Romans & histoires Replace

A timeline. I could work with timelines.

From: Noah Elordi I'll be posting my latest vlog at 7 pm tonight. Make sure to watch it. I texted Noah that I will surely watch his vlog tonight with a smiley emoticon. It was my third day here in America. I busied myself visiting some famous places here and did some shopping. I was a bit inspired by Noah's compliment on my styling skills, that is why I tried to do some styling on myself. I wanted a different look for myself. I want something new.

i whisper "But where are you're clothes, dont get me wrong i love having you naked but not like this, your gonna freeze to death" "My clothes shredded when i transformed " Lukes eyes go dark then he yells making me jump "ARE YOU TELLING ME YOU HAVE NO CLOTHES" I nod my head then ask "where's you clothes?" "Dont you turn this around" "I just thought...maybe i could borrow a jumper if you have one" "Well you cant" "Oh"

"Don't say it. Her rhythm is stronger than it was yesterday." "Does anyone have a pen," I choke with a light smile.

*** Ready for more football with a visit from Killian? END OF PART ONE

I'm more excited. ... (to be continued)

The fact that my mate will be a Harvest female makes me feel practically giddy. Finally after about a four minute wait it is my turn to use the teleport platform. I plug in the coordinates for the home on the other side of the planet and move to the middle of the small round platform. A quick whoosh sound greets my ears and I immediately find myself on a different teleport pad. This one being close to the coordinates I plugged in.

And she hated it. --- Miles away, Kael stood in the training yard of the Bloodfang stronghold, shirtless and furious. His muscles gleamed with sweat as he launched his fists into the chest of a training dummy, breaking it in half with a savage snarl. His Beta, Rafe, watched from a distance, arms crossed and eyebrows raised. "Something bothering you, Alpha?" Rafe asked casually. Kael didn’t answer. He picked up an axe, hurled it at the far target, and watched it sink into the center with a satisfying thunk.

I was so disappointed in him that I didn't want to talk to him. When I stayed silent, his doubtful gaze shifted into a mocking sneer. "No matter how much you copy, you're not 19 anymore. If you're leaving, just leave. What's the point of playing these little tricks with me?" What did he just say? "Actually, it's fine you're here. Saves me the trouble of looking for you." He pulled out a checkbook, tore a blank check, and tossed it my way. "Name your price for your ten years of youth."