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I open my eyes as I scratch my eyelids. God I feel so weak. My legs feel weak and it's strange. What did I do to myself? Oh shit, now I remember. I had sex with a breath taking blue eyed, blond haired man last night. And it was awesome. Amazing and the best sex of my boring life. He gave me something Caleb couldn't give me for four years. An orgasm. Not just an orgasm, multiple orgasms and a wonderful night that I'm never ever going to forget.

-It cost a date- Lovely but freezing saturdays, he checked the mirror to see if he looked okay. He wore a black hoodie and maroon polo shirt underneath, a navy chino paired with grey canva shoe. He picked his Retina Vanilla tobacco parfum. Wayne prayed on his lower jaw, chest and wrist. A shallow breath on his palm to check his mouth, a minty fresh feeling implied that he was ready. Jill told her where they live, a delighted smile as he left his room and climb down stairs. However, the glee was cut after remembering how he got April’s address. It was a deal that he finds it hard to accept.

It was her daily ordeal. She raised her head to see the large building which was at the edge of the street "Valley's corporation" formerly called "Find'ley and Co", it was the old company of his father. A business that his father had built himself but that his best friend "Valley Offred" did not hesitate to steal from him when his father was in dire need of the money. He sold 3/4 of the shares to his friend and so he could easily take over the business.

I felt the falling temperature as well and noticed that there must something terrible happened, so I said to her: "Well, Miss Isabella, if it's hard to say you could just ignore me will be alright." Isabella, who had been silent at first, suddenly interrupted me, then changed back to her sloppy appearance at the beginning and said: "Weirdness is the result of the unwillingness of people after death, the spiritual wisdom born after a hundred years of immortality, and the rumours spread by word of mouth. In the final analysis, weirdness is the existence of hatred and resentment, do you understand, little cutie."

They brought the box to the living room. He sat on the floor. Of course. She sat beside him without comment. They put the box between them. He looked at it for a moment. At his mother’s name on the label. Sandra Reid. He opened it. Not much. Osei had been right about that. A bundle of photographs held together with a rubber band that had lost most of its elasticity. A small notebook. A ring, plain silver band, slightly worn, nothing valuable. A paperback book with a cracked spine and a page turned down about a third of the way through.

A dull pressure settled deep inside my ear, followed by a sharp, high pitched sound that rang through my head like the bells they rang at the Jade temple. “Calm yourself Oliver.” I think I heard father say, but the sound of it was muffled and seemed far away. “I am leveled.” I said with gritted teeth, my nails biting into my skin. “Oliver, look at your hands!” My head tilted down to see the tiny sparks that had appeared on my fingers tips. The heat shot through me, down my arms, my pulse thundered in my ears. I was sick of father treating me like some prized possession that couldn't handle his own. I was the future alpha of this pack, of the great Valeras pack. Not some vulnerable defenseles

The body shifted, the blanket slipping a little to reveal a tattooed hand, and my gaze snapped back to kushi who was still talking animatedly with Helaena. I rubbed at my face. What had I been expecting? His hands... they were almost the same proportion as Dian's, just that he was more buffed up, and there was the tattoo. Dian didn't have any. His height... It was exactly like Dian's... How could I tell tho since he was literally covered up? I needed to stop before I drove myself insane with both anger and longing.

And she knows so well he thought she was taking some petty revenge when she showed the door. What can she say that she too learned to understand what people are thinking or at least what he is thinking after living with him for all those months. This is going to be a long journey. *Note* This is a Sequel to "Against The All Odds"... Must read the previous one before reading this as it contains important content related to this story...

Mitch then turns on me, "Err well err see we had to", Donny then comes to my rescue "Come on dad, he was just being smart, how did he know if he could trust us?" "Well I hate to break it to you kids but I think our time here is up," Mac said to the room at large "What do you mean?" I ask "Well we noticed an odd rogue when we first got here but today there seems to be an increased activity," Mac said before Natalie piped up with "Yeah, we've seen eight in the last couple of hours, whether they know your here or just guessing, we don't know".

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