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I smiled before taking the chocolate wrapper and standing up "Promise me you will be back" he forced the words out of his mouth I gave him my pinky finger and entangled his "I promise" T.B.C

"Here, your favorite burger. Dig in." Her eyes curved into a smile. "Thank you, Mr. Carter!" Then, he placed the other one in front of Alani. "You too, Alani." I looked at the two meals. Demi's had everything—a burger, fries, a soda, and a toy. Alani's had just the burger and soda, with no fries or toy. "Where's her toy?" I asked, looking up at Michael. He froze. "Huh? This is it. The one with the toy went to Demi—naturally—because Alani doesn't like that stuff anyway."

"Our boss is waiting for you on the plane, Ms. Bradshaw." The car drove all the way to a private airfield on the outskirts of the city, where a small jet sat quietly on the runway. Before ascending the stairs, I turned for one last look toward the pack grounds, then dropped my phone into a trash can. "Goodbye, Draco, or better yet, let's never meet again."

“That’s Tobey.” As if summoned by his own name, Tobey came running toward them, pushing a toy truck overflowing with grass, sand, leaves, and several unidentifiable treasures collected with great importance. The wheels refused to turn. He stopped in front of Alicia, brows knitted in deep confusion. “Mommy… It’s broken.” She crouched beside him. “Maybe it’s just tired.” Then she looked up. “Tobey, this is Teddy. An old friend of mine.”

Besides, Alison knew about my plans, so I’m sure she’ll take care of them. When we pull up, Lucas explains that the guys had to head back to work. He grins as he says it, clearly relishing the chance to work them to the bone before we leave for camp. I drop onto the couch in the living room, exhausted and ridiculously happy to be off my feet. Tobias joins me a moment later, settling into the seat across from mine. “How does it feel?” he asks, leaning back casually. “How does what feel?” I reply, confused. “Finishing high school,” he clarifies, chuckling. “How does it feel?”

She settled next to me again while I lay there with a dumb grin on my face. At least someone wanted me around. Alison wasn't much for lazing by the dock. After about an hour she dragged me around the grounds, showing me the extensive garden and the old tree house her parents built for her when she was little. It was huge and elaborate, with staircases and multiple rooms, big enough for me to live in, practically, if the ceilings hadn't been so low. Next came a tour of the main house, room after room of perfection and artwork, pretentious furniture and collections of the rare and near priceless. Alison spent most of the tour alternating between giggling and joking about everything and scowlin

“Go downstairs. If you two keep fighting, I’m sending you to boarding school in Alaska.” Al tilted his head, actually considering it. “Do they have snow?” he asked, hopeful. Arsen laughed and shook his head. “God, Ara, don’t threaten them with something they think is a vacation,” he said, walking out of the room with both kids hanging off him. “Come on, drama queen. Come on, dinosaur. Desayuno.” “AL IS A DONKEY!” Gabby screamed just before the door closed. “You’re a bigger donkey!” Al shot back automatically.

Diana and Brian ran out of the warehouse after setting it on fire. "Alice, I want you to die. You're of no use to us so it's better that you're gone. The inheritance will go to me." Diana laughed as she watched the barn burn. The barn was located in another courtyard and was separate from Alice's parents' mansion. It was old and no one lived there. Just as Alice was about to pass out from the smell of smoke, someone called her name.

"When Storm was a puppy, he got into a phase when he used to destroy all our shoes. Alya must have figured something out so she got him this toy. He grew out of the phase quickly after that and this shoe became his favourite toy. After... Storm hasn't let go of this toy because it reminds him of her. But he gives it to me when I'm having a rough time." "He's a good boy." The corners of my lips lifted up as I gave Storm some well-deserved pats. He sniffed my hand for a bit before he went back to cuddling Jay. "It's just unfortunate that I end up having the shoe more than Storm does." *** November 2026, Scars Bay, USA "Jay didn't just sometimes forget you weren't here, Alya, he even began hall

"And that kid, Julian. He just mentioned he wanted to play with Legos, and Mr. Thorne bought out the entire limited edition stock from the toy store and had it sent over! The boxes are piled up so high you can't even walk! Same species, different fates, huh?" Twenty million in jewelry. Buying out a toy store. That money was enough for Alaric and me to live in that basement for centuries, enough to buy countless cans of nearly expired discounted food. Listening to this, my heart felt as calm as a pool of stagnant water. When pain reaches its limit, it becomes numbness. On the day of discharge, I pushed Alaric in his wheelchair to Central Park. I gritted my teeth and bought him a balloon I wou