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It was like a slap to my face seeing my pack members afraid of my Beta besides me. "Bow to me!" I heard Stan's command with a huge grin and couldn't believe my eyes as I watched them all lay flat with their belly down to the ground. "Are you all mad? Get up now!" I yelled, but no one adhered to my order. Not a single person dared raise their head. This made Stan burst into a scornful laugh as he took his steps forward to the pavement where I stood. I could notice how strange his eyes had become. It was darker and something was terrifying about it. As he drew closer, I was struck by a demon scent which emitted from his body.

I wave at her as I rush out of the kitchen before she asks me to spend time with her another day. I normally find the gym empty when I come down, but today Santino is around, and he is lifting some weights, as if he even needs to. His body is already in perfect shape, and the weights must weigh like paper to him. Besides that, he does look hot in black gym shorts and a black vest that shows off the large muscles on his arms. I wet my lips and averted my eyes instantly. I know he has noticed me staring, he notices everything; he just chooses what topic to speak about.

I snapped at them, they couldn’t care less, enjoying the taunts How the hell did I end up surrounded by such headaches, “By the way, are you letting her fight?” Mika suddenly asked “Fight?” Jax sat upright, intrigued. “The little thing challenged Stan to a duel” xander replied “Damn…. she is something else,” ”So? Are we stopping the fight?” Carl asked. They all looked at me expectantly, while they may not have been with me as long as the others, they were still my close brothers who understood me. “No” “Stan isn’t just anyone, and he’s pretty pissed. He’s not thinking straight” Mika added

Then again — slower this time. I shifted in my seat, giving him a look that said stop it. He just smirked, the faintest twitch of his lips. Dad’s voice floated from the front seat. “So, Jax, which campus are you most excited to see?” Jaxon cleared his throat. “Uh, probably Stanford. The program there’s solid.” Mom turned around briefly, smiling. “You’d love it, honey. Such a beautiful campus. And the football program — just incredible.” He nodded politely, answering all their questions like he wasn’t quietly making my pulse race under the table.

I asked in confusion. "Yes,My company is a construction company which you know very well,If you become famous,my company will build a house for you,when your fans see it, they will also want to buy from our company" "Dad,i don't have a problem with that but if i have to do all this without Gianna, then i don't want it,i will find my own way" "Xander,you will break up with Gianna,we will all move out of here,then when you are ready ,your girlfriend will be Skylar Jones"

“H-he’s the boss.” “What?” Zack stares at her, then at Elijah. “No, no, no. Call your boss! I want this asshole fired!” Elijah takes a menacing step forward, and Zack flinches. I quickly grab Elijah’s arm again, pulling him back. “He’s not worth it,” I murmur, giving him a firm look.

I can tell she's hesitant to give me any information. "Stacy." I give her my most reassuring smile. "Hi, Stacy, I'm Cassidy and this is,," I point to the obnoxious buffoon standing next to me, "Alex. We're having a little disagreement that needs to be settled. Would you mind weighing in on the matter?"

He would live his remaining years in agony, as he would be crippled. Holding the medical record book, Xanthus stood in Stuart's ward. He gently patted the book on his back and walked while trying to find a way. Jepherson stood outside and watched. He knew very well that Xanthus had encountered a tough case. In other words, Stuart was in trouble. Xanthus wandered around the ward for a while and emerged from it. He said, "I don't recommend it for Stuart to go abroad for treatment, and more importantly, conservative treatment is also not recommended."

Joel faced him and said, "You don't want some drink?" Stan closed his eyes and exhaled. He held his forehead and said, "My alcohol tolerance is so low. Please, Joel. I need to go home." "Stan, please. Just this one time. One beer?" Joel still urged him. Stan shook his head but Joel is still eager. "Just one beer, Stan. I need to vent out, bro," Joel pleaded. Stan looked at him for a minute, and as a human being who is pitiful with his friends, he agreed.

’ She ran her hand through her hair, long enough to emphasize the glittering diamond ring on her finger. I glanced at my finger and realized, almost too late, that there wasn’t a ring there. ‘She doesn’t have one,’ Xavier replied, ‘because it’s not yet finished. I’m having it custom-made and I can’t wait for her to see it.’ I looked at him and he smiled at me, warm and sweet. Stan had never made me feel special in the midst of people, and even if this wasn’t real, I liked it. But then… ‘How convenient,’ Stan snorted.