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 chest felt like it would explode as my heart raced, while the guard's light swept through our vehicle.


"Documents, now," the guard demanded, his tone harsh and commanding.


Daniel remained composed, reaching across to the glove box to retrieve a set of neatly folded papers. "Here you are, sir," he said calmly.


I tried to keep a blank expression, gripping my hands tightly as the guard examined the documents. Each moment seemed to stretch on forever.


The guard looked closely at the papers, then back at Daniel. "So you're Andrew Grant?"


"That's correct," Daniel replied with a slight grin. "Just taking the crew out for some fishing. It'll be a long night."


The guard eyed the rest of us, his gaze lingering on me a bit too long for comfort. I fought the urge to avert my eyes, maintaining a neutral look.


At last, after what seemed like an eternity, he nodded and returned the papers. "You're good to go. Next time, have everything ready before you reach the checkpoint."


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