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“Does my grandmother approve of this match?” “She suggested it,” Troy said, his voice cold, calm, and deadly. “I don’t need her permission to mate one of my wolves to another.” No one spoke, apart from Harold. “You’ll make a fine mate, and I’ll treat you decently,” he said. “Thank you, King Harold,” Troy went on, “for your assistance tonight. We will take our leave.” “Remember our agreement.” “My word is my bond,” Troy said and leaned into the car to pop the boot.

Balizer said again, his throaty voice rising, and then gasps and whispers in the crowd grew louder. I just stood speechlessly and watched… and then I found reason in Balizer’s statement. I could see why he would make such a statement. He was threateningly taller than the Prince and much more muscular and even though Prince Landon was fit himself, one could see a clear contrast between them as they both stood before one another. Balizer was a machine of muscle— a beast, and with the way he held the handle of his heavy blade, you could see that he uses his muscles well.

Grayson said quietly. The Queen leaned over and took her younger son’s hand. “You will like Lady Abigail. You are the same age, and I hear she’s a very kind and pretty child.” “I don’t care if she is part troll,” the King replied. “You will marry who I tell you to marry. You as well, Dupont. Marcus and Sarah haven’t been on their thrones very long either, and an alliance between our countries will strengthen us both.” He smiled a smile that made Grayson uncomfortable. “They sent their champion to put me on the throne. They need to acknowledge their choice.”

In the end, I smiled and nodded. I just hadn't expected Nathan to find me in Holnia. Chris and I had just finished trying on wedding dresses when we saw Nathan standing under the large tree across the street. He wore a simple white shirt. His hair was tousled, his face pale, and his eyes devoid of light. His gaze lingered briefly on our joined hands before quickly shifting away. Nathan forced a smile and looked at me. "Lois, I've come to take you home. We don't have to wait until next year. Let's go back and remarry, okay?"

Cricket Boston whinnied his impatience, so Jase slid his stall door open and walked toward the exit. Boston followed like a puppy and I held Hank’s reins tight as I followed them. Walking into the arena, Jase closed the gate and left Boston standing in the middle. Boston was having none of it. He followed, going so far as to settle his head on Jase’s shoulder. “Buddy, I know you missed me, but I gotta help Cricket. Do I have to tie you?”

"I know you work here and it's your job to sell, but seriously, do we look like we've got money to waste? Even you wouldn't buy that dress fifteen ninety nine, that's crazy!" "But miss, that's a-" "Thank you for your assistance," Jason said holding Amanda's hands as he walked away. "You are too kind Jennifer." "Are you sure we shouldn't check out another boutique?" Amanda said. "You're right," Jason nodded. "The things in here cost an arm and a leg, what's this place anyways, Boutique El la rich?" "What was that?" Amanda laughed at Jason's attempt to speak French. He shrugged with a pout and they began to walk away.

I made my way to her table easily and took a seat. There were three other people at the table I noticed as I munched on my Apple quietly while taking interest in the animated argument going on between the blonde girl and a dark-haired guy. I didn't know the show they kept talking about but it was clear the guy loved the show but the blonde kept crushing his dreams of making the list. I relaxed, this wasn't so bad.

I am fucked up. Option ‘A’ got 38% vote while the rest goes to ‘B’. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- REFLECTION CORNER: Life Is Going Too Well? Have you ever feel anxious when life is treating you way too well? Or when things go smoothly as planned, does it terrifies you? Even after all the sweats and tears you’ve sacrificed, why do happiness feels so intimidating?

Iris is really excited, his little arm tries to drag Daisy “go boating.” Daisy jumps on the boat first, makes it shake, about to capsize. Iris's face turned pale, as white as a paper sheet, can’t move. Daisy has to jump back. Sitting with Iris on the bamboo bridge, watching the fish and shrimp swimming underwater. Half an hour passed. Daisy is able to hold Iris on the boat but he is still afraid.