A Forbidden Love: The Lycan Prince Hybrid Mate

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ed my living room and collapsed onto the worn, velvet sofa, feeli

tired of my life problems. I let my head fall back and stared at the ceiling, noticing

, my hair sticking to my forehead from the heat outside. I

onsense today, I will pack my bag and

our stuff. What's wrong, why the complaint, did you meet a frustrating person again in today's

d the worst interview ever. The guy was so frustrating and with the ridiculous quest

no, what happened? Hope you d

le on my lips. "No I didn't punc

ust you girl. So how did

just seemed to be looking for ways to trip me

re you'll find a better job. You deserve

ot to me, you know, what can I do without you girl. I'm hungry, is there

e, babe. I have already cooked, should I go

d, without feeling any

e and likes to be alone but Isabella is the opposite of me. She is popular and always defends me. I really love her. She is th

g warm settled in my chest. Most people only see the bright, loud, prett

rld off my shoulders, as if she could sense t

bly one lost, quiet girl buried under anxiety, job rejections,

it big, I will buy you

car. A house is too expensiv

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he pasta wafting through the air, making my stomac

with a table in front which looked li

looking for a job," Isabella asked

sing through me. "Yes I need

se of comfort. This was my safe space, with Isab

my brain without having to stress myself or looking at the face of those stupid interview

s for most of my novels. If you are a writer, you would have gone far and be a top author but

hs ago and started my job hunting 2 months ago after I did not receive any mails from the compa

f waking up, going to class, and coming back home which was suffocating. All I ever wanted

next day. I hope to receive a response from one or two and I will choose the best.

t have a choice, I need the job. Searching for a job is not easy but a baddie is gon

shut up, I wondered why everything had to be so hard for me. Why nothing

ning I to

." Every night, reali

outside, but they didn't know the quiet panic that lived i

asking fo

asking fo

nce to prove myself

ranged everywhere because I scattered it before going out this morning. I made sure every place wa

s writing now and can't be distracted and disturbed or the inspiration will fly o

shed over me, the one that always came before disappointment. The one that whispered. "

rs and "Hot sales now!" messages. Companies lov

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and my chest migh

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