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Phoebe leaned forward, whimpering as a sharp pain pierced her chest. Her book fell to the ground as she hugged herself and a burning sensation spread to her extremities. | ‘Mate! Mate is here!’ Jason turned into the breeze and watched as a petite she-wolf stepped onto the patio. She was rather pale for a werewolf, but her hair was a mane of rich, walnut brown. Her clothing was simple: turtleneck, denim jacket and jeans that hugged her small frame and teased him with what lay underneath. But it was her eyes that captivated him. Her gaze shimmered silver in the moonlight like captured slivers of the moon itself. Jason broke into a sweat, his hands went clammy and his throat constricted at the vision in front of him. After a decade of searching, he finally found her. And she was perfect. Lobo practically bounced off the walls of his mind. Their mate was here! “Miss Phoebe!” an excited squeal erupted from the crowd as several pups emerged from the crowd. They ran up his mate like moths drawn to a flame. A dazzling smile warmed her face as she knelt embracing the first little she-wolf who reached her. They rubbed noses in a familiar gesture usually reserved for mates or between mothers and their pups. Another she-wolf approached carrying a two-year-old, handing off the pup to the silver-eyed beauty. She accepted the pup without hesitation. The pup didn’t show the least amount of stress as its mother gave it to another. It was clear the pup was used to these handoffs and contentedly clung to the she-wolf who tenderly nuzzled him. Chapter 5 Phoebe. Her name is Phoebe. ‘Yes! Phoebe!’ Lobo happily whined, eager to learn the name of her wolf. “I thought I told you I didn’t want to see these heathens while we had guests,” Kristie snapped as she neared Phoebe surrounded by pups. Phoebe bowed her head, “Sorry Luna. It won’t happen again.” “It better not. I won’t have our guests’ night ruined by these spawn.” “Of course, Luna. Come along pups,” Phoebe herded the little ones inside the packhouse. “Jace? You okay?” Jason’s hair bristled as he tried to calm his wolf, ‘Easy.’ ‘How dare she talk to Mate like that! I’ll rip her throat out!’ Lobo growled. ‘Easy, let’s be smart about this.’ Jason frowned. It wasn’t right for his mate to bow to any wolf, Luna or no. Kristie’s attitude had been rubbing him the wrong way since his arrival and now he had a hard time controlling his disgust. Jason never heard of a Luna who hated pups or treated them with such contempt, chosen or not. As his mate disappeared inside, Jason struggled to suppress his urge to follow. He searched for her for so long he wanted to keep her within his sight at all times. But he was the guest of honor and could hardly leave without drawing notice. He had to handle this situation carefully. Alphas were very protective of their territory and there was protocol to follow for a wolf to transfer packs, though no one would prevent an alpha from claiming his rightful mate. ‘Mate come home with us!’ Lobo growled. “Jace! What’s wrong?” Luke’s voice finally cut in. “My mate. That was her.” “You mean the one who took the pups inside?” “Phoebe. Her name is Phoebe.” “What do you want to do?” “Go inside and watch her for me, please.” “Sure. Don’t worry. She’ll be safe.” “Keep me updated. I want to know everything.” “Yeah, yeah. It’ll be like you were there yourself.” Jason suppressed a growl. He wanted nothing more than to be at her side, but something told him not to reveal his hand too soon. There was something off about them that went beyond simple, chosen mates. “What was that about?” Jason casually asked as Kristie returned. “Oh nothing. Just a little trouble with the staff,” she smiled. “Staff?” “Yeah, poor wolfless Phoebe. Minding those little heathens is all she is good for.” Jason raised an eyebrow, looking at Graham for insight as the latter downed the rest of his beer. With a belch, Graham set down the now empty bottle with the others before demanding another from the nearest pack member. A new bottle soon replaced the last and he didn’t hesitate to drink deeply from it despite the fact his wolf had to be suffering. Jason warily eyed his hosts. Something was very, very wrong with these two. * * * While Jason was too prominent a figure to slip away, Luke had no such issue, quietly returning to the packhouse. Entering the dining hall, the echoes of laughter directed him to a small room off from the kitchen. This room, unlike the dining hall, was plastered with the children’s artwork and educational posters from their lessons. It made the room cozy, unlike the sterile atmosphere of the larger room. The same sense of unease that made Jason wary of their hosts also piqued Luke’s mind. Packs thrived on their pups, which were literally their future. It was unnatural to hide them away like some dirty secret. Not wanting to disturb the group, Luke stood near the door, out of sight, peeking around the corner to observe his pack’s Luna. She was average height, standing only a little over five feet, but more concerning was the fact she seemed thin. Luke didn’t recall seeing her at lunch and now he wondered if she was getting proper meals. Wolves tended to have a higher metabolism than humans, so it was important they consumed enough calories or else they would rapidly lose condition, especially if they shifted often. She