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I yelled, and began to happily dance in my seat. “Turn the music up, let's do it! Come on people let’s get loud,” I sang at the top of my lungs. This song was one of my anthems, it pumped me up big time. When I’m feeling good and in my element, nobody can tell me shit. “Let the music make you free, be what you want to be, make no excuses,” I sang. I felt Fanny’s mood shift. *No excuses! Let’s get loooooud,* Fanny said, and she flashed me an image of her swaying her hips.

Chapter 3: Twelve Years Ago The bass from the cheap speakers vibrated through the crowded basement. Twelve years ago, nineteen years old Noah had felt completely out of place. He was skinny, shy, with messy dark curls falling into his eyes and glasses constantly sliding down his nose. He held onto his red plastic cup tightly, wishing he could just blend into the wall. He never liked parties. They were too loud, with too many people and was too easy to get picked on. “Hey, four-eyes! You gonna drink that or just stand there like a fucking loser?”

"You brought a disabled girl to my club. Does this look like an NGO to you? Or did I suddenly become Mother Teresa?" Sandra glared at Uncle Freddy, her voice dripping with disdain. "Not what I think?" she huffed, in mock surprise. "You brought your deaf and dumb mute to my club like it was some charity. You owe me money, Freddy, and you promised a girl in exchange." Uncle Freddy shifted uncomfortably. "And I brought you a girl."

He roamed his eyes towards Oliver’s disheveled look, a small mocking smile forming on his lips. “You look…..ravishing. The high and mighty smart beta was outsmarted by the likes of me, but... After all, I am so intelligent that I fooled you, even the strong and powerful Alpha Lester Fangs was helpless while he lied on his deathbed, awake, but never moving or saying anything.” his dark eyes narrowed as he had the urge to pull the man and smack his head on the ground if it wasn’t for the silver railings. Since when did they have this inside the pack’s territory?

"You've never made me feel the way food does." Connor smirked, leaning in every so slightly. "You've never had me in your mouth, babe." I slapped him, not too hard, but enough for him to get the point. "Too much?" I laughed while nodding my head. "Not only was it disgusting, it was also cringe-worthy." He shook his head, "Sorry, I'm working on it." **** At the time we normally have our free period at the end of the day, there was the homecoming pep rally going on.

Sweat streamed from his scalp, pooling in the folds of his neck, staining what Easy knew to be his only good shirt. Easy turned away from Freddie, focusing all his attention on his empty scotch. “Why you set yo’ sights so high, my man?” Fat Freddie continued. He never could take a hint. “There’s plenty o’ girls willing for not a lot o’ coin. You can get seconds. Or fifths.” Easy Street shook his head. “Not my scene, man. You dig?” “I’ve got some top-dog giggle-smokes, man. C’mon outside for a minute,” replied Freddie.

he said mocking me, they knew the meaning of it. They knew I was a Muslim. They knew it was a necessity. Yet, they did this. I fell to the ground my long honey hair falling from the bun. I tried to yank the scarf from his feet, but I couldn't. Many took off there phones recording the whole thing. While I was numb. I deceived my god. everyone saw me and my hair. everyone was laughing when I finally succeed to pull the scarf away from his feet, it dirty stained with dirt. I pulled on my head, standing only to look at Tania, a smug look on her face.

I was savoring the taste while having a good companion to go with it. "But seriously Lori, since you know I'm rich it means that you can maintain your lifestyle. I'll support you. That's me being your sugar daddy, in return of your companion." I laughed hearing his words. "Sorry it's one thing hearing Adriana said Sugar Daddy, but hearing you stating so, it's like a kink you know. Mm...do you have a kink that I should know about?" My face paled, making him laughed hard at me. There were some glances, that were thrown at us. He said that he haven't laughed this loud in years.

"Keep preparing. Save who we can. Hope some people start taking me seriously." Her phone buzzed. Marcus Hart. *I heard about your FBI interview. Interesting prediction about January 8th. I assume you're equally certain about February 14th. My offer stands. Hart resources for shelter space. I need an answer today. Time is running out. - M* Jessica: *Maya, please consider Marcus's offer. I know you hate my family, but we can help. And we deserve to survive too.* Unknown number: *The FBI is watching you now. Marcus is pressuring you. Vanessa is compromised. 46 days until the apocalypse. You're running out of time and allies. Choose wisely who you trust.*

Raven promised to give them as much time as needed and not force anything. Raven walked over to Lonan. "This is Freya, a spoiled little girl who will be a handful when she grows up. And that is Alrix—a boy, I'm sure, will be as handsome as I am." Gia responded to the introduction with a snort. Besides swearing, narcissism might be another prominent trait of Raven. "You look happy... pleased," Lonan murmured as he looked at Freya, who was also staring at him. Watching Freya's inquisitive eyes studying him, a smile slowly spread across Lonan's lips.