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he cursed but I could see the small smile at the corner of his lips, “Listen; you have to be extra careful and your refusal will only excite him more. He’s a beta.” “How do you know that?” “I’ve spent a lot of time around werewolves to know a Beta when I see one,” was his reply, “He’s going to see this as a game of catch.” He said, “My advice is go on that stupid date with him.” “I thought you wanted me to avoid him.” “I do.” “Well now you’re being confusing.” “Let him grovel for a little while longer,” he said, “Then go on the date with him and make sure it is the worst date of his life; easy.”

Her brown eyes found Lauren's proximity again and the woman kissed her on the mouth slowly, a gentle peck that showed she was there, it was okay. Her hands hugged the historian to her body and she continued to kiss her to fog the strange sensation, completely oblivious to any objection from the universe, any action and movement. At the second floor window, in the study hall, Ursel leaned closer to the glass, her gaze cast downwards, the sun making it difficult for her to see, but still she could see...

She listened and watched in silence as the old wizard distributed the cards for their game. “Elise Wilstonecraft, right? I heard that a werewolf was hired to track her. How dare she kill the vampire king’s loyal escort?” a younger witch added. “How unlucky!” she blurted in annoyance as she arranged the set of cards in her hands. A smirk formed on Elise’s lips as she peaked on the witch’s cards from behind. Her cards were all useless and she was bound to lose the game. “Serves you right,” Elise muttered to herself as she looked for her way out of the den. She was squeezing herself pass through the swamp of gamblers when she, once again, bumped into a dwarf. Elise accidentally stepped on her f

I remarked. "Don't pay her any mind. I told her I would bring a girl I was dating, and she's not exactly thrilled about it," Wenzell explained. I playfully nudged him on the side. "That's why! You should've thought it through, Wenzell. I could have just told the 'fox' girl that I'm dating you." "You choose. If you don't notice, your favorites are also some of my favorites," I replied, looking down at the table.

Tessa was sure of it. She had just agreed to go on a date with a guy who was handsome, charming, and an all-around gentleman. A guy who always went out of his way to make her smile. And yet, she felt absolutely no excitement. So why had she agreed to the date in the first place? Well, because it seemed like the most sensible thing to do. At least that was what her head said, but her heart seemed to have a different opinion of its own. Her traitorous heart, which kept insisting on beating out of rhythm every time she laid eyes on Gendry.

She stared at Arthur intently as she asked, "Are you sure you don't want to go shopping with me after this?" Realization dawned on Willow. Arthur was on a date! She fixed him with a bemused look as she drawled, "I'll leave you to your date, then." "Hey, what's the rush?" Arthur grabbed her by the wrist to stop her from leaving. However, Willow lost her footing. Just as she was about to fall, he gripped her waist and held her upright. He then flashed his supposed date an apologetic smile. "Sorry, but I'm occupied later."

' Wisteria squealed, completely taken by the elder witch, and with some surprise Raeann realized she could see her aura, knowing beyond a doubt that Quinley was a good person. 'Well this is new,' Wisteria chuckled, and as a slight pressure built behind her eyes and images changed to high definition, Raeann knew that she was now looking through Wisteria's eyes. Everything was sharp and extra bright. 'Well what do you know, the wizard likes us!' And sure enough, looking at Valenar looking back at her, she could see a light green surrounding him. 'The color of the heart,' Wisteria supplied, trying not to snuff with laughter. Raeann wondered if her cheeks would stay red forever now since she see

“There are wolves that would probably have rejected you because you’re a witch, or more likely because you are human, thinking you aren't strong enough to be mated to a werewolf.” “But not you?” “No, not me. I want you. I want you to give me a chance, give us a chance. We can, ummmm, go on a date," I say excitedly. That's what humans do when they like each other, if the movies are correct. "If you want to date, I’ll look up how to do that so we can go dating until you adjust to idea of being mated to me.” I watch as she fights a smile. “What?” I ask.

“What number does this one make?” “It’s called dating, Violet.” I explain as I press my body to the glass counter containing potions with eye-catching titles like ‘relive your happiest moment’ or ‘spend five minutes with your lost loved ones’. Though the humans in the town would deem this shop a ‘mystic gothic store’, demeaning its actuality to belief, my best friend, Violet, is a real witch. My phone buzzes and a reminder for my upcoming date pops up.

I jerk and step away from him. "But I want something true, and if you want me, you have to be deserving of a woman like me... flowers, dates, such things," I say, trying to distract him. The idea of doing all that with me makes me want to puke. Amacus blinks a few times. He is unsure if I'm genuine, and he takes a step back and nods."This is going to be a nice challenge," He says, and I scowl, the idiot is truly susceptible! I didn't know it would be this easy. At the mention of me giving him heirs, he forgets all about his original plan to get back his magic from me. I almost cackle, but I manage to control myself. The unsuspecting Wizard guides me back to my room, and I release a breath I