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Leanna

COMPLETED [Mature Content] My life has no meaning. I'm forty years old, a middle age woman. Some say I have a fulfilling life, an architect with a high salary, a one-bedroom condo unit and a face that, although not the most beautiful, certainly warrants a second look. The only thing people criticize about me is the emptiness of my ring finger. I'm not married and don't have a family of my own. I don't feel anything about it. I don't need a man in my life, and I hate kids. The only thing I regretted was how I lived my life. Half of it wasted in school and the other half wasted in work. Before I knew it, I'm already old and at my deaths bed - alone and dying. THEN I WOKE UP FROM THE DREAM. ---- Read my other works: I am the Queen (FL) Genre: Fiction, Mature, Modern Romance, StrongFL, RichFL, PoorML, ColdML Realm Wars (ML) Genre: Epic Fantasy, Action, Adventure, Mature, R18, Romance, RPGelements, GAMEelements, OPmc Angels, Demons, Sprites, Elves, Beastmen Generation of Heroes (ML) Genre: Action, Adventure, Epic Fantasy, Friendship, Magic, Beasts, Game Elements, Multiple Leads, OPmc, Romance, War, Military Trinity the Last White Witch (FL) Genre: Werewolf, Vampires, Witches, Fantasy, R18, Mature, ColdML, StrongFL ---- Stalk me here: Facebook, Instagram, Twitter: MiuNovels ---- Donate for my Milk Addiction: PayPal: Miu.2017@yahoo.com

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[Scheming] [Sulking]

[Scheming]

We stood near the shore, waiting for Cain to make his way towards us.

The cold man remained expressionless as he strode in our direction. But the frostiness in his eyes intensified as he shot a glare at the little puff of fur in my arms.

Sensing danger, Little Pluffy shivered and snuggled against me for protection as he whimpered. I threw a pointed look at Cain and hugged the little shivering furball closer to me.

Cain shook his head a little. His expression said he was regretting buying the little pup. He made his way towards us and gently patted my head while he shot another glare at the little furball.

"Let's go," he said, and held my hand, leading me into the tent.

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"We are very sorry, Mrs. Goldwood, but Mr. Fay is not here," said the concierge lady, trying her hardest to be polite with her tone.