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

The nightclub throbbed with flashing lights and thumping rhythms that reverberated through the ground. I entered behind Calix, keeping my stride steady. Blake trailed close behind, his wig perfectly coiffed and his fake eyelashes fluttering oddly with each blink. We dispersed as planned, but Blake and I remained together, our heels tapping on the glossy floor as we approached the bar.


Blake leaned in and murmured, "Stick with me. We need to blend in."


"Understood," I responded, adjusting my attire.


Daniel's voice crackled through my earpiece, quiet but authoritative. "Take a seat at the bar and stay there. No alcohol, no drawing attention. Juice only, clear?"


"Understood," Blake muttered softly as we reached the counter.


The bartender approached with a sly grin, but I interrupted before he could speak. "Orange juice for both of us," I said, gesturing toward Blake.


"Right away," the bartender replied with a smirk.


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