Post Malone Interview

Jackson “Jack” Bennet is the new Beta of the Greenway Pack. He immediately accepts the post after graduating from the Beta course, a four-year training program at the university for high-ranked wolves. Ashley is a lovely Omega with a childhood trauma Jack shares a backstory with, and now that he has seen her again, he is obsessed with perusing her attention. But Ashley is looking to have an independent life away from Greenway Pack. “Leave her alone. She never asked for your help, Beta.” Unexpectedly, Jack finds himself trapped in the hands of an evil Beta. And is Ashley who saves him choosing him as his fated mate. Not long after, Margaret appears in the picture recognizing him as his fated mate. Can a bond between three souls exist? “Am I a prick for loving two women at the same time? What would you do if you can't decide between the woman your heart wants and the woman the Moon Goddess created for you?” The Beta’s Unexpected Mates is Book Two in The Wolves of Greenway Series. The first part is a prequel, and the second part is about the Beta's poly relationship.

On the same day I was admitted into the hospital for my pregnancy, my husband, Charles Page, received 108 missed calls on his phone. It was from Sue, his mentee, a girl who had cancer. I asked if he was going to pick up, and he replied impatiently, "All she does is call me all day! Doesn't she have any other family? She's so annoying." Later, that very girl posted a photo of herself on the hospital rooftop, wearing a white dress. The caption said: [If I jump down from here, will I become a butterfly in my next life? Maybe then, everyone won't hate me.] Charles only glanced at the post before chuckling mockingly. "What does she mean, turn into a butterfly? Is she delusional?" But after that, he grew visibly restless, before rushing out and not returning all night. That night, I hemorrhaged and was taken into emergency care. When the nurse asked if I wanted to keep the baby, I looked at the empty space beside me and answered calmly. "No, I don't."

I was six months pregnant when my husband, Michael Greene, shoved me off the edge of a yacht during a birthday party. Why? Because Lily Clement, his childhood sweetheart, had fallen into the water, and apparently, the yacht was too small for all three of us. After being pulled from the ocean, suffering from hypothermia and shock, I was taken to the hospital. Doctors determined that emergency surgery was necessary and required a family member's consent. However, no matter how many times they called, Michael never picked up. At the same time, lying in a hospital bed, I scrolled through Lily’s Instagram and saw the post she shared just hours earlier. It was a photo of the two of them, soaked but clinging to each other like lovers out of a movie. "Sometimes love comes from the most unexpected places. Thank you for always being there for me—quietly, selflessly, unshakably." That was all I needed. The day I was discharged, I left Michael a signed divorce agreement. If he wanted to be her knight in shining armor, I’d let him.

Normal is overrated; that’s what my mom always said. My mom didn’t know the half of it. For 23 years, I thought my biggest problem was being an adopted child of a single mom in a tiny house, then I burst into flames. My first thought was mental breakdown, but that didn’t explain the fact that real flames were put out by real firefighters, so I fled to the city. The plan had been to check myself into a mental hospital, but I’d been too afraid, so I looked for a temporary job while I worked up the courage. My first interview is where things really went off the deep end. I found myself submerged in a world of monsters, and I was one of them. By my 24th birthday, I would supposedly be set into my immortality, with supernatural powers and all. With not one, but two handsome immortals watching out for me, hatred and hostility still lurked around every corner.

The day my ex finally made it big, the doctor told me I had less than three months to live. On TV, a reporter was interviewing James Larson. “Mr. Larson, what drove you to success?” James chuckled, but his eyes were misty. “The biggest push? Probably when I was diagnosed with kidney disease eight years ago, and my ex walked out on me.” “I’m grateful she didn’t marry me. That was the wake-up call I needed.” After the interview, he called. “Amelia Simmons, I made it. Do you regret it now?” I rested a hand on the spot where my kidney used to be and let out a bitter laugh. “I do. And I have cancer now. Happy?” James sounded satisfied. “Serves you right.” He never knew—I got cancer because I gave him my kidney all those years ago.

