ManyWriters

  1 "Thalia Silverfang, has someone mistreated you?" My sibling's inquiry carried a hint of worry as he paused during our phone conversation. He must have detected something in my voice, but I tried to appear nonchalant. I put on a false cheerful expression, despite the anger threatening to overwhelm me. "No, everything's fine. I've just come to a conclusion—if marriage is inevitable, does the identity of my spouse really matter?" "Are you certain?" He persisted, his unease growing. "Thalia, if there's a problem, you can confide in me. What's behind this sudden eagerness to wed? You seemed reluctant before." Naturally

Love's Cruel Substitute, A Wolf's Heartbreak

My dad had shared everything about him—his accomplishments, relatives, and even snapshots. Yet, seeing him in person, he appeared different from the cheerful, easygoing wolf I'd observed in those images. The individual standing before me now, with his grave expression and reddened face, seemed older, more grown-up, and undeniably handsome.


"Are you alright?" I inquired, returning his wallet to his pocket while observing him intently.


He was tall and slender, his stature so imposing that I barely reached his chin even when he looked this frail. His light complexion and defined features, a mix of Eastern and Western grace, gave him an unusual allure. Even his rugged appearance, likely from weariness, couldn't conceal his attractiveness.


"No, I've just been tricked," he grumbled, his voice harsh and filled with resentment.


"Tricked?" I halted mid-step as I assisted him towards the bed. "What do you mean?"


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