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I took out my Laneige Two Tone Lip Bar and I put it in his lips. “Don’t be nervous! We’re here at your back cheering you exaggeratedly” I bring out the tracksuit he’s going to wear and I showed it to him “Wear this!” And handed him an Adidas gym bag. He opened it and looked at what was inside. “That’s Zeno Track Jacket and Trefoil Track Pants. I just tried it but it’s new” “It's cool in the back,” He said in amazement when he saw the design on the back.

"I was about to head to Ol' Mare to deal with you myself. Never thought you'd show yourself here. You saved me from making the trip!" At that, all 80 men surrounded Alexander. John stood behind Mark with a darkened gaze. He did some stretches to warm up. Zoro drew his sword and rubbed his fingers on the blade. He looked murderous. John was famous for his fighting skills internationally. He had once gone up against many gangs and groups all alone. Zoro's swordplay was not to be reckoned with as well. He could attack his opponent six times within a second, enough to kill many sword-fighting champions.

“Everything is fine. Please don’t worry.” “We will leave in a day for Phantoria.” Zahir said. Zahir had black eyes and hairs too, but he had white highlights at the tips of his relatively short hair. He had a right eyebrow piercing. He had a light moustache and coolly shaped beards. He was well built, tall, and very intuitive. He wore similar normal clothes like Amor's but he kept his shirt’s buttons loose, revealing half of his bare chest. Even the sleeves of his cream shirt were folded up, creased on his biceps.

She picked out the training clothes she hadn’t touched since arriving at the pack, got dressed, and made her way to the training grounds, determination masking the hurt in her heart. *** Alpha Trent was in the middle of demonstrating a complex fighting technique when her scent hit him. His head snapped up, and his breath caught. Zora stood at the edge of the training ground in fitted black leggings and a sports top, her golden hair pulled back in a high ponytail. The morning sun caught the determined set of her jaw, and for a moment, his anger melted completely. His heart hammered against his ribs as he drank in the sight of her. “Beautiful. So damn beautiful.” He muttered to himself and smi

Zara’s POV The world was silent. Not even the wind dared speak as I stepped toward him—toward the boy who had haunted my dreams, lived in the hollow spaces of my soul, and burned in the back of my mind even when I couldn’t remember why. Thorold. He stood tall, wrapped in leather armor laced with symbols I didn’t recognize. His shoulders were broad, his eyes sharp like the edge of the moon. There was something wild and ancient about him, something that didn’t belong to this world entirely.

Rogers spoke into his wrist and was almost immediately joined by another agent as the group entered the locker room. “Hey, Celt,” Taz asked quietly. “When did I get engaged?” “About four minutes ago.” Celt replied with a grin. “It worked.” “I think I had more to do with that.” Rogers countered as he and the other agent checked the locker room. Twenty minutes later, she wore her skin tight long-sleeve shirt and coordinating shorts. The shirt had a picture that Ink had drawn out of a devil with rainbow colored hair. Her last name was emblazoned above the devil on the back and Taz was written across the front with the T having devil horns and a tail on the Z. Around the bottom of the shirt, in

I head to the hall once I’m done bathing and fitting myself into a chocolate brown ankle-length vertically pleated skirt, and a cream-colored crocheted turtleneck. Catching the disobedient tendrils of my hair into a ponytail along my way there, I see someone else appearing up front. Zorien glances my way, his onyx hair dripping onto his shoulders and dampening the ashen sweatshirt he’s wearing. I stop in my tracks, adjusting the strap of my left sandal as I brush it against my right ankle. He turns to face my way properly, guarded look picking up from my feet and climbing up steadily until they capture mine tightly. The corner of his lips makes a twinge movement to sew up a smirk. “What is t

Dave had a habit of reading in the morning and was likely studying in the park two blocks away. Lina went to the porch and realized that Zuko was not there either. She was wondering when she heard footsteps behind her. She turned her head and saw Zuko, wearing a T-shirt and shorts, walk toward her. It seemed like he had just finished exercising, his chiseled face exuding a hint of firmness and his well-built figure embraced by the morning light. The T-shirt that was damp with sweat clung to his body, outlining a perfect inverted triangle physique. Lina's gaze inadvertently fell on his chest.

For a split second, Zara hesitated. Then she followed him down the hallway. Rosey trailed behind, silent, her heart pounding in her ears. Adrian opened his wardrobe wide. “Go ahead,” he said, stepping aside. Zara began checking the shirts one by one. White. Blue. Striped. Dark grey. Every single one had its buttons intact. And not only that they were all different designs. She slowed down. Her brows furrowed. Did he change brands? she wondered. But she was certain.

ZARA I walked between the trees along the river. Feeling the pull gets stronger, and the scent of eucalyptus and cedar wood gets stronger too. I hear the sound of someone moving around in the water. Hiding behind a tree, I see the back of a strong body with tattoos. My breathing goes up a little, and I feel drawn to this unknown guy. I try to move a little closer but accidentally step on some branches and can see his shoulders go tense. But then the wind changed, and it came from behind me towards the guy in the river, making me gasp. I watch how his shoulders relax again, and then he slowly turns, and I am met with the blue-green eyes I saw in my dream.