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“Girls. Let's make Mrs. Silver the most beautiful woman for her wedding.” I watched in horror as my eyes fell on a pair of gleaming scissors lying beside the big boxes of makeup kits on the table. And before I could scream for help, the five of them dashed towards me with occupied arms and a huge smile on their faces. ***** “Do you like it, Mrs Silver?” I was still panting, chest still heaving as I nodded vigorously. “Is something wrong?” Michelle asked, her face scrunched with worry as she immediately dashed to my rescue, checking my temperature for any possible means of fever or something.

“This far. This is the line.” The silver rises, no longer just light, but a presence—ancient, immense, humming with a will that dwarfs mine. I can feel it, deep as roots, as if the earth itself is listening. What was never meant to exist must be undone. But I see it now, the trap woven into every word, every glowing line in the circle. This isn’t a choice—it’s a snare, a rigged scale made to topple me toward disaster. I’m meant to lose, no matter what I do.

However, the people who believed they were better than Luna only contained their anger, contempt and jealousy inside while glancing at Silver Moon’s back who was being led to the top seat by Silver—thinking that the seat beside their leader was supposed to be theirs. “Good evening. How are you doing?” Silver said casually without his voice changer that made everyone gasp while Silver Moon was busy laughing inwardly because of the cute reaction from the people. “This banquet’s sole purpose was to welcome the woman I’ve wanted since the day that I was born,” Silver said in a tone filled with compassion and devotion that made the listeners could not help but feel so astounded. Today was the fir

It means a great deal to me! ＊ At first, every day is like that Beyond the tears hidden in the rain I'll wait for you, let's start over So that in the future I can meet you again with a smile — Let Go, BTS T Y L E R V I N C E N T "I knew it was you."

She turned back and saw her approaching with a glass jug filled with juice. She came closer and poured some into a cup for Silver. Silver chuckled a bit with the food in her mouth "Guess I was hungry. Did you prepare this?" She asked. "Yes, I did. Do you like it?" "Like? I love it. This meal is heavenly, it is rich and creamy with the perfect balance of salty and savory flavors. The bacon is crispy and smoky, and the cheese... It's just perfect, so smooth and gooey." Silver sighed contently with dreamy eyes.

Don’t smile on me, light on me. No, I can never take another step to you. Don’t have a name to call me by anymore. You know I can’t show you me, give you me. The weaknesses that I hide you can never see I wear a mask again so I could see you. But I still want you. - The Truth Untold, BTS [Ysablle English Cover Version] *** THE free time was extended until after lunch—some of the writers who were writing stopped momentarily and tried the amenities available.

I zip my bag putting it on my back "Listen you, me, tonight, huge party at it doesn't matter's house, I pick you up and we go have a fucking blast!" "Uh..." fuck that, "no but thanks," I turn to walk away but Silver grabs me turning me back "Baz please it's one party it won't kill you," "I know that and I don't care, I'm not going." "Why not?" "Because I know you! If I go to a party with you I'll be left alone, while you have all the fucking fun with your other fucking friends." That came out of nowhere and Silver frowns clearly offended, "look you're it for me all right? But I know I'm not for you and that's fine I've made my peace with it-"

Just settled into himself, like he’d decided the exact amount of space he would occupy, and that was final. His eyes were silver. They moved across the room in a sweep that didn’t look like a sweep. They didn’t stop on me. I turned back to the front. The High Elder called the ceremony to order. The lights dropped except for the column of moonlight through the open ceiling—Blood Moon light, redder than ordinary and thick in a way that made the air feel different. Heavier. Like it was waiting. It moved slowly at first. I watched it find a pair across the room, a Delta male and a north-pack female, both going rigid before the gold thread pulled taut between them. The crowd made a soft sound. Th

Beside me, Ellie was laser-locked on her drummer crush, eyes wide and greedy. Teddy’s voice sliced through the noise—low and rough, like smoke catching on gravel. “I was born with a target on my back, Silver spoon, golden trap. They said ‘Sign here, make us proud,’ But I’d rather burn it down than bow…” I sucked in a breath. The lyrics hit different. Sharp and raw. And then the chorus dropped. “So I run loud, louder than their chains, Scream my name in the pouring rain.” The crowd exploded. Everyone was singing. Screaming. Living.

I can never forget her annoying voice that made my blood boil. I froze mid-reach, heart jerking in my chest. No. Not now. Not while I’m under the freaking desk. Rylan didn't say a word afterall he can't say a word either. But I heard his tired grunt. Silver laughed. “What? You’re worried. No one is here, Rylan.” And then silence. Followed by a slow, amused exhale from Rylan. “Well, well, well,” Silver purred, the sound moving closer to where I was hiding. “Rylan, I love you. I told you time without numbers. We aren't related by blood so we can be together.”