Romans & histoires Young Sirius

His voice echoed through the microphone, full of enthusiasm. “Distinguished guests! Tonight is a special moment because our annual event’s main sponsor has arrived! Please give a big round of applause for the legendary billionaire, owner of Walkez Group, Lazarus Walkez V!” The room erupted immediately. Thunderous applause roared from every corner, accompanied by enthusiastic cheers. I saw the faces of the men around us—young and old—all of them beaming. Some stood up to get a clearer view, some whispered in admiration. I knew exactly why. Lazarus wasn’t just rich; he was the symbol of the success they dreamed of. A self-made billionaire who built an empire from nothing, cold, charismatic, an

Mother screamed so loudly that she almost passed out. “Silver poisoning?” Kian stared hard at the report. His Alpha energy rippled out of him, uncontrollable. “How could Lily have silver poisoning? Where did it come from? Check again! I want a full investigation!”

Sugary Goodness "That's not how it is supposed to work Mr. McCain. Yes... I know you had paid a large amount of money. Yes... but our girl is still free to decide. It is quite clear on the agreement sir. Let's see, how about if I set you up with a more suitable girl for you? I'm really sorry about this. Why don't you take Jaquelyn to dinner first, anyplace of your choosing all expenses are on us, as a token of our apology. Then if you deemed appropriate, she will replace your previous one? And I will take care of everything personally. Yes sir, I understand. I will set it up with Jaquelyn tonight. Thank you, sir." Damn billionaires! I finally ended his call. Mr. McCain was one of our top pay

MANDY YU POV:) "What does Mr. Sy's youngest child look like?" "Maybe, the handsome one like Sir Johnser? Kyaaahh! I hope so!" "He's still young. When I read the article, he was only 22. We're three years older than him." "Too bad! It's okay. If it's handsome, I'll re-rape it. Hahaha!"

My name is Isaac Young, I am Grey’s great uncle, his father was my cousin, the only male cousin I have. When we were young, since our age is just about the same, we used to go well together. We hang out, we play and even spend most of our young years together. He was like the brother and best friend to me when we were younger, but after we grew up, that relationship we had with each other gradually faded.

The sunlight streaming through the large windows of the dining hall failed to provide any warmth to me. Instead, I seemed to feel even colder as I sat across the long table. At the end of the table sat Freddie in his wheelchair. His skin was as pale as paper, and every breath was accompanied by a faint wheeze a reminder that death was just standing behind him, waiting for the right timing. Despite his weakness, the old man's eyes were still full of love every time he looked at me.

com To MrsYoung@g***l.com Re: lyrics Dear, Mrs...Young! It feels weird to address you with my last name. I’m not talking to my mom aren't I? P.S I wanna hear you sing that song ( Please reply, I'll be waiting) Yours, Damien Young

Cynical laughter roared nearby. “Good girl, I like your mouth better when it’s not spewing shit you can’t back up.” Yuri’s husky voice was suddenly low in my ear and I clenched my teeth. The unmistakable stench of booze and cigarettes invaded my nostrils and I couldn't escape. Activity was buzzing around me, but I was too out of it to notice any particular action. I felt him grasp my chin roughly to get a good look at my face before he released it and stood back up with a threatening grunt.

“Ryan Ford and I am the owner of Misquini Group.” “Misquini? You are one of our new branches,” Alexander nodded, pulling out a cigar from his inside pocket and offered one to his son. Mr. Ford laughed proudly, “Yet, I am with the most significant development.” He said with purposedly loud voice, trying to showing it off to Zachary that still didn’t say or express anything to respond it.

"I also saw Gabriel and a group of youngies." "Did you find all the answers you were seeking?" she asks. "No," I reply honestly. There's still a lot I need to know. "Who are youngies?" She sighs and stares at me. "Every werewolf was once a youngie." She takes my pinkie finger threads hers with it. "A youngie is a werewolf that has just attained his or her transformation powers. Just like you.""Everyone became a youngie at the age of eighteen?" She nods. "Zara told me they'll help me discover my powers. What does she mean?"