Novel & Cerita Yes Pretty Cure 5 Go Go

it was Gideon. “Yes,” I answered, my hand on the door knob still trembling. “Tilly will be here soon to take care of your wounds. I'm here to warn you. Under no circumstance are you to ever go to the underground dungeon. Do I make myself clear?” He barked, his eyes on mine. What does that have to do with anything? “Yes. But the Alpha–” “Don't ask questions that will get you killed! Do you job and stay out of sight,” he spat and shut the door in my face.

We've come so far in this journey together, and now we finally have our hands on the cure. So maybe... "What's the hurry?" I shrugged, looking at the box. "The cure isn't running away. We can take it anytime we want." "I was about to say that. We can take it when we're ready. For now, let's just enjoy the moment," Diego supported, letting out a smile of excitement. When I saw his expression, I asked, squinting my eyes at him, "Is that the ninety five percent talking?" "I think it's a hundred now," He replied, forcing laughter out of my mouth.

I answered. Hunter raised an eyebrow as his green eyes studied my face with an intense look. “Fine, I’ll be more likeable from now on.” He huffed a few moments later. “Now I really think that you like me.” I commented. “What if I do?” Hunter challenged me. Woah… I did not see that coming! What do I say to that? Purple Popcorn! “Umm… When do we get out of detention?” I asked. Real smooth, Liv. Real smooth…

"Chris suddenly regained his will to live and asked me to continue treating him, so he came back to Heatherton City. There's really nothing serious. The targeted medication, costing a million per dose, is already on its way." "Will he recover?" Adriana asked again. "We'll do everything we can. The rest… we'll leave it to fate."

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Tininit tininininit tininininitninitninit But it seems the universe doesn't want to. I woke up staring angrily at the alarm on my smart phone that kept ringing. An alarm that reminds me of lunch. And it's also his actions that won't make me miss my meal. Because it's lazy to go outside I choose to order food only. Opening the red app on my smart phone I chose M and Dling Restaurant to buy my lunch. Then I chose to order Spaghetti bolognese, baked lasagna, japanese curry with chicken katsu, choco lava Mille crepes, green tea latte. After making the payment process via m-banking I again lay down my body.

I croaked in pain before he kicked my ribs, I heaved and fell back to the ground, barely hanging on to my consciousness. “Nothing valuable boss,” one of the goons spat distastefully. Their ‘boss’ snickered at the remark and grabbed my hair, my sight tripled along with all nausea and pain. I could barely lift my face much less fight back. Everything went so fast, please, I still need to find the cure. “Useless trash, you fought well but not enough. You’re gonna rot ‘ere all alone,” Those were the words he spoke before he stared blankly at me.

“This was prepared by a professional doctor, and it’s going to flush and get rid of whatever that is growing in there.” He pointed at her stomach, referring to her baby. Freya’s body shook and vibrated nonstop, her lips quivering even under the sunlight. “A liquid? Is—is that safe?” “Of course,” he sneered, already taking the lid off as he stretched it towards her. “Just have a sip, gulp down everything, and that baby will be gone.” “Don’t do it, Freya!” Orson screamed, fighting his way over to her but without any effort. “You can’t get rid of our baby. No!”

Nathan’s POV “Get the hell up and get the fuck out of my house right this minute. What the fuck is wrong with you?” I thunder, not in the mood for this shit at all. “Oh, calm your titties. I'm used to you being so prim and proper ... a gentle giant, if you will. I promise you that yelling and swearing don’t look good on you at all. Anyway, like I said, we need to talk, and we’ll do it now, whether you like it or not. What are we going to do about our baby? I’ll soon start showing and …”

"Now, open your mouth. Say 'ah.'" I blinked. "W-what?!" "Trust me," he said with a faint smirk. "I just need to check your throat. Doctor mode, okay?" Reluctantly, I opened my mouth. He leaned closer, careful not to touch my lips with his instruments. "Throat's slightly red, but no infection. Hydration and rest should fix it. I'll give you some meds to ease the body ache and headache, and some fruits to boost your immunity." He placed the paper bag back in my lap. "Take this. Eat slowly, drink water. No excuses."