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'' 27 ''
" I'm coming with you," Fleurie said with
a determined look on her face.The kings of the fae's kingdom have already marched to the battlefield, Tsillah and her army have broken into their kingdom, Xuan is using his abilities to slow them down and to prevent them from coming close to the mansion.
" No, Graysen said with a growl.
" And why is that?! " Fleurie glared at him angrily.
" You cannot shift Fleurie "He placed his hand on her shoulders and shook her slightly.
" So? we have trained with Ryan and the witches, I can do it "She argued.
The kingdom is in chaos, children and women are heading to the bunkers and warriors are wearing the new armours that suited their wolves as well to protect them.
" I don't want you to get hurt Fleurie " he sighed and the frown is upon his face.
" I won't, I promise " Fleurie sighed and her soft palm on his cheek.
" ok, wear your armour, quickly" He rushed her over to the newly mad
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I know that in the beginning, you will like it's a shitty story, but please trust me it gets more exciting and better throughout. ________________________________________________________________________ Hello, my name is Fleurie, I am eighteen years old, and I live an awful life. Life was good for me until that storm came, the storm that smashed up my life. It was difficult to watch my mother slowly fade away as she battled breast cancer, I watched her struggle with the disease, and it was hard to believe she wasn't going to make it. It was only a matter of time before that monster won. The experience left me with many unresolved issues, as well as a sense of regret that I could have done more, that I could have done something; at the very least, I could have said goodbye. I Remember. In my memory, I remember her sitting at the piano, fingers tapping rhythmically, patiently listening to her students' rattles. Her love of the sea is something I remember. Sunflowers were her favo
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Fleurie's point of view: "GET DOWN AND MAKE MY BREAKFAST, YOU WHORE!" I don't think that's how most people wake up. The scumbag here is dumping hot water on you as my flesh is peeling off my body. My alarm may have broken, and guess who broke it, CORRECT, the scumbag who calls himself a father. This scumbag here wouldn't allow me to call him dad, but he did want me to address him as "sir" when he first started, and he didn't stop until I quit talking. I did not have a really pleasant or enjoyable childhood or youth. I get up so quickly that the ache spreads throughout my entire body. I went to the bathroom, peeled off my wet clothing along with my peeled skin, and sat in the warm water. My muscles began to relax. I'm using my eucalyptus mint shower gel to wash my body and my peeling skin. I took a step outside, brushing the steam off the mirror. Blue bruises beneath my eyes, wounds on my nose and under my chin, and bruises and cuts all over my arms. Dark dirty blonde hair that
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Fleurie's point of view: I take a deep breath and hold one of my thin hands to my chest, soothing my heartbeat. I cautiously pushed the classroom door open. My gaze was drawn to penetrating dark brown eyes. He was smiling at me, and he was wearing a white shirt with his toned abs visible through it. I can't take my gaze away from his eyes as they evoke so many unknown emotions in me. They are breathtaking. Unlike mine, his dark hair appears silky, smooth, and healthy. My heart is racing as though I've been running for eternity. When someone cleared his throat, I jolted out of my daze. The teacher had brown hair, glasses that dangle on the tip of his nose, and blue eyes; he grinned and questioned. "You must be a new student, correct? Fleurie?" I confirmed with a nod. "My name is Mr Helton," he replied with a phoney smile. " The seat beside Marisa is empty, can you raise your hand?" He said as a pretty girl with blonde hair and blue eyes smiled at me as she extended her hand. The
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Graysen's point of view: I kept hitting my head against the wooden desk. I'm frustrated since I can't seem to find my mate. Perhaps she was a Dinosaur that went extinct ages ago. My beta found his mate, my friends found theirs, and even my dumb little sister got hers; she isn't here since she moved to England with him because he is the Moonstone pack beta. "Dude, you'll slit your skull before you even find your mate," Bryce, my lifelong Bestfriend said, who also found his mate during MY sixteenth birthday party. "see, maybe some horrible dummy monster is keeping her from me, or maybe she isn't born, and if she isn't, she will reject me because I am an old guy wi-"I voiced my concerns. "She's somewhere out there, someplace in this world, waiting for her handsome prince, now move your buttocks, we've got school." "I'm your Al-" I started but he interrupted. "Sure, yeah, you're my Alpha" I am the Bloodlust pack's alpha. After I became eighteen, my father bestowed the title upon m
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