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“It seems like my story is about to end on a boring, sad note. Look, if my story is ever gonna end, it doesn’t have to be happy. But at least let it be worth it, you know? Peak? Normal is boring.” Neva listened, her knuckles white on the wheel. She pulled the car into the driveway of their safe house and turned off the engine. The sudden silence felt heavy. “Well,” Neva said, unbuckling her seatbelt. “You need some new hobbies. Let’s get you something else. You know, an adventure that is fitting for a pregnant woman. And you know what? I’m going to blame this crazy idea on the pregnancy hormones.” She opened her door and got out.

Reaching over, I gripped the nape of her neck. “Neveah,” I whispered, desperate for her to listen. To understand. “I’m not asking you to listen to me. You’re going to because I know you miss me as much as I miss you.” I didn’t know that but that’s what I wanted. I needed her to miss me.

“You’ve got the pieces. And you’ve got us to guide you. But W.I.L.D. is also something you become through experience, through trust, and through embracing every part of yourself.” Serenya exhaled, feeling the weight of the day, the forest, the lessons, and the truth of their words settle inside her. “I… think I get it. Watchfulness, Instinct, Learning, Determination. W.I.L.D.” Solana’s presence thrummed in agreement. And you will carry it, little one. Not just for yourself… but for all who depend on you. Cheyenne ruffled her hair playfully. “Good. Now let’s see if that W.I.L.D. mind of yours can handle one more drill before sunset.”

she states, leaving me taken aback. “What are you going to do with it?” I ask. “None of your concern. Get me what I want and free your she wolf” How do I sacrifice someone else to save one? “What if I give up on my wolf?” I ask. “Giving up your wolf will only be a sacrifice. Not something for my use” she pauses a brief second. “Why? Are you afraid you can't get me what I want?’ She asks, narrowing her gaze at me. I think hard, too much all at once until a thought flashes.

She asks she with crossed arms I guess she's right. "My name is Hanna" I decide to tell her as I give in "Hanna Wilder" she says my name which causes my body to feel tingly all over Whoa. What was that? I stand up straighter to try and hide this feeling. My ex-boyfriend never made me feel like that. "Pretty name" she says as she tucks a strand of her black hair behind her ear Her eyes never stray away from mine as she does so.

"The 'Wild' doesn't respond to the Cradle. If you put Rowan in there, you won’t get a god. You’ll get a meltdown that will level this mountain range." ​"We’ve spent five years and three billion dollars refining the interface, Nora," Victoria replied, her voice as sharp as a diamond-tipped drill. "The 'Wild' is just unrefined data. The Cradle is the refinery. We don’t need the boy’s cooperation. We only need his nervous system." ​Behind her, the other eleven Directors stood like statues. They weren't soldiers, but they were something worse: they were the architects of the world's misery, the people who had signed the checks for every experiment that had ever scarred me.

Harper had done the one thing I’d dreamt about from the first day I met her, she’d been brave enough to reach for what she wanted, and I had shamed her for it. A part of me was secretly thrilled that she desired me just as intensely as I desired her, that I wasn’t alone in this forbidden craving and it took every will power not pin her on the couch and fuck that innocent cunt of hers. I run my hands through my hair. I shouldn’t even be thinking about this, but I had been too harsh earlier. I needed her to know I wasn’t upset with her. I was willing to give in to her, even if it was only for one night, if she still wanted me. I knock gently, calling her name in a low voice, and wait.

She shrieked, her hand scorched black. Her scheme had backfired. However, Wendy was not done. She brandished a USB drive like a weapon. "I've got a video of Chloe's betrayal right here! Time for everyone to see her for who she really is!" She dashed for the projector and jammed the USB in. The screen flickered to life. Sure enough, there was a couple on the bed. However, the woman was not me. It was Wendy, and the men kept changing. The room went from silent shock to roaring laughter.

Tristan stood up as Camilla explicitly requested Tristan to marry her. "Give me anything you want, ANYTHING! Nevertheless, not for weddings! Do you get it?" Tristan was adamant. "Then tell me quickly, how much money do you need," Tristan continued. “…” Camilla remained silent. "Answer my question, bitch!" Tristan screamed even louder. Camilla was in tears. Her heart is broken. She felt like a vile woman! "Write the amount you require on the check." Tristan finally produced a blank check from his wallet and instructed Camilla to fill in the appropriate amount.