Number Five Romane & Geschichten

I sighed, knowing his main purpose was nothing but death. "No problem, you know you're my number one right," I said in a playful tone, chuckling. I might as well make his last memory of me a good one, right? "Oh whatever, Athena Hendrix. I know. I will always be your number one," he said, a smirk crawling up on his face. I cringed as I looked at him. "I take that back," I said, pretending to gag. He laughed and turned to look at me.

She repeated the numbers blankly until she noticed the contact name. "Linda Clark! Did she take Renee? Was it her?" Her emotions surged, forgetting about the numbers. Carl's eyes narrowed, radiating terrifying authority. Seeing trouble, Patrick quickly moved to hold Susanne, soothing her: "Honey, calm down. Answer Carl’s question." Susanne took deep breaths: "It's a code between Renee and me. 505 means 'danger, need help,' and the last number indicates location. But we never even decided what 4 meant - where did 5 come from?"

The smile on his face faltered a little as he opened a black umbrella and walked over. "What are you doing here? Who's handling things in the pack downtown district?" he asked with a frown. "I've got everything arranged," I said, forcing a smile as I handed him the gift I'd been holding onto this whole time. "I came to say… happy fifth mating anniversary, Alaric." He looked startled, clearly having forgotten it was our fifth anniversary, let alone expecting me to travel all this way to bring him a gift. Surprise flashed in his eyes, and just as he reached for the gift, Serene Vargar's coquettish voice rang out. "Alaric, the elders are here. The council's starting."

I moved to another city and spent half a month trying to stitch myself back together, convincing myself I could start all over again. But the moment I stepped into the real world, I realized how broken I really was because the five years gone had stripped me of everything. From my dignity to my confidence, and even my instincts... They were all gone.

"We partied too hard last night and forgot to use protection—don't forget to buy morning-after pills for your wife." Looking at the woman's smooth bare back and the red mole on her neck in the photo, I felt absolutely nothing. Again. Five years of marriage, and this wasn't the first time. Kathy liked to test me this way. She called it her "little experiment." The first time, she "accidentally" left a receipt for condoms on the nightstand. I got angry and confronted her, but she just smiled with contempt. "Why are you so petty? My girlfriends and I bought that on purpose just to see how you'd react." The second time was on our wedding anniversary. A guy showed up at our door with a bouq

Eventually, Orion removed his lips from mine and winked at me. "Our nights wouldn't end with only 'good night kisses' for much longer, Aria." His voice was a low rumble, tickling the back of my head. I gulped as I watched him walk away down the hallway before I shut my door behind me. Ugh, moon have mercy! 'Sorry, Alpha. That would have to wait.' I apologized to my Alpha wolf, the most active of my five wolves. Yup... I have five inner wolves. And each of them had a name according to the vibe they gave me.

She thinks it was absurd to answer the kid's question. "Fifty five times and then what? After that I'm all gloomy? You're so ridiculous kid. Why don't you go find your momma, hmm?" "But would you? If you answer I'll go but be warned. Once the fifty fifth is taken, I don't know if you can take it all in," the kid said, gazing at her intensely. Chassy doesn't even get the kid. Thinking it's just some child's game she rolls her eyes and answered, "Yeah sure, make me smile fifty five times kid," mocking the kid.

Marcella stated. I smirked. “As decided as you are, let me now give you your respective roles in this team.” The Major raised his hand. “Wait, we don’t have a name yet!” I rolled my eyes. “Who cares about that?” “But I have a team name in mind,” he insisted. “Okay,” I sighed; “what is it?” “DetecFIVE!” He smiled. “You know? From the word ‘detective’ but change the T into F to make it the number five…”

his words just annoyed me. "Why didn't you search for Rose" I asked, since he claim to love Rose he should've searched for her, I even uploaded my pictures on my F******k and added my number back hoping he can see me from there. Well since he is never good with numbers I suppose he won't be able to search me up on F******k. "I did, she told me she works at Juvango, I asked Henry to help me search for any girl that works in Juvango called Rose" he exhaled and continued