"Mrs. Sterling, are you sure you're ready to end this marriage of twenty years and give up the custody?" "Yes. File it. I’m done." I said calmly through the phone as I scrubbed at a stubborn grease stain on the granite island. For twenty years, I poured my entire being into this family. I managed the households, handled the children's education , and stood by my husband's side, supporting his rise in the syndicate without complaint. But my husband Alexander brought his young adopted sister Chloe to the interview, saying, "My success today is all thanks to my adopted sister." Even my own children looked down on me, calling me common and crude housewife. They had formed an alliance with his ever-present "auntie," the woman who seemed to think she was the true lady of the house. I signed the divorce papers and walked away, leaving them to become the "perfect family" they clearly wanted. But that when the family panicked…

Emily, the biological daughter of the Wilsons was kidnapped at age eight and returned ten years later to live with her family and her adopted sister, Brenda. On her supposed engagement day to her boyfriend of three years, Oliver Jones, he proposed to Brenda instead. Emily was disgraced, disrespected and devastated. To cure her heartbreak, she went to the bar where she got drunk and had a one-night stand with Christopher Moore; a famous business tycoon, the man in every woman’s dream. When Emily goes to TRANSCORP for a job interview the following day, she makes a shocking discovery; her would-be boss is none other than her one-night-stand partner who seemed to not recognize her. But unknown to Emily and Christopher, their path had since crossed several years back. As Emily and Christopher become familiar with each other, the latter learns that there is more to the former than meets the eye for example, how does a mere secretary know how to hack into a national server?

In the third year of my marriage, I endure a full day of painful labor to give birth to my first child. However, my husband steals the baby to give to his true love. I try my damnedest to stop him, but all I get is a barrage of insults. "It's just a baby! I'm the one who planted the seed, so I get to decide who gets the fruit!" I'm overwhelmed by grief as I watch my husband leave. However, he shares a happy post on his social media. "Mother and daughter are safe." His true love comments, "Thank you for giving me a child, Jaspie. I'll be the happiest woman in the world with you two by my side." Clueless friends bless them and wish them well. I silently comment, "Give me back my child." All I get is another round of insults. Then, I'm blocked. I don't want to endure this anymore. I hire a lawyer to draft divorce papers before making a police report. "Officer, I want to report my husband for child trafficking."

Le jour de notre dixième anniversaire de mariage, mon ancienne meilleure amie a posté une photo. Sur l’image, sa fille et mon fils, chacun dans les bras de mon mari et d’elle. Tous les quatre serrés ensemble. La légende disait : « Une belle famille avec un fils et une fille. » J’ai commenté en dessous : « Très assortis. » La publication a disparu aussitôt. Le lendemain, mon mari a déboulé à la maison, furieux : « Sophie commençait juste à se sentir mieux, pourquoi tu l’as provoquée ? » Mon fils m’a poussée, plein de reproches : « C’est de ta faute ! Tu as fait pleurer ma petite sœur Cécile ! » J’ai sorti les papiers du divorce et les leur ai balancés au visage : « Ouais, tout est de ma faute. Alors je me casse. Profitez bien de belle famille à quatre. »

"You're the Billionaire's Obsession. The Billionaire Mafia Boss." "Wife of the Infamous Mafia Boss." "Dance with me in the middle of a war." "Once you touched me, You are mine. Mine alone," he said in possessiveness. "Dare to love me and you'll be in danger," a threat. "Always there to protect my baby," the Mafia Boss sexily said. Crizette Muller, a college top Journalism Student of a great State University Major in Feature Writing, with a low and mysterious profile. She's a god friend and a person to everybody and she'll be there running to her friends when they need help. And because of an interview, the low and mysterious profile of the young lady will change after accidentally bumping the Snob, Man of few words, Perfectionist, Perfect decision maker and The Hottest Downright Gorgeous Adonis. The most Eligible Bachelor Billionaire with a hidden dangerous Identity and Treacherous personality, Mr. Ezekiel Duke Wolkzbin. Crizette will be the Obsession of the Treacherous Dangerous Gentleman, Ezekiel.