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“Oh, right, sorry. Grace, this is Daniel. Daniel, this is my precious, dramatic, beautiful, shelly, and amazing best friend, Grace.” I blinked at her. “I'm not even going to ask. It's nice to meet you, Daniel.” Daniel smiled at me. “Pleasure to meet you, Grace.” Now that I realised that Daniel was here, I also realised that they were most likely going home together. Which meant that I didn't want to inconvenience him. “Well, this is where I take off and grab a cab.” I stopped walking and said to them. “I can drop you off,” he offered casually, unlocking his car which actually stood just a few feet away from us. “It’s late.”

It stopped in front of Dash and she grinned. “Truth or Dare?” “Dare,” he answered without delay. She looked around, thinking of something. “I dare you to… to read a book today.” “Never! I will not read a book!” Dash found it hard to read, at first I thought he couldn’t, but I was shocked when he wrote a 100-word composition of himself—perfectly. I mean, you can’t write without knowing how to read. “You have to, you picked dare,” Hilda said, sticking a tongue out at him.

"Dash, see you later." "See you."

Daisy still kept silent, calm as if nothing had happened. Dash’s head was like mud, he couldn’t remember anything. He quickly rushed into the bathroom and poured cold water on his head. A few blurry, fragmented images exist in memory. To stop Daisy's annoying crying. Dash sees Daisy as nothing more than a stuffed animal. Cover her nose, pinch her cheeks, spread her mouth, strangle. Being bothered too much. Daisy also reacted a bit. Mumbling something, she turned over and leaned in the other direction, continuing to sleep.

“Father.” “You’re late,” CEO of the ADAMSON ENTERPRISE, the largest money making company in the world, Richard Adamson replied, not bothering to look up from the slim, pocket-size tablet he held in one hand as he checked his email. Knight unfolded the cloth napkin fanned out on the plate and draped it over his lap. A waiter discreetly filled his water glass and left two leather-encased tablets containing the menu and wine list on the table before departing. “I was busy.”

It seemed like Dashawn used it to pay tribute to someone. Dashawn paused, before he could say anything, he saw Randy walking towards the small hill. At his age, it was a time of curiosity, and he also wanted to learn from Dashawn, to fold a few branches of wax plum and place them next to the small hill. However, as he approached, his footsteps halted because there were a few lines of very small words on the wooden sign next to it, and he was very familiar with this handwriting.

She explained about the syllabus and about the previous lessons. Mrs.Smith explained, "So we have already completed our last chapter. Today we are going to start a new poem named, 'After the Storm' by William Wordsworth." Then looking at Daisy, Mrs. Smith ordered, " Daisy Miller, will you read the poem loudly so that rest of the class can hear?" Daisy replied obediently, "Yes, Mrs. Smith." Then she started reciting the poem, standing in her place, in her silvery voice. The poem sounded like a melodious song in her sweet voice.

Mika said to him based on her speculation when she saw Cassy earlier. Dash skimmed each writing. One poem caught his attention: Is it too much to ask? For me to see those black coal eyes. Can't wait for the time for us to be together.. To share a life until the end of what they called "FOREVER". Those lines are full of the emotion of love. Dash thinks the writer of the poem is good at expressing feelings through words. I think they are getting good results from what they advertise last week. “ Dash, did you hear what I said? Will we accept her in the club?” Mika asked trying to get his attention.

The pain proved it. She helped him over to the chair and he dropped into it like a wet sack of sand. He blinked, trying to focus his vision. “I can’t read this.” He tapped the devices on the dashboard. “Read them to me.” “Sure.” She read out the numbers and he actually started laughing. “We barely lost any distance at all.” He sank back in the chair. “But for now…” David dropped the bow anchor and throttled down. Turned off the engine. And welcomed as much silence as he could get. “For now, we all deserve a bit of rest.”

It was midnight when Leticia was in the basement, the room was dark, the candles all around the corners. In middle, the small squared shape deep dish in black and flames burning on it. Her eyes were closed and she was murmuring continuously, the chanting began and it resumed for a while. After spending some time alone and chanting, she noticed that the poison was just to kill an alpha. It was poisonous only to werewolves. But the amount of wolf blood present in Lady Dasher's body is making her asleep.