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Which happened to be a baggy sky blue Long sleeve on cream coloured pants, and sneakers for my feet "You look good." Theron whispered in my ear as we crossed the road. "And you look..." I paused for a second as I scanned his getup - a brown leather jacket on a black shirt with a character from Z. O. M. B. I. E. S drawn on it, a zombie by the name Zed, I think. His pants were a lighter shade of brown like his jacket and he settled for boots rather than sneakers. "Look?" Theron prompted, snapping out of my daze.

I flew down the stairs knowing it would be easier than walking, and keptmy head down, so I didn’t trip. Nevertheless I felt a wall hit my forehead. I lost balance in the air, having me fall to my feet, I’d rubbed my forehead not in pain just making sure it didn’t bleed, seeing shined dress shoes and a rusted band. I slowly brought my head up seeing a black cloak with the Ankh symbol on it, Professor Zaro, I gave a grin in my eyebrows colliding together trying to stay positive.

"I belong to the Vanguard. I belong to you." Zuri smiled, a breathtaking, brilliant expression that reached all the way to her golden eyes. "Then let me give you the mark of my heart," Zuri said softly. She reached into the pocket of her tunic and pulled out a small, beautifully crafted object. It was a thick, braided choker, woven from the indestructible, luminous green fibers of the Sun-Tree. But in the center of the braid, set in a flawless bezel of iridescent silver, was a jagged, dark piece of iron-shale.

They were too adorable. “What are you two doing?” I asked them. “Nooothing.” Zaria responded with a giggle. Then Zyon came from behind the wall. He was dressed in a pair of shorts and blue and white t-shirt. Zaria followed behind him wearing a pink sundress with flowers. “You like my dress mommy?” Zaria said as she spun around, her dress spinning around. Mommy, I flinched at the name. I guess I still have to get use to it.

He placed a soft kiss on my forehead. “Are you sure you want to go home and pick up some stuff?” “I won’t have any clothes if not.” “I can take you shopping in the morning to get anything you need.” “What about to sleep in tonight?” “I can lend you a shirt,” his wicked smile was back. “Oh really, What’s with the wicked smile Mr. Thorn?” “Just imagining you in one of my shirts.” “Ok. Take me to yours.” “Are you sure?” “Yes. The longer I let the dust settle the better to be honest.”

She hurriedly tried to flag down many taxis but none was stopping. Without further warning, the rain came down heavily and she quickly looked for somewhere to hide. Unfortunately, there was nowhere to hide and by that time, the rain had soaked her light white shirt and began sipping through her trousers. Her black hair was completely damp, but she struggled to use her bag to shield herself from the rain, which didn't work apparently.

Zoro sighed, before walking over to where I was seated. I started off by asking him if he has a girlfriend or a mate, and about his family. Zoro's face darkened at the mention of family, and anger oozed from every pore in his body. I quickly changed the topic and asked him about things he likes, but I only got a terse reply from him. "Forgive my manners," I apologized. "I didn't even offer you a glass." "That won't be necessary," he replied. "I'm fine."

Five times, he pinned Roman to the mats before they finally climbed out, reaching for water. The day was sweltering. Tristan pulled off his shirt, splashing water over his head and chest before sitting down to watch the next round. Zoriana couldn’t help but stare. His shoulders, arms, and chest were covered in intricate tattoos—shadowy wolves and tribal ornaments that accentuated his ripped muscles. Droplets of water clung to his skin, looking sinfully delicious. Realising she was openly ogling him, she turned away, heat rushing to her cheeks. “Alpha Zoriana, would you like the next round?” Roman asked. “Tom is one of our best; he’d be a worthy opponent.”

With the way he held it, it looked like a toy but people respected it. Before noon, Zuri comes out dressed in a pink ripped shorts and a white turtleneck sweater. Her boots first announce her presence as she enters. She lowers a small carton on the couch. ‘’ I had to sort out some stuff for you.’’ I peep into the carton and look back at her. Using a finger I move the fabrics inside around then I look up and smile. She is only able to think of lending me her clothes because I have lost a whole lot of weight these past months. I do not know if my smile is broad enough to show I am grateful or if I should have clapped and squealed.

⚠️Warning: 17+ (Violence Content)⚠️ I REALLY NEED SUPPORT FROM ALL OF YOU, BY REVIEWING THIS STORY❤️ Let's cooperate with each other❤️ ***** "Aniki, (Brother)." Orochi saw Ozgur, Orochi still looked friendly, he started to take off his school coat and rolled his long shirt up to his elbows. At that moment, Ozgur began to see the kanji tattoo on Orochi's left wrist. "If you can beat me... No, I mean. If you can knock me down, just once, I'll let you go. Because I'm the greatest fighter here, from now on." Orochi said, looking at Ozgur.