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Too bad this girl has a creepy boyfriend. "Ad, I broke up with him," Sea interrupted. "That baboon, I don't like it. He's overprotective. He stifles my freedom. You know, he wants to remove my tattoo, then wants me to stop working. Who does he think he is? I don't like him Ad , I want to have a boyfriend who likes tattoos." "Sorry?" I asked. "Sorry, I just wanted to tell you and vent a little." "It's good that you guys broke up."

“Of course not, but I told you I’m new at all of this and I just came here to go to class, high school was boring and I was done with all the requirements I had there. Mina was already attending so I asked if I could come along. Nickolas said ‘why not’ since we were all moving anyway.” “And your brother? What about him? I thought it was just you and Mina.” “It is actually my best friends’ boyfriend, who is like my older brother. I knew him first, I’ve known him since birth actually. But it’s her birthday today so we were on the phone talking this morning and I didn’t know he was in earshot of the conversation, but I was telling her about the run last night and he got mad at me for being o

"But she ended up sleeping with him. And he showed her his vulnerable side. She fell really hard after that. What do you think?" He didn’t hesitate. "Tell her to forget about the prick and stay away from boys," he said flatly. "Her brother is just trying to protect her the same way I’m trying to protect you." He reached over and pinched my cheeks. "You’re still a baby." I pulled my face away. "So… you don’t want me to have a boyfriend?" He nodded immediately. "Exactly." "Why?" I asked. He stopped eating and looked at me more closely now. Suspiciously. My brother is smart. Too smart.

I stopped swinging to look at him. “You want to be my boyfriend?” He nodded. “I’ve liked you for a long time, but I couldn’t tell you.” “Why not?” “Well, anytime anybody tried to get close to you, Osprey would beat them up. He would tell them that if they told you, he would beat them up again. Since you’re not friends with him anymore, I can tell you. I just don’t want to get beat up. The other boys were really hurt.”

"Everything about this is complicated." "Speak for yourself, you're the one actually engaged now, to a woman who might be carrying your baby." "Fair point." The corner of his mouth moved, the almost-smile making its long overdue return. "At least you have that going for you. Comparatively normal problems." "My problems are extremely normal, thank you." "Boyfriend home for exactly one week, best friend forced into an engagement to avoid a family scandal. Very normal." "Best friend," I repeated, raising an eyebrow. "Upgrade from sister, I see."

—As you say, mom—I shook my head, mom was overprotective all her life, however, even if she was like that, she had no idea of the things her daughter did with her boyfriend so I smiled covering my mouth shyly. By the way, Nicky hadn't written to me yet, I suppose he must also be in the same situation as me, the only thing is that he doesn't have parents as ridiculous as mine. I took the cell phone and checked if he had connected on W******p, but he still hadn't since last night, which was the last time we wrote to each other. It was the good thing about having a faithful, perverted and loving boyfriend. I couldn't ask for more, apart from the fact that it was also sexy. Without a doubt, one

I dialed her number once again, hoping to connect with the one person who had become a source of comfort in this chaotic university life. As the phone rang, I couldn't help but reflect on my lack of autonomy, especially when it came to relationships. Xavier's overprotectiveness prevented me from forming connections with boys, leaving me questioning the true motive behind his actions. Was it genuine concern, or was it a way to maintain control over my life? My frustrations simmered as I considered my father's response to my complaints. The notion that Xavier was a "good brother" for protecting me felt absurd. Protecting me from what? I yearned for the freedom to make my own choices, to naviga

My friends stared at each other for a moment and then said goodnight to their boyfriends without further arguments. “Geez, when did you get such an overprotective big brother, Bee?” Marie asked. I took a deep breath. “Big brothers are supposed to be protective, Marie. Zach’s been like that since we were kids.” “I wonder how he reacts to your boyfriend,” Jessie said. “Considering… you know… you two almost hooked up.” “We both got over it. At the end of the day, family is more important, right?” I took another deep breath. “I’ll be in the bathroom.”

When Silas tried to tap her shoulder from behind, she spun and caught his wrist in a death grip, her eyes snapping open with a flash of silver. ​"Good," Ryker said, walking toward her. He looked at his sister with a mix of awe and fierce protection. "You have the instincts. Now, you need the heart. Valerius broke your spirit once because he made you believe you were small. But look at your brothers, Elara." ​The four men stood in a semi-circle around her. ​"I am your strength," Ryker said. "I am your eyes," Silas added. "I am your shield," Orion promised.

And then, he will be able to have a perfect son and I will be officially qualified to be the next Alpha of our pack. Well, I kind of understand where his unrealistic fantasy derived from. After all, my grandpa used the same strategy on him when he was young. What I don't understand is that, since this harsh love thing didn't work for him at that time, why the hell did he expect it would magically work for me? But one thing is certain, if I had a son of my own and he would drain my fucking pool resulting in me almost breaking my neck in a morning dive, I would beat the crap out of him, just like what my father did to me.