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But she couldn’t explain it away, not when she looked at his mouth from which two teeth were protruding now. No, not teeth. Fangs! Pointy, sharp fangs like those of an animal. Like a Sabertooth tiger. She couldn’t think it, no, because to think it made it real. It couldn’t be real. It didn’t exist. He didn’t exist, not like that.

I said, bringing my powder and mirror out of my bag and started to readjust it. “Not bad.” I muttered under my breath and started to reapply my powder. I could tell that beta Zaria North was angry due to the way she gritted her teeth at me but I could not relate that badly to her. This Beta needed a whole mindset change, she was too mean. Or maybe she just had her panties caught in a twist which was the reason for her whole bad behaviour. After reapplying my powder, I put on my lipstick and I saw that it was shinning and glowing. I loved it.

Erric knew it would happen again. Mea Cristy Del Bien stepped off the bus and fixed the backpack straps on her shoulders. She also carried a duffel bag she won from her first-year college fashion photo competition. UP Aperture was hand-knitted on the thick straps and the logo was on the sides of the bag. It was a camera’s half-open aperture blades and an eye at the center. She loved being part of that group aside from her academic hustles. Her winning photo was a bird’s eye view of Mary Ann wearing Pamela’s floor-length sky-blue chiffon dress. Renee held a projector beside the camera that made an illusion of the dress blending with the floor, having the projected image of calm ocean ripples.

Brite quipped while the beta sighed wistfully. “There’s a lot I’d give to have a gift like that,” Lejend replied. “There were rumors of someone with a Fire Diyari back when I was little,” Brite continued thoughtfully. He was always a little introspective when the topic of his childhood came up. “I don’t know if it was true or not but they apparently burned their house down with their whole family inside.” “That’s awful!” Skye gasped, appalled. Waves of distress poured off the omega making Linus twitch with the need to soothe his mate, but Brite and Trace were quick to step in, reassuring his omega that it was a long time ago.

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He introduces himself. I remember that Bryan introduced him to us on his birthday because it was easy for us to get space in their magazine for ads, especially for tech reviews. "Yes, I remember you, Mr. Fabian. Nice seeing you here." Liz said. He smirked. "Don't be too formal, Liz. Just call me Gian." Handsome but too cocky. "Okay," Liz said, smiling at the cocky guy.

Arnold shut the door and went to her room possibly. " So, Mrs. Williams this is my family," Brian said with a smile before he went on to formally introduce them. " This is Dean, my mischievous, youngest brother, April my eldest sister, this is my Dad and then my Mom," he said with a smile, they all smiled and said "hi" I was starting to wonder what all the fuss was about, they seemed nice. " It's an honor to get to meet you guys," Mr. Tremblay said.

Looking at her side, I saw a first aid box. "It would hurt a little, bite into this." She said folding the tissue and she urged me to open my mouth. I obeyed and bite into the tissue. Then she brought the pin closer to my palm. I blinked my lashes when fear engulfed me. It was time she pressed it on me and I took it away. I can't bear the thought of a pin getting into my skin. "It would get infected if I don't do the needful." She said. "No, I don't want to. It would hurt." I muttered.

Brian's scent was too precious to have the misfortune of being tainted such as it currently was. I pushed open the door, the sight of Brian causing me to see red. His hands were tied above his hands. He was only wearing a shirt that was unbuttoned and disheveled, ending mid thigh. His thighs were marked up, his neck and collarbones the same. His cheeks were tear streaked. My gun fell out of my hand as I gazed at him. His canines were long and fang like, his one eye blue and the other red. 'Someone touched ours wrong.' Terror growled in my head.

He wasn't here, a large king size beds centers the room with white creamy sheets, the curtain was pulled closed, the place looked clean enough, only some few shirt scattered around the bed and floor. Walking inside dropping the bucket down, my eyes wondered around the furniture, it's decorated with the same fashion as the hallway, a large black canvas with no definite shape just formless figures hangs by the corner. I'm itchy, trying to peep straining my neck,my eyes are glued on a small room with papers littered everywhere.