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As she can see, it seems like this island is much wider than she expected. "All of the red dots are where your enemy is, you just need to pass each of them. Of course either you fight them or not, it's up to you as long as you win. Here, your number " The woman hander her something, she accepted the fabric that has a number 9 on it, she immediately had an idea what this woman would say next.

"You love it more. Come on let's see the next game." I blinked at him and smiled a genuine smile, taking his hand in mine. He gave a squeeze, a faint blush creeping on his cheeks as he pulled me towards the next stall. I felt my heart go into an overdrive. They next game was crazy birds, it was pretty much like the angry birds. The colorful blocks were stuck to each other lightly with 8 stuffed birds on it. The participants would get 4 chances to throw balls and knockdown all the blocks so that the birds are lying on the table and not on the blocks. Unless at least 3 birds are left on the blocks, no prize would be given. I heard a guy screaming in frustration as the fourth bird fell on the b

Except for the 10 Sotiras and 10 S-class level Heroes that were unexpectedly locked up. Gabriel sneezed with a start but then move his nose with his fingers expressionlessly, relieving the itch that his nose was feeling a while ago when he sneezes. He after that, gone to the stink to vigorously wash the fingers that moves his nose. In his mind, even though he cleaned and washes up his body every day or every time he felt a sticky sensation in his body, the nose which is visible to the public is still the most third dirty part of the body.

The symbols and numbers flowed logically, hinting at Daniel's understanding of computer languages. Nora's tongue peeked out from the corner of her mouth as she twisted and turned a colorful Rubik's cube in her hands. Her eyes darted across the faces of the puzzle, her mind working through the algorithms to align the colors. With each turn, she inched closer to solving the toy, her focus evident in the set of her small shoulders. As Solo and Kirael watched, a breeze ruffled the children's hair, carrying the scent of nearby blooming flowers. The scene captured innocence and potential, with each child lost in their world of creation and problem-solving.

He glances up, face lighting up like the damn sun. "Daddy! Look!" He waves the book excitedly. "I figured out the math trick Grandpa showed me!" I force a smile and sit beside him. "Show me, champ." Harry grins, holding up both hands. "Okay, see? If you want to multiply by nine, you just bend the finger that matches the number. Like this-" He folds his third finger down. "Nine times three is twenty-seven! Two fingers on the left, seven on the right!"

But Danteleon is about to cry again so I asked him, "How many is this?" I raised nine fingers. Hedwelch whispered the answer in his ear. "Nine." "That's right~" Then he got to taste marshmallows, too. For my revenge, our next game is the opposite. I pumped powder on their faces whenever they got the wrong answer. We feasted on the Marshmallow before we proceeded to our next activity. We trace our foot on the paper, put numbers on each piece, and cut it. We glued the foot paper on the floor to count our steps to the bedroom, kitchen, garden, and exit. After that, they enjoy counting their steps around the house. They even draw for Acro, too.

She balanced the wine and her tote bag on the kitchen counter and turned to Cassandra. “It’s the weekend, sweetheart, let’s have some fun!” she yelled as she flipped on the music system and let Sabrina Carpenter’s upbeat song “A Nonsense Christmas” fill the room. Her big smile lit up her face as each syllable reverberated, and she and Cassandra sang along to the music : “You're my wish list Lookin' at you got me thinking Christmas Snowflakes in my stomach when we're kissin' And when you're comin' down the chimney, ooh, it feels so good

Every single one of them had dark expressions on their faces as they stared at me in silence. The air in the alley felt completely frozen. … After a long while, James crouched down and used his rough fingers to wipe the blood from my face. “Who did this?” I turned my face away, not daring to look at the fury in his eyes, and quietly said, “No one… I accidentally fell.” “Fell?” Dad Number Five, Paul, suddenly grabbed the math textbook that had been trampled into the muddy water. He pointed at the filthy shoe prints on it while roaring, “This is from falling? This is someone stomping you into the ground!”

It’s not locked, but it'll buy me a few seconds. Catch me if you can, I taunt through the link. All I hear back is a growl. My apartment is massive—ten rooms with interconnecting doors, befitting a future alpha. I won’t be able to run for long, but I can taunt him. Get his blood pumping. Drive him wild. I move lightly, silently. He won’t be able to follow my scent—it’s everywhere in here. He’ll have to use his ears, his instincts. I strip off my top as I run, leaving it behind like a breadcrumb. Something he won’t be able to ignore.

WRONG NUMBER “Shit!” Arielle Lawson cursed under her breath as her bag slipped off the bar counter, spilling its entire contents across the floor for the uninterested crowd of Midnight Halo Lounge, Manhattan to see. She stared at the mess absentmindedly through her increasingly blurry vision, wondering how she was supposed to gather whatever remained of her dignity. A part of her knew that if she stood up too quickly, she’d land face-first on the cold, filthy tiled floor. Her legs were already betraying her, softened by whisky and regret.