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“I'm sure you understand that I am putting a tremendous amount of trust in you by telling you all this. I was initially... hesitant to hire you when I looked into your financial background. Of course, I wouldn’t have brought you here if I’d assumed you were some kind of con artist, but you can never know until you meet somebody. And sometimes even then…” I could tell he was being careful not to offend me, but he didn’t need to be. I understood completely. I was practically a stranger. He knew nothing about me. If I wanted to, what was to stop me from grabbing the cash and running off the moment he was gone? I wouldn’t do that, of course, but he had no way of knowing that. Not for sure anyway

The desire to know far outweighed the caution I knew I should always take with a stranger. “I’m Casey Merker,” I bellowed as I stretched my hand out for the letter. “Give it to me.” An angry snarl consumed his reddening face as he turned toward me and lifted his feet up, one by one to display the soles of his dust riddled boots. “You made me walk all that way in these pathetic boots when you could have told me who you were from the start. What kind of person are you?” he asked. The genuine distress on his face caused a tinge of regret within me. I shook it off quickly. I needed to keep my head about me and not succumb to whatever power this stranger possessed where I was concerned. That flut

The stranger turned to leave. His polished shoes clicked softly against the hospital floor. Each step carried authority. Power. Control. Just before reaching the door... He stopped. For reasons I couldn't explain... I felt him looking back at me. Then he spoke. "Sometimes..." "People who are abandoned by everyone..." "...turn out to be the ones worth protecting the most." My tears would not stop. Who was this man? Why did he care? Why was a complete stranger showing me more kindness than the husband I had loved with all my heart?

"You don't need to force yourself to tell me anything." "I made a really big mistake last night." Slowly, with her friend's empathy, she mustered the courage to confess what she did. It was indeed a mistake, but she could not deny the fact that it was her decision that caused it to happen. If she had not been impulsive last night, she would not have been in such a dilemma. "We all make mistakes, Vi. No matter what happens, I'll be here for you." Via hugged Cassie tighter, afraid that her friend would change once she heard what happened. "I slept with a stranger last night."

But before he could finish his sentence, Irene clenched her fist tightly, her eyes turning white and locking onto his with a cold, unwavering stare. Cody felt it immediately. A force-a strange, invisible power-slammed into him like a brick wall. His body jerked backward, crashing against the hallway floor, his breath knocked clean out of his lungs. The door stood wide open now, a clear invitation for Irene to walk right in, unchallenged.

the stranger grabbed a seat and sat down, looking at Klein. Klien was trying to look right inside his eyes maybe he could identify him through his eyes but it was all futile. He was trying to see if this was a plan Jeremy out up just go get thee other half out of him. He was so angry that his wolf couldn't even get as little as the smell of this stranger's wolf, talk more of him seeing his is Wolf. "Stop trying to find out about me, you can't know anything, you are only wasting your little energy," the stranger said with a smirk on his lips.

The stranger did the same, with his cap and dark hoodies on. “Who sent you?” Max asked catching his breath. The stranger refuses to answer, instead he exchanged breath through the air. “Who sent you?” Max flared standing upright and advancing closer to the stranger. The stranger walked back, trying to look for another escape route, however they weren’t anyone of some sort. “There’s no where to go to.” Max smiled. “Tell me who sent you keep watch on me and Carmela.” The stranger tried to run but got caught in max hand. Max pushed him back and The stranger threw a bunch in the sky, yet, Max was quick to dough it.

Ivy gave her a meek smile as she watched the stranger led her friend towards the hotel section of the building. She spotted a man seated right beside the exit door. He had a flowing dark hair and it shined in the dimmed light. His hair reminded her of star gazing with her father and she found herself smiling at her childish thought. She couldn't see more of his face as the stranger seemed focus on a newspaper. She sighed and turned her attention back to her drink. Several men approached her but she shot them deadly glares and they all walked away. She kept taking shots waiting for Emily's text message until she became tipsy and she started blanking out.

That was just sex! Her head was full of a lot of thoughts. She knew that she’s a broken shit. She was damaged beyond repair. A lady who was emotionally and mentally unstable. So, she can’t stay and commit to him or anybody else. She will just become a liability to someone. She doesn’t want that. She watched the scenery outside the taxi. The sun was rising. She saw it as a new beginning. A new day she needs to survive. She can’t help but think of the stranger. I’m sorry, Mr. Stranger. But I guess, it’s a goodbye. Apollo Justice

Ivy doesn't need anyone. She's got three jobs, a sharp tongue, and zero patience for men who think muscle solves everything. Then a bar fight goes wrong, an infuriatingly gorgeous stranger clears her debt, and suddenly she's stuck working for a hockey player who smells like moonlight and looks at her like she's the answer to a question he never asked. She should have known "assistant" was too good to be true. She definitely shouldn't have missed the part where he's a werewolf. Or that she might be one too. Alex has spent three years running from an arranged marriage, an Alpha title he doesn't want, and a fate he can't outskate. The night he finds his fated mate slinging drinks at a dive