This Is Just A Chapter Not The Whole Story の小説・ストーリー

Ekaro- Good morning. Ok so this is chapter ten, I'm sorry for late update. Next chapter would be in third's POV, wee need to know how her date went right😉 OK cya, Much ❤❤ and spaghetti 🍜🍜

Her finger hovered over the call button but never quite landed. She backed out of the screen. Then opened it again. Backed out. Opened it again. On the ninth try, she finally pressed call. One ring. Two rings. No answer. She frowned, hung up, and tried again. Still nothing. Jessica told herself Michael was just being difficult. She typed out a text message. The moment she hit send, she realized she had been blocked. For a second, she just stared at the screen. Then she let out a sharp, disbelieving laugh.

Title: My three helpers tells of a young girl who was Rejected by her whole pack members, only for three men to come and make her the queen of whole Lycans and wolf. ******** Chapter 1- The outcast Crystal POV I kept my head down, fingers numb as they dug into the cold, damp earth surface of the soil. The weeds had grown thick around the base of the packhouse, making my task harder than it needed to be at a usual time, but I didn’t mind at all.

thank you for reading! next chapter will be updated soon. till the next adios

Please don’t leave me for this. A/N drop a gem if you enjoyed this chapter x

the chapter accidentally repeated the chapter above instead of the intended chapter, I fixed it and if you remove the book from your library and re add it it should fix, alternatively I will post it bellow for those of you who already had the incorrect chapter and don't wnat to remove and re add. *************************** Nova’s POV

**** How do you like this chapter? please leave a review!

How's the chapter? Comment your thoughts 💬

so thank you for your patience. this chapter is short, but don't worry. I will post another together with this.. enjoy. and take good care of yourself and your loved ones / much love Sal*

And I would survive this next chapter, too. A few weeks later, I found an apartment. A small place, just big enough for me and my baby. I started working, building a life piece by piece. Every day was hard. Every night, I thought of him. And every night, I reminded myself that I had made the right choice. He tried to reach me at first—calls, messages, even showing up in my city once—but I didn’t answer. I didn’t respond. I blocked him on everything. And slowly, the obsession, the panic, the toxic pull began to fade.