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she joked. "I don't have his number, we only met once and probably ain't gonna meet again." I assured myself looking back at the color of the shirt. I need a drink. •••SETH••• I walked into the underground club below the Moneir an exclusive target there was a lot of shitty women here who wanted to pick a fuck boy the experts were inbetween 25-40 some were married only few were bold enough wear their rings, I wore a eye mask that masked my identity I picked it so the ladies could see my smirk.

Caroline, a she-wolf who has been considered a monster since she was a child, can she break the tragedy spell and find her MATE?

My heart was in far more pain than I could think of. “The Alpha is mine, you hear me. He doesn't want an ugly-looking hag like you, he craves something fresh, and I'm glad you can't give it to him as I do.” Another chuckle echoed behind me. I knew it was her other twin, the dumb one who couldn't make a decision without Tracy. “I was expecting drama but I didn't expect it to be so heated. What's going on?” She cackled and intentionally stepped on my feet.

Sly’s eyes follow my gaze and he smiles, waving at the little one. She waves back, and I notice she’s holding her mother’s hand. Blinking, I see that her hair isn't black but brown and her eyes hazel, not Sly’s bright blue. “Mama,” the little one tugs on her mother’s sleeve. “Who’s the pretty lady?” “Shh,” the she-wolf pulls her pup up onto her waist. “It isn’t polite to stare. See her ring and her mark? She’s a Luna.” The little girl’s eyes widen, “Wow! She’s a princess! Is that man her prince?”

Where no one knew that she came from a filthy rich background. Jes look at herself in the mirror. Her blue eyes were hidden by green contact lenses. Her appearance had changed a lot since she left home. Her once blonde hairs were now brown and their length was up to her shoulders but thanks to the extensions that they fall just above her hips. She wearing a micro mini skirt with a backless black blouse that left nothing for imaginations. "Julie are you sure you want to do this?" Maddy asked nervously. "Jeez Maddy, stop being a pussy and if it helps, you can think that I'm just going to have premarital sex." Jes tried to lighten his mood.

After taking a deep breath I got out of the taxi. “Whoa you looked messed up” my co-worker said. “Not now Jack, don’t you think I know how I look?” I said as I took out my camera. “Let’s just get this over with” *** I looked at the well-lit stage and then around the room filled with people who were all well dressed up and had broad smiles on their faces. I couldn't help but wonder how many of those smiles were genuine. People are strange. We can write poetry and travel to the moon but can’t admit how we are feeling. All we ever do is give a fake smile and move on because that’s the easier way out. As my train of thought was taking a turn from mere amusement to downright philosophical she wal

"Whatcha thinkin' bout?" "Just why he would do that? All that trouble to steal a phone and photo. Could he be like an identity thief?" "He's gonna have his work cut out for him trying to look like a small young woman." "Im not small-" "I'm a giant among other girls. You are all smol." Despite my earlier stress, I can't help but crack up at Chey. She always knows how to lift my spirits.

“Aren't you my mate? But you weren't just lucky to get marked by me. Your sister was.” Lucky? His words sank deep into my soul. What did he mean by lucky? What does he think of himself. Before I could leave. I heard a voice from behind me. “Miss..” the lady slowly walked towards me. “Thank you so much. For standing up to him. I've never seen such a brave young lady like you. And also food finding it on your heart too let my husband live even after what he did to you.” She said, her breathing was ragged and uneven.

I thought you were dead,'' she says, looking me dead in the eyes with a soft smile forming on her face. ''Well, I am not,'' I say, getting my books into my bag. ''Hello. I am Anya Romano,'' she says, extending her hand. I looked her up and down and passed beside her to get to my next class. ''You know, it is rude to ignore people like that. It makes them feel bad,'' she says, struggling to close her bag. I stopped my movement and turned to her. She looked up at me and didn't move. ''And what makes you think I care how others feel,'' I say, continuing to look at her, still trying to close the bag.

Alone in a dark bedroom with neon lights glowing in the background, a single lady who had just broken up with her boyfriend stared at her screen. London Webb was a boring florist by day. However, after the boom of the internet era, she slowly gained popularity on the internet, going by the name of Queenie. Initially, she only posted pictures of herself with flowers at work, showing their beautiful arrangements. However, things took a different direction when her boobs garnered more attention than her blooms.