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I resist the urge to imagine him under the shower. Naro shuffles a bit in my arms, leaving my nipple. I cover myself, pulling down my satin shirt. I then hold her carefully to lay her down on my side. Right then, the door of the bathroom opens and Nick walks outside in his sweatpants while ruffling his hair with the towel. I cover Naro with the blanket and see that he has walked to his side to look at our baby. He does it every time like this is the first time he is looking at her. Like she is still a newborn baby to him.

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Nanako smiled and said seriously, “My Eminent Father, don’t forget that you’re the famous Ito Yahiko. Countless young people in Japan regard you as their idol. Many people know that it’s your birthday today, and they have even launched many popular entries on the internet to celebrate your birthday. All of them want to see your inspirational appearance after your amputation. You can’t let them down at a time like this!” With that said, Nanako sighed and then continued to coax him, “Think about it. If they can’t see your latest photo now, I’m afraid that they will think that you’re already decrepit. What if they were to launch a comforting post online to cheer and comfort Ito Yahiko? Wouldn’t

Antonio added. "Inform me when his ship will land on shore and ask our men to turn ship into different direction." Damien instructed. "OK sir." Antonio then went to complete his task. Damien looked at the photographs. There was a woman in a sapphire blue gown holding the arms of a smiling man who was wearing blue tuxe. On each side there stood two boys wearing the same tuxe as the big man. The boy on left had a cold, expressionless face while the one on left had a naughty smile.

Had a crush on Luca when they first meet. His favorite thing about Nixon is his hair. Likes vanilla ice cream with salt and vinegar chips. Likes sweet potatoes but doesn’t like sweet potato pie. Nixon- Prefers cold showers but takes hot ones for Harper’s sake. Hates wearing shoes and socks. (But he does) His favorite color is really pink but he always says black. Hates pickles but likes fried pickles. His favorite thing about Harper is the small scar he has on his hip. (Harper fell out of a tree when he was a kid)

Nicki asked as she wore her pink and hairy headset on her neck. She was dressed in her usual baggy trousers and big jacket, but this time the baggy pants and the jacket were pink and hairy as her headset. The jacket has a rabbit ears on the cap, while the crop top she wore inside was also pink but not hairy, to go with pink Snickers. Finally silver was out,she was wearing a crop top with a white mini skirt and a high boot, and she packed her hair with a white ponytail. " Do you really wanna sleep in the dressing room?" Nicki asked and silver chuckled

I text, before he actually decides to block me. Nico takes a long time, but all of a sudden the door opens behind me and I almost fall backwards. I get up and face him. He’s looking at me with narrowed eyes. Nico is a pretty boy, the years haven't changed his youthful features that much... but he has insane black eyes. Very insane. And they're burning a hole through my forehead right now. "Oh, hey," I say, giving him an awkward smile. His insane eyes don't change, "So you pity me a little bit, then?"

When he sits up, panting with the effort of his shift, I gasp, and I’m not the only one. Iniko looks nothing like the small man he was in his first life. Now, he looks large and muscular, someone who could rival Ancalagon in size and strength. I watch as Iniko closes his eyes and takes a deep breath of air, then he looks right at me. “Mate!” I turn and look behind me, certain he’s looking at someone else. Everyone behind me is staring at me. Holy shit! Iniko just called me his mate.

I found it a little funny when he referred to Silver Moon territory as enemy territory considering that they didn’t make us their enemy, we did. It was ironic. I hopped out of the passenger seat and walked towards the boot where Niko was. He was rummaging through the items in the boot, looking for something. As I came into his view, he tossed a black knife holster to me which I caught instinctively. “Put that on.” I scoffed, “I don’t need this, Niko,” I stretched out my hand and popped out my claws, “I’ve got this.” Niko sighed, closing the boot, “It’s just a signature look thing,” he gestured to the others who were standing a few feet away from the vehicle, “we all have one.”

"Look like the girl who screamed my name last night." My breath caught. The memory rushed back, warming my skin despite the cold, my eyes widened, and my lips parted slightly in a mix of shame and fear. "There," Nico said softly. Click. He stepped back and examined the photo, he nodded satisfactorily "Perfect," he said. He typed a caption, I leaned forward to read what he wrote. She’s getting cold without you. He hit send. "Now," Nico said, sliding the phone into his pocket. "We wait.