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Stretching the menu towards her but then a voice came up "Hi!" ======== "This is our update for today, I also want to say, that I am not trying to throw shade on those who are attracted to the same sex, it's just the personality of Alpha Todd, he wanted pups and he thinks he can't have one if he is mated to a fellow like himself. That being said, we are hoping you will spare us some gems and we need someone to give us our first review. Thanks,"

In these three days that I was burying myself in books, I haven’t noticed the capital how strange it is. I didn’t pay attention to it because I was focusing on my brother’s matter. In the third day, I asked Edward to take a stroll in the city. At first sight, you think that it is a village. I don't know why, but it seemed a little small from far away. There is a big wall surrounding it, a stupendous unalterable fence. It's solid and apparently impenetrable, when you get closer to it, there are some weird writings ; I can read this language, it’s an ancient language that few people knows. It says something about making objects or living being smaller in size. I came down from the carriage, Ed

“With no friends and no wedding party, it wouldn’t seem quite real.” No, it wouldn’t, Gabriel thought crossly. And that was just the point. This marriage wasn’t real. It was a means to an end. “But I understand,” she continued with a sigh. “You don’t want to bother your friends on their anniversary.” She brightened. “Perhaps we could wait a few days, plan something here in Venice and invite them.” “Alright,” Gabriel said through clenched teeth. He would lose this battle to win the war. “Really?” she repeated. “Oh, thank you!” she cried, whirling around in his arms to embrace him. “You’re so good to me!”

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"What did you do? Why haven't I gotten mine?" I smiled. "Why are you asking me about your score?" One of his followers quickly jumped in. "It has to be in the top 50 in the state. They always delay those." I almost laughed. In my last life, my score really had been in the top 50. But this time, I had written everything in red ink. There was no way that was happening. Still, everyone bought it instantly and started congratulating Tyson in advance. He hesitated for a moment, then firecrackers went off outside.

“I guess I’m done being kind.” I wipe my face slowly. That's when I see a number on my wrist. 365. My breath catches in my throat. Maybe it’s a trick of the light. Or a stain from the makeup artist's brush. It burns when I touch it. Not painfully. So I rub at it, harder and harder—but it doesn't fade. Then the timeline clicks into place in my mind. I have gone back into the past. My eyes go wide in shock. Maybe the number is a countdown. My pulse slows.

It definitely was not a dream. In several webnovels, the essence of a rewrite was to change the major plots, and most commonly, the ending- especially saving the original story's main character. He shuddered, realizing the terrifying conclusion. He had been sent here, armed with all the knowledge of future events, to act as the crazy prince's guardian angel. As Keith moved to walk past him, Mars stepped directly into his path. "I'm going with you," he declared. Keith raised a brow, half-amused, half-annoyed by the obstruction. "Let me go with you," Mars pleaded, his light blue eyes wide and earnest.

His voice was rough, as if he hadn't spoken in days. "Yes." I dragged my suitcase, gave the room one last look, and headed downstairs without hesitation. I didn't look back at Adam, not even once, because I knew Chris was waiting for me downstairs. ... When we arrived at Oasis Pack, I discovered that Chris was my second chance mate. It felt like everything had led to this moment, as if it had been destined all along. Miraculously, my mother's condition improved dramatically, and she could communicate normally now. I couldn't help but think that the environment of Oasis Pack had something to do with it.

I can feel his fear but like what Jevro's said, we need to find out why this man entered our room and even caused the hotel's lights off. "But how do we interrogate him?" I asked Jevro. "Simple, this thing can still write. It's original body sent his half power to it for sure. Let's use that to let him speak. Shall we?" Jevro keeps smiling. It's bothering me.

This time I would finish him. "Shaurya Agnihotri starts counting your days in reverse manner. I am coming." The room heard my growling and frustration with my utmost hateful statement.