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Mia's POV I froze when I heard Leo's voice at the other end of the phone. Leo said hello again and I took a deep breath and responded and my voice came out very calmly and low. His voice was so deep and sounded sweet over the phone. I didn't know his voice was this sweet too over the phone. He mentioned my name again and I responded he asked if I was okay and I said Yes. He told me he had gotten home and wanted to let me know and also thanks me for the breakfast and lunch and that he enjoyed it.

Nana chokes with a smile. We bid our goodbyes and head back home. Jessie greets me at the door and I hand her her gift bag with the stuffed penguins and flowers and the necklace. She looks at me with surprise as tears fill her eyes. I kiss her cheek and bring her to sit in the living room with the others. Macy runs up to me and I kneel in front of her while Jessie opens the small box from her gift bag. I produce the monkey from behind my back and Macy takes it in her arms. "Thank you Daddy," she exclaims with joy.

“I sit here, knowing it needs help, and don’t give it until it’s crying for me?” “Well, in nature, I believe the sire or the dam would help them out, but this way is better. You’re not its natural parent, so you have to force that bond in a more—” “Go fuck yourself,” she said calmly and pried open the shell.

So, After a few minutes of struggling, I manage to unpeel myself from the bed and lazy walk my meat body to the shower. This is the literal feeling of hangover accumulation. I'd been curing my hangover with alcohol and now it's all catching up to me. I probably should call in sick today but my asshole of a boss would just drown if I'm not there to babysit him. So I push myself until I'm all dressed up and ready to go.

Connor peers out the window, wide-eyed despite himself. “Is this a castle?” He asks. Carmen leans forward, grinning. “It looks like one, right? Maybe Daddy’s … Maybe… uh… Daddy Long Legs lives here. From the cartoon. You know. With the… legs,” Carmen says quickly. She knows Madeline does not want them to call me Daddy. Connor narrows his eyes. “That doesn’t even make sense,” Connor says. Carmen huffs, crossing her arms. “You don’t make sense,” Carmen says. Maddie rubs her temple like she’s already aged ten years. I cough into my fist to hide the laugh.

"I never got why he liked her. Luna Ana is way prettier!" The crowd continued to murmur, but I didn't care anymore. With Chris's help, I severed the mate bond with Adam, and I had my father's company back. Chris even invited my mother and me to move to Oasis Pack, and I agreed. On the day we moved, I was dragging my suitcase out of the house when the door suddenly swung open. Adam staggered in, reeking of alcohol, his eyes bleary. "Are you... really leaving?" His voice was rough, as if he hadn't spoken in days.

"No, I haven't, but I think that shouldn't be in our plans, that's not an option, I'll just keep the contract money and nothing else." "Well, it's not something you want, it's something that is already planned, I need you to send me money to survive these weeks, so if you want to see me alive send me money sweetie, in two weeks we will see each other and we will have a great time." "No Joshua, I told you I don't have any more money."

In his hands were two roasted deer legs that had gone stone cold and a cup of goat milk that had lost all its steam. "Ivy, the line at that specialty restaurant was too long, so I just bought something from a roadside stall. Eat it while it's... well, try to eat." Roadside stall. Cold goat milk. So this was his "deep affection." I didn't touch the breakfast. I just watched as he took out his phone, snapped a photo of the dry, unappetizing deer legs, and posted it to the Werewolf Social Network. [Ran across half the territory just to buy Luna breakfast. It was hard work, but as long as she likes it, it's worth it.]

What kind of monster offers a girl a salad bunch of stronzo's "Sure" he takes his phone out of his pocket and tosses it on the table. His men pass it down until it reaches me. Taking it from the guy I swipe up and go straight to dial Noah's number "Thank you," I say getting up and excusing myself from the table. Walking down the steps I walk across the lawn and I stand by the cliff. "Hello," Noah says sounding as if I'm a pain in the ass for even dialing him. I leave it because he doesn't know it's me

As one of the country's top high school teachers, I have helped countless students get into the best colleges. But I somehow find myself reborn as a poor kid from the countryside while attending a ceremony honoring my achievements. A mysterious voice echoes in my mind. "If you fail to get into college, you'll die!" How hard can that be? It's just getting into college. That's hardly a challenge for a genius like me. But soon I realize that getting into college isn't really about how smart you are. In the end, it all comes down to people and their motives.