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Stephen’s facial expression becomes sullen, he looks like a kid who had his candy stolen from him, literally! So, since I don’t want to be the bearer of residual feeling I hurriedly lock my locker then try to flee from him, but he stops me as he stands up, positioning his 6.3 feet tall body that clearly shout out *I go to the gym every fucking day* in front of me like a fucking wall.

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Girls were weird sometimes. “It’s the second statement, sir,” Ibukun said. “As you taught us under Concord, a singular noun takes a singular verb. The phrase ‘One of the women’ refers to just one out of the many women that work in the market, so it should take the singular noun ‘has’.”

I would’ve looked like a loser in front of all the men. “Does that sound good?” Nods and yeses answer his question. At first, I thought the guys would treat me differently because I was a level D but they have been super nice and supportive. “I don’t want to let them down.” “You won’t. We’re working with 15% now. I’m sure that by the end of this, we will be at 20% at least.” “You think so?” “Yes. The more you use the skills and push the limits of these percentages, the quicker you are to mastering them. Once it’s mastered, you move on to a new percentage.”

Board members demanding answers. Twenty-six percent down. Twenty-seven. Twenty-eight. Nyla leaned back and watched the numbers drop. Her first victory. She smiled, wicked and satisfied.

Mr Knight casually sipped his coffee. "I see. Well, are you not ready to consider it even after I offer you 20 % shares in my company." He challenged Mr Knight to rethink about it. Mr knight gave him a bored look before pulling out his hand in my direction asking for something. I knew what he wanted and immediately searched for the paper that I had put in my bag before leaving, and placed it in his hands. He snapped the paper on Mr. Worthing's face before starting to speak.

Whatever I was feeling in my chest, wasn’t what you had for a friend. Then I remembered. Oh, my result. I pulled out my phone. My fingers trembling, I unlocked and opened the message. Alpha Percentile Result: 60 % Omega/ 40 % Alpha. The number twisted a dagger into my chest. I told myself this is what I wanted. Yet, a thick bitter feeling swallowed up the flutters in my body.

I was making my way home, rushing to make some dinner for myself. Yeah, this is just a simple routine that I do daily. I know, it's a boring, pointless life. I've been like this since I was ten. Don't ask me why because life is never been too good for me. I even forgot someone important to me, and the promise we made for each other. *BEEP SHHH Inattentive, I suddenly saw a car's light flash through my life while I was running in the crossing lane---

It was a good day. Everything seemed okay. Woodhidge, the town we were headed to in my yellow sedan, was not your ordinary town. It was a town where most of its inhabitants were Supernaturals. Humans took no more than five per cent of the town total population. That indicated that roughly ninety-five percent of Woodhidge's inhabitants were not humans. Unknown to the humans there, werewolves, vampires, witches, wizards, shapeshifters, mindreaders, and seers were also proud residents of Woodhidge. However, more than half of Woodhidge's population as a whole were werewolves. The werewolf preponderance made it look like there weren't any other beings living there aside from the werewolves.

Here is the content of the chat. Zero: "Good morning, my future. Are you still able to hold your miss for me?" Zeva wanted to reply, "No, I can't afford it. I really miss you. Come on, please, hurry back here." However, Zeva's sense of prestige is very large to be able to type those sentences. In the end, Zeva just chose to read it, without replying. Zeva wants to know whether Zero will be grumpy and spam-chat her or not.