Novel & Cerita Baca

𝙰𝚌𝚎 𝙰𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛 7 years old. The brown-haired boy stood there looking at the woman helping her kids choose the toys they wanted. Ace didn't get help from her, he's shy, anxious that she's going to return the ten dollars teddy bear that he brought. His soft small hand clenched the ear of the brown teddy bear, he pouted and with a shaking body, he approached his mother.

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I raised my head when my scalp ached from her hair pulling “Listen, although you have hurt me with your last comment, I think it was all a mistake...” I nodded feeling that my chest burned at her words, for her maybe it had been a mistake. “Alex!” I looked back at her, noticing that she was waving some papers in my face. “What's that?” I asked confused. "This,” she smiled handing me what I now saw were echoes. "This is your baby,” she murmured. “What?” In shock, I saw the images in her hands.

Fix all the broken things around the pack lands and removing all the rubble and broken trees. More importantly we spent it helping the families that had lost someone and supporting those that had lost their mate as that was one of the hardest things to ever having to deal with, literally loosing the other part of your soul, no one could ever fully recover from that and most chose not to stay in this world.

Building the foundation of something that felt genuinely sustainable. The leather of the couch was cool against my back, but everything else in the room was burning. Eli was a heavy, solid weight pressing me down into the cushions, his hands framing my face like I was the only thing in the world that mattered. I could feel the ragged rhythm of his breathing against my neck, a hot, steady pulse that matched the frantic drumming in my own chest. "You have no idea," he rasped, his voice vibrating deep in his throat. He pulled back just enough to look me in the eye, and the intensity there was staggering—a mix of raw hunger and something so fiercely protective it made my breath hitch.

Leo squeezes my hand. “Anything you wan Noves”

Because people like to analyze, give a lot of reasons, and never do any practical actions. At home, after everyone finished eating and cleaning. They pulled each other to the bamboo chair in the yard, drank tea, and talked together. The old men cut the bamboo trees into slight pieces, the old women used those slight pieces of bamboo to weave the baskets and the other family things. They are the true artists, they don’t need to look, keep talking and their hands work quickly. But everything is so beautiful. While the children play around such as: play chess, hide and seek… Some of them lie on the mat reading books.