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Chapter Twenty-Four Kane: Good, now come home. I picked up tacos. Sarah: I could do some tacos :) Kane: Let’s be fat together then? Sarah: Trying to win my heart? Kane: baby girl, you know you just need to say the word and I’m yours <3

He managed to hop to see the numerous pictures and portraits on the wall. In the first five pictures and two portraits of a little girl with blonde hair. The girl had an adorable smile despite the scantiness of her teeth. In one of them, she had a large red bump on her nose but was nonetheless adorable. He moved over to another side of the wall and saw a beautiful adolescent and it was then he knew whose room he was in;"Natalie Kane." She wasn't the type who relied on makeup or jeweleries nor on latest trends of fashion. In most of her pictures, she was in baggy clothes and loosely fitted outfits, and light makeup. In all her pictures including the latest ones, he never saw her wearing any s

"Fear not sweetheart, I'm not going to be your only friend because girl, my circle is big and I'm gonna introduce you to everyone." Sage really looked like the type of girl to have a lot of friends, she just had this bubbly energy to her. She also looked like someone who didn't contemplate much before doing anything, someone who would let her impulsive thoughts win. For starters, her hair was dyed pink which was matching with her pink nails, pink sandals and pink backpack. The knee length black sundress she was putting on was the only thing that didn't have the colour pink. She definitely looked like a real life barbie with how snatched her waist was and how pale her skin was looking.

If I didn't pay attention, I would've missed it. "Karrion Black. Tell me about yourself, Ms. Kane." "There's not much to tell. I'm an art scout and purchaser for wealthy art lovers. I throw the entirety of my days into work, and that's that." "Interesting. You intrigue me, Ms. Kane, and I'd like to understand why. " He said as he looked intensely at me. It was almost as if he was trying to figure me out. "I intrigue many people, Mr. Black. "

"Stella." "Kyaa." I shrieked and met Kane's dumbfounded eyes. "Why are you so surprised?" He then glanced at my sketchbook. "Is that me?" I looked down. "!" I unconsciously draw him again. It was Kane in his hoodie. His signature look. I immediately closed my sketchbook. "H-how could that be you? I-its a character from the comic book!" Kane smirked arrogantly. "But the hood is familiar. The eyebrow is similar to mine too. If you show it to others at home, they would say it looked a lot like me."

But she was distracted by the creak of the door, just as it opened with the clack of heels and Karen came into the light. Holding a tray of food, Karen walked over to where Sadie was sitting on the ground and carelessly threw the tray in front of Sadie without any care. “Here you go. You should be glad you’re even being fed,” Karen said as she began to pace, preening with a smug smirk on her face. Sadie then moved toward the tray where a bottle of water and a sandwich lay, looking back at Karen, who smirked. “I am sure it was fun living in your own world while being doted on like you were some kind of princess being bedded by four men,” Karen uttered with irritation in her tone as she mocked

“Let the woman be happy.” ‎Kane gave up with a sigh, muttering something under his breath. ‎Kareen sat beside him, spoon in hand, and fed him lovingly, wiping the corners of his mouth like he was five years old again. ‎And despite himself, Kane smiled. ‎

Who am I fooling? Okay, I was more than curious, and I thought this was way better than going out on a date that only gave me false hope. I quickly signed up with a new username. Then I hit the preview of the Nutella girl. Nutella girl? That's cute. Sindy Kate. I read it aloud, making me laugh like a twit. It sounded like the word syndicate. Then there she was, live in the flesh. She had a slim figure, almost skinny, but her arms were toned though. Her round face had a little hint of makeup, not too much—that was what I liked in a woman. Her full lips painted with glossy pink.

“Thank you, Emma.” The other cubs crowded around, not wanting to be left out. Each one had their own masterpiece to share. Tommy had drawn me training with the young warriors, complete with little speech bubbles saying “Be stronger!” and “You can do it!” Lisa's picture showed the whole pack running together under a full moon. And little Max, only four years old, had created what he proudly declared was just me, Kane, and Zane smiling — though it mostly looked like three happy blobs. Emma watched from the doorway, her eyes soft. More footsteps approached, and the Beta pair appeared with fresh clothes and… was that chocolate chip pancakes?

“Grace is nice. But it feels a little… safe. Our girl’s going to be a hurricane. She needs a middle name with some bite.” I grin. “Like what? Sandra Fury Harper-Kane?” He laughs so hard he almost chokes. “Sandra Fury. She’d come out swinging. Teachers would be terrified on day one.” “Or Sandra Rebel. Sandra Rebel Harper-Kane. She’d have a leather jacket by age three.” He’s laughing too hard to speak now. “Sandra Chaos Harper-Kane,” he manages. “Because that’s what we’re signing up for.” I swat his arm. “Stop! She’s going to hear you and decide to be a terror on purpose.”