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They tore off the deer beastmen's antlers, cut off the bear beastmen's paws, and more, until the entire Secret Realm was filled with nothing but the wails and lamentations of the fallen beastmen. "Prissy! Prissy, I did it! I've successfully evolved!" At the end of the three years, Jasper finally managed to evolve, and he was utterly overjoyed. Priscilla was excited for him as well. "As expected! Such a strong, determined beastman like you is truly destined to be my husband and mate!" She then turned to look at me with a piercing gaze. "Kael Vaxenroth, you dared to defy my orders and upset Jas. Just wait till we're out of here, and I will immediately have you replaced as my mate!"

She shuddered with surprise as the powerful Sergeant began to caress slow sensuous circles with his fingertips on her bare skin, all the while staring at the shy Roger who merely bowed his head in defeat. Kaitlyn bit her tongue as she revelled in this new found attention. The attention which she never found at home nor which she ever sought at school. Now, as she finally became a woman after nineteen long years, she longed to be held captive to the four studs before her. “Jackson and Williams here, are going through a very particular type of training at the moment. I’m sure your wonderful fiancée has told you all about it. So far they have completed all the physical demands and tasks that we

“Not just like a kid. You’re too thin. Too petite. We’re fixing that shit starting tomorrow.” She snorts, arms crossed tight over her chest. “Fixing me? Like I’m some broken gym equipment? Fuck you, Elias.” “Yeah, well, fuck me later,” I shoot back, stepping closer so she has to tilt her head up. “Right now I’m serious. You’re my wife. Mine. And I’m not showing up to another event with that fool and his curvy trophy wife laughing at how you look like you still need training wheels. Tomorrow we’re hitting the gym. I’m enrolling your ass in the best program they’ve got and you’re gonna train until those hips and that ass and those tits fill out the way they’re supposed to.”

This was a side of her that I have not seen since the past three years that we have been married. "Are you seriously asking me that? Because the last time that I checked, you were the one thanking me for how I was treating you like a real husband, cooking for you, feeding you, and even defending you before my family members, or have you already forgotten?" I asked her as I took a step closer to her, and with that, she instinctively stepped back. "Now if you don't want me to change my mind and stop treating you like a real husband, you will get into this car so that I will take you back home, and I don't want to see you with that man or any other man again till the end of the one month in whi

“Men like Jake don’t waste time. If he is hard on you, it means he still sees potential. You should thank him.” “I pay him in family patience,” Ryan said. “That’s enough thanks.” She ignored that and kept her eyes on me. “Are you following everything he says? No skipping? No complaining in the private room?” “I’m doing the work.” “That is not what I asked.” Her voice stayed calm, which made it worse. “A wife who wants to keep her husband does not treat training like a hobby. She treats it like duty.” Ryan smiled at that, proud of the wording. “Listen to her, Mia. This is what support looks like.”

After getting into another argument with Marilyn Cortell, I miss out on the chance to see my mother one last time. From then on, I become Marilyn's perfect husband—never possessive, never jealous, and never asking for a divorce. Even when a photo of her and Henry Solon together in bed makes it onto the trending topics online, all I do is tell the media that I hope she gets what she wishes for. However, for once, Marilyn attempts to explain to me without me confronting her about it. I smile and tell her that I understand. "I know that it's all for work. You're only able to get inspiration for your songs when you're with him. I don't mind." Everyone in the industry praises her for trainin

As I was rummaging through the trash for leftovers, my wife, who had died three years ago, suddenly showed up. She stepped out of the Voyce and looked down at me from above. “Honey, you really did pass my test.” I was holding some moldy stale bread. I stared at her in bewilderment. It turned out that three years ago, at a class reunion, the school heartthrob she had once dated had suggested it. “I wanted to see if your love is real.”

The commander stepped from his vehicle. A woman emerged from another. Elegant. Composed. Grey suit beneath a weatherproof coat. The same woman who had travelled aboard the black helicopter. She glanced briefly at Glen. "So..." "This is the child." The commander nodded. "He exceeded expectations." She looked at Glen again. "He looks ordinary." Glen frowned. "So do you." For a brief second... The commander's lips twitched. The woman, however, did not smile. Back at the ranger station... Bethwel finished photographing the scene.

Boatings family doesn’t need a live-in son-in-law. At 4 am May woke me up to train as we normally do. We had interesting training together. May was so sharp and fast. I began to train her how to jump and sustain herself in the air. I gathered a thought that I could help make her stronger so that she could be at my back if I fall into any eventualities. After training, May took Photostat copies of our marriage documents and both of us went into the bed-chamber of Mrs. Tina Boating.

Until almost all eyes were glued to her as she walked carefully down the stairs. The lack of expression on her face was automatically translated as a display of confidence by the audience. There were a few steps left when she spotted Nikolai. He was only silently observing her, his eyes filled with pride and awe. All eyes are on them, for sure. Now is her chance to play her role well, per Nikolai’s words. She finally puts on an enchanting smile. “There’s my wife,” he greets her with a smile that didn’t reach his eyes. Nikolai looked great and dashing. This look goes well with his acting. “You look perfect.” He added, though she couldn’t tell if he meant it or not.