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All of them were startled by the raucous sound. It is a peacock's cry. It startled not just their group, but some of the passersby too. It's not common to keep peacock's cry as the ringtone. Yanlong looked at her phone, checked the latest text she received. Someone responded to her apocalypse blog. She set the special alarm for the blog. They go to the same university as her and they want to meet her tomorrow. Yanlong sent her assent. She did not expect she would find a comrade in arms.

Payback for my little brother. ✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧ LUNA So, this is Thursday night. I called Dominic, and he said that he couldn't come home again today. There was a tragedy at the construction site. I saw it on television too. This is good. So good. Perfect execution to meet the owner of the club and make a card to get through. Please, God, give me luck today. Huh? I'm not supposed to pray to God for begging to go inside a sex club. What the fuck?

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Atalanta’s pov “O, my, Goddess... I am sooo stupid. That was like. Oh, my goddess. That was the dumbest thing I have ever done. Like, dumber than dumb. There must be something wrong with me.” Suzie couldn’t stop pacing, and she was talking with her hands, which she only does when she's agitated. “I am here to strengthen our alliances. I am here as a representative of my pack. The future, damn beta! One of the few female betas, and what do I do?!”

But I'm only in my twenties, supposed to be in the prime of my life. It will get worse toward the end. Weight loss, hair loss, abdominal pain, nervous exhaustion—like a parasite clinging to my bones, following me like a shadow. Torturing me until death. ... I don't want to die looking so terrible. July 11, 2025 I broke my word and went to the banquet after all. Derek and Sarah make a good match. Such a thought wouldn't have occurred to me at first glance if I weren't going crazy. Later Derek saw me.

Panic clawed at his chest, an unfamiliar sensation for the normally controlled Alpha. The Beta hesitated, looking uncomfortable. His gaze briefly flicked toward Eliza before returning to Alaric's face. "Alpha," he said, measuring each word with precision, "the patrol said they called you repeatedly throughout the night. They left six messages. But your phone... appears to have been turned off." Alaric's face went slack with confusion. He looked down at his phone and saw the blank screen staring back at him. With trembling fingers, he quickly pressed the power button. The device vibrated as it came to life, immediately lighting up with missed call notifications.

“Talk to me.” “I don’t want…” My voice cracks. “I don’t want them kneeling. I don’t want to be worshipped. I’m not a goddess. I’m just… me. I make mistakes. I panic. I hyperventilate. I burn things by accident. I ruined two frying pans the other day trying to work out how this power works.” “You didn’t ruin the pans,” Parker interrupts gently. “You purified them.” Callen lifts a brow. “They pretty much dissolved.”

No one cared. They just laughed louder. "Please, Glen won't find out. He's just the deaf guy." The laughter kept rolling. I stood there, frozen. Couldn't move. Could barely breathe. It wasn't until a server gently tapped my shoulder that I snapped out of it. "Sir, do you need any assistance?" The second the server spoke, the room went dead quiet. Every head turned. Vanessa's face went full panic mode. She yanked her hand off Eugene's waist, eyes darting everywhere but mine.

"I won't let you slip away again." I nodded, smiling as tears fell, this time touched with quiet happiness. Eventually, the story of how Chester and I met at the concert reached Mom and Dad. They responded with harsh condemnation and went so far as to make it public online. Both of us endured relentless criticism, and Atkins Group suffered significant losses as a result. The vast distance between us ultimately forced our separation. I found myself unable to face Mom and Dad or return to college. After packing my belongings, I left for another city and took a job sooner than I planned.

He whipped his head around and shouted at Lisa, "Shut up! Don't ever mention her again. Scum like me deserves to be stuck with trash like you for life!" Lisa bit her lip hard and sneered coldly, "Ha! Then we'll be stuck forever. Like anyone else would want a loser like you." They kept cursing at each other like they were trying to spit out every nasty word in existence. They hadn't noticed me standing there. Just as they were getting ready to leave, Byron suddenly paused, as if he sensed something. He looked up and spotted me. Our eyes met. He panicked immediately, feeling like he wanted to crawl into a hole and disappear.