tone taunting. "Come on, kneeling down and apologizing won't kill you." "Christine, 11 people died. Seven of them were children. The youngest was only four years old, and we haven't even had time to learn her name. There are 36 more people under the rubble waiting to be saved. Don't you even feel a shred of guilt?"

“For nineteen minutes?” “Of course,” I reply confidently. “It must be a really special book since you keep reading it upside down.” I immediately check the book, and indeed I'm holding it upside down. “That's exactly why it took nineteen minutes,” I quickly defend. “I’m uhm… I'm trying to test out a new reading technique.” “Must you argue to the end even when you've been obviously caught? Just admit that you weren't reading the book,” Roxie demands. Not ready to back out, I continue the argument. “I will never admit a thing, I can even explain the book to you.”

She looked at the photo of us on the desk, and memories of our past came flooding back. Nine years ago, Yvette and I first met at a college debate competition. At that time, I was confident and was able to defeat all my opponents with just a few arguments. I left the other side speechless. It was no surprise that Yvette was also defeated. But she was different from the others. After the debate, most people thought I came across as strong, overbearing, and difficult to deal with. But she said I was rational, wise, and decisive. From that moment, she pursued me with determination.

However, she somehow made it look like I was the bad guy. I tried hard to keep down the fear and anger bubbling up inside me. "I'm sorry, Seth. I missed you so much that I forgot to knock." Seth was still a bit mad. "What took you so long?" My eyes started to tear up. "I heard that chicken soup tastes better if you let it cook a bit longer. That's why I'm late, Seth. Don't be mad, okay?" Janice snuggled up to Seth, blinking her big, doe-like eyes. "Seth, did you know Nevaeh climbed a snowy mountain just to get snowmelt for you?