Romans & histoires Vol 5

"Thank you for deciding to get past that shield I had over my heart." END OF VOLUME NINE: SHIELD MY HEART

I'm home. And it's enough for forever. END VOLUME 3: GOALIE

Not again. "Are you ok, Sir?" She asks as she blinks her eyes, and I feel Ares so excited. For the first time in five months, he finally feels lively again. He has been down with me for these past few months, but that isn't the case right now. He feels so happy, and I can feel the anticipation in him. "Leave!" I say to her between gritted teeth as I throw my gaze away. "Huh? But, Sir... You sent for me," Her voice sounds a bit confused, which I was expecting.

The smile on his face faltered a little as he opened a black umbrella and walked over. "What are you doing here? Who's handling things in the pack downtown district?" he asked with a frown. "I've got everything arranged," I said, forcing a smile as I handed him the gift I'd been holding onto this whole time. "I came to say… happy fifth mating anniversary, Alaric." He looked startled, clearly having forgotten it was our fifth anniversary, let alone expecting me to travel all this way to bring him a gift. Surprise flashed in his eyes, and just as he reached for the gift, Serene Vargar's coquettish voice rang out. "Alaric, the elders are here. The council's starting."

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“We were together for five years! You loved me!” “Five years?” Evangeline raised an eyebrow, looking at me like I was insane. “Mr. Corvo, I think you’re mistaken.” “I’m not mistaken!” I begged, all my pride and dignity gone. “Evangeline, look at me! Do you really remember nothing?” “All I remember,” she said, her voice terrifyingly calm, “is that you are the mafia Don of Chicago. Nothing more.” I felt my heart being ripped out of my chest, bleeding and raw.

"We partied too hard last night and forgot to use protection—don't forget to buy morning-after pills for your wife." Looking at the woman's smooth bare back and the red mole on her neck in the photo, I felt absolutely nothing. Again. Five years of marriage, and this wasn't the first time. Kathy liked to test me this way. She called it her "little experiment." The first time, she "accidentally" left a receipt for condoms on the nightstand. I got angry and confronted her, but she just smiled with contempt. "Why are you so petty? My girlfriends and I bought that on purpose just to see how you'd react." The second time was on our wedding anniversary. A guy showed up at our door with a bouq

she says, with the placid certainty of someone who has heard this exact sentence for years, "for twenty-five years. And here we both still are." I cannot argue with this. It is a clapback of the highest order and I respect it even while resenting the timing. She has never once in her life failed a vibe check, and I find it both admirable and occasionally inconvenient. The green juice is, as it always is, a miracle. Mrs V makes it from a combination of ingredients she has never disclosed to anyone, and it is genuinely bussin on a level no other substance can compete with. It addresses hangovers, cramps, nausea, headaches, and at least two categories of existential difficulty with equal reliab

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