also seemed paler than normal, though she could also have a naturally lighter complexion. Luke knew wolves from certain parts of Europe and the east coast tended to be paler than those on the west. Her hair was a mane of rich chestnut with a healthy sheen and her smile was warm, causing her eyes to shimmer from gray to silver. It could also be her wolf hovering close to the surface, though he never heard of a wolf with silver eyes, most had brown or amber. The pups quickly took their seats at a long table laden with colorful paper, glitter glue, markers, sequins, buttons and string. In front of the younger pups, the paper had been cut into star shapes with rows of plastic bins full of different craft supplies so they could color and decorate their stars as they wished. The older pups were given plain, paper squares. Once they were seated, Phoebe demonstrated how to fold the paper square into an origami star once they finished decorating it. The older pups colored their paper, folded it and, if they chose, Phoebe sprayed the finished project with adhesive and they sprinkled glitter over it for the final touch. Attaching strings to the finished projects, Phoebe climbed up on a step stool to hang the stars from the ceiling, much to the pups’ delight. When they were done, they cleaned up their project table before pushing it to the wall. Once it was out of the way, Phoebe brought out her final surprise, a bucket. She placed a light in the bottom before setting it on the ground. Over the bucket she added a paper fire, effectively making a faux campfire. The pups giggled, gathering around it as if it was real, holding branches with paper marshmallows and hotdogs on the end. “Excuse us.” Luke jerked back, allowing the kitchen omegas to enter, bearing plates laden with real hotdogs, salads, coleslaw and other goodies from dinner. The pups squealed delight using the ketchup, mustard, relish and other condiments on their hotdogs. Each was given a soda and they happily ate their dinner around the pretend campfire. Luke’s stomach complained about its own empty state. He stepped into the kitchen and helped himself to the sides lining the center counter. Outside, he knew there were barbeque ribs and steak along with burgers and hotdogs, but he didn’t mind missing out as he watched over his pack’s Luna, keeping Jason informed about her activities. Slowly, he became aware he had an audience. Luke turned to see one of the cooks warily watching him. The she-wolf studying him was an omega, but well within her prime, giving her an aura of experience and elevating her status somewhat even toward a beta like him. Luke gave her a respectful nod. She pressed her lips together before asking, “Just what do you want from her? She doesn’t like playing games, especially the ones you want to play.” Luke grimaced at her candor before turning his head to show his mark. He thought the gesture would be enough, but she wasn’t impressed. “I’m just confused,” Luke finally said. Maybe he could glean some information from this she-wolf, “why are the pups in here and not outside?” “Because our Luna doesn’t like pups. She thinks they get in the way.” “But pups are a pack’s future.” “Not according to her.” Luke frowned. Alpha Graham was still young by werewolf standards, so there was no reason for him to feel rushed into securing a mate. He didn’t have to wait as long as Jason, but certainly he could have given it a little time. “Phoebe takes care of those pups like she was their mother,” the omega continued. “She’s sweet and gentle, so I won’t tolerate no playing around with her.” “I promise you, I have no intentions of doing that.” The cook watched him a moment longer before returning to her duties. Luke hesitated, but slowly sidled back to the door as the pups finished their supper. “Miss Phoebe! Tell us a story!” “Yeah! Story time!” Phoebe chuckled as she gently cleaned the two-year-old’s face, “And what kind of story would you like?” “An adventure story!” “A story about kids like us! Adults are boring.” “A scary story!” “Oh my, that’s a tall order,” Phoebe laughed. “Let’s see…how about Treasure Island? I haven’t told you that one yet, have I?” “What’s it about?” “Well, it’s about a treasure hunt.” The pups shared dubious looks. “It has adventure on the high seas, about a young boy just your ages…and it has scary pirates!” “Okay!” Phoebe chuckled, urging them to settle down. When all were comfortable she started, “Once upon a time in a small English town…” * * * Jason struggled to keep his revulsion in check as Graham continued to drink heavily. Kristie flashed him flirty smiles and tried to play footsie under the table. The only thing keeping his wolf under control was Luke’s running commentary of his mate’s activities. Jason could almost picture the scene as she and the pups crafted their stars then pretended to camp around their campfire. By the time she related the plot of Treasure Island Lobo was practically swooning. ‘Mate is amazing!’ ‘Agreed.’ Jason sighed, looking out across the patio with a relaxed smile. Her scent still lingered in his nostrils. What he wouldn’t give to trade places with Luke and watch over her himself. A pressure on his leg caused his skin to prickle, bringing him out of his revelry. His eyes shifted to his host where Kristie sat smirking. He could feel her trying to mindlink him, but Jason shut her out, changing position so he was out of her reach. Lobo stirred with a growl. How dare anyone interrupt their fantasies about their mate? As the party wound down, couples began to disperse. Some simply wandered off while others headed to the packhouse. Jason assumed they were retrieving their pups. His suspicions were confirmed as Luke continued giving him updates. The last pups Phoebe escorted to their own room within the packhouse before she departed, leaving through the back door and disappearing into the night. Luke followed at a discrete distance, tracking her to a cottage. Jason was on the edge of his seat as Luke described the single-story structure surrounded by a cozy garden with the woods butted up against it. The windows were dark when she arrived and remained that way as she went directly to bed. Luke prowled the perimeter not picking up any strong scents but hers. It seemed she lived alone. Jason frowned. He certainly didn’t mind the fact his mate was not surrounded by unmated males, but it was unnatural for a she-wolf to live alone. She-wolves generally possessed more gregarious natures than their male counterparts and preferred to live in close proximity with one another. In all likelihood, the cottage was her parents’ home and where Phoebe grew up. The fact she was living alone meant they had already passed. Lobo whimpered in sympathy, upset they hadn’t found their mate sooner and would have been there for her during what was certainly a trying time. But why would his mate live so far from other wolves? Most in her situation would have moved into the packhouse to be closer to other she-wolves, their support and comfort. “Looks like she’s gone to bed,” Luke commented. “What do you want to do?” ‘Go to Mate!’ Lobo immediately demanded. He would give anything to follow through with his instinct, but Jason hesitated. Waking her from slumber by suddenly appearing on her doorstep was sure to be confusing for her. No, he needed to talk to her. They needed time to get to know each other. But… “I don’t like leaving her out there alone so far away from the pack.” “Agreed,” Luke answered. His pack’s Luna needed to be protected at all times. It was an instinct he didn’t dare fight. “What about a guard?” Jason hesitated. Aside from Luke, the rest of his escort were unmated males, a fact that made Lobo bristle. He didn’t doubt the loyalty of his warriors, but he also couldn’t fight his instinct to protect his unmarked mate from interlopers. “What about Cam?” Luke suggested, knowing his thoughts. Cameron was a fierce warrior and a skilled fighter. He was also gay. Unmated or not, he would certainly be no threat to the bond slowly forming between Jason and his mate. “Good. Have Cam meet you.” “Should I tell him why he’ll be guarding a random she-wolf?” “He’s smart. He’ll figure it out on his own. But yeah. Tell him to keep it to himself for now…At least until I can speak with her.” “Got it.” Chapter 6 Jason escaped the party and Kristie’s amorous overtures as soon as he could, retreating to his room. Double locking his door, he hopped in the shower to try to cool his eagerness to see his mate. His arms itched to hold her, caress her. He was dying to bury his nose in her neck and breathe her scent. ‘Mate!’ Lobo growled, pacing in the back of his mind like a caged animal. ‘I know pal,’ Jason sighed. ‘I want to be with her just as much as you do, but we have to be cautious. There’s something wrong with this pack.’ ‘If that Luna touches us again we rip her throat out!’ Lobo snarled. ‘Strange Alpha Graham didn’t react at all,’ Jason suddenly realized something that had been bothering him the whole night. A chosen bond wasn’t as strong as a fated one, but it still connected one’s wolf spirit to another, allowing them to communicate and sense each other. If one member of the pair betrayed the bond, the other would certainly feel it. Though Kristie had only been flirting, her mate should still have felt her intentions and yet Graham hadn’t flinched despite the fact she was sitting next to him. Then again, he had been drinking quite heavily, so perhaps he couldn’t sense his wolf through the haze. Or was he drinking to deliberately suppress his wolf and dull the ache of his mate’s betrayal? Jason couldn’t decide which scenario was more disturbing. In either case, his instinct told him it wasn’t safe to announce his fated mate had been found, at least not until he had a chance to speak with her. The sooner they could get his mate back to the safety of his own pack the better. ‘Yes! Take Mate home!’ ‘We will. We are not leaving without her.’ Lobo growled assent. No matter what, he had to convince Phoebe to leave with him. Nobody could stop him from claiming what was his. Stepping out of the shower, Jason felt more exhausted than when he entered. Quickly drying himself, he laid out in the large bed. Sleep didn’t come easily. His mate was etched in his mind and he saw her as soon as he closed his eyes. He wanted nothing more than to curl up with her in his arms, her warm scent wafting around him and filling his nose. Only with that image firmly in place did he finally manage to fall asleep. * * * The buzzing of his phone woke him the next morning. With a groan, he reached for it, setting it against his ear without looking at the screen before answering, “Yeah?” “Oh, I’m sorry, dear. Did I wake you?” “Mom?” Jason was instantly awake. “Is everything all right?” “Of course. Ben has the pack running like clockwork,” his mother assured him. “But we did have a pretty serious breach.” “What do you mean?” “Rogues breached our southern border. Ben and the warriors drove them out.” “Causalities?” “None on our end. It’s just…” “Just what?” “You know how packs are. They get anxious when their Alpha is away.” “Yeah. Got it loud and clear,” Jason sighed. Since he had no Luna tying the pack together, they relied on him to maintain the pack bonds. While loyalty and trust were powerful, they didn’t quite make up for the natural strength of a Luna’s care and love. “I’m sorry, dear. I know you were counting on this trip.” “It’s all right, mom…I found her.” “…You did? Is she there with you? Can I talk to her? What’s her name? What’s she like?” the questions spilled out of his eager mother like a river. “No, she’s not with me at the moment. I just scented her last night. Her name is Phoebe. Mom, she’s…she’s gorgeous. You should have seen how she interacts with her pack’s pups.” Just the mention of it had Lobo wagging his tail. “Oh, sweetie. She sounds wonderful. I’m so happy for you,” his mother gushed. “But you haven’t spoken to her yet?” “No, not yet. This pack…the Alpha and Luna are…strange.” “What do you mean?” “I’m pretty sure they are chosen mates but their bond…it almost seems, well, repressed,” Jason sighed. He couldn’t think of a better word to describe it. “It’s not like your bond with dad and how strained it became. It’s like they are doing everything they can to deliberately weaken it.” “If that’s true, it means the alpha most likely met his fated mate and rejected her before taking his chosen mate.” “You think so? He had to know it would be risky.” Aside from the advantages of a fated mate, there was another danger when it came to rejecting them and that was the possibility of losing one’s wolf entirely. Their wolf spirits hungered for their fated mates. If their human counterpart rejected that mate, it could drive their wolf insane. Their spirits became unpredictable or depressed, refusing to even communicate with their human half. Sometimes they completely lost the ability to shift. Other times they went feral and became a crazed rogue. For an alpha, the risks were far too great. Why take such a gamble? Just what was the Rimrock Alpha thinking when he rejected his mate for another? “You’re right to be cautious,” his mother intoned. “If he finds out your fated mate is a member of his pack, it could send his wolf over the edge. There’s no telling how it will react.” ‘Must protect Mate!’ Lobo growled. “Cam guarded her place last night,” Jason said. “I’ll talk to her today and wrap up my visit as soon as I can.” “Take your time and don’t rush the bond. Your mate deserves some romance before you sweep her away. Once I tell the pack you’ve found your Luna, they’ll settle down and prepare to welcome her.” Jason grimaced. His pack had been waiting over thirty years for their Luna. Though his parents were fated mates, their pairing had been strained by his father’s previous indiscretions and his mother was never able to properly bond with the pack. Perhaps that was why it was so easy for Jason to assume control even though his father was still in his prime. Jason had taken over his pack when he was twenty-one. He had been through warrior training and alpha training since he was twelve, but he was hardly ready for such responsibility. His father tried to deny it, but there was no hiding how even his wolf bowed to his son. Once Jason turned eighteen, his father finally accepted the truth and started preparing to officially hand over control of the pack. For years, Jason managed his pack on his own, building their confidence and loyalty in stages until they were united under his leadership. Their bonds were strong but still lacking. The final piece was finally within his grasp: his Luna. “Good luck, sweetheart,” his mother’s voice broke through his thoughts. “Thanks. I’ll call you later.” “You do that but don’t interrupt your time with your Luna. Use this time to establish and strengthen your bond. When you come back it is certain to be hectic and it will be more difficult to spend time together.” “Right.” “See you soon. And I can’t wait to meet her!” “Bye mom.” Jason hung up the phone. Running a hand through his hair, he headed to the bathroom. His mother said to use this time to establish his bond, but how? He had only given this pack a total of three days for a security assessment, so his schedule was tight, and it would look suspicious if he extended it without reason. After breakfast, he was supposed to evaluate their warriors and observe their training methods. The full schedule hadn’t bothered him at the other packs, but now he realized how little time he had to simply mingle with the rest of the pack. He had to find time to meet his mate and speak with her. Lobo prowled the back of his mind, growling softly. They were both anxious to see their mate again. Which reminded him… “Cam.” “I’m here, Alpha.” “How was last night?” “Uneventful. Luna was up early though. She’s been awake for an hour already.” “Is she…And what is she doing now?” “Right now she’s sitting on her porch swing with a cup of herbal tea reading. I can’t see the book title from here though. Should I get closer?” “No. Don’t disturb her. I suppose she’ll head to breakfast soon.” “I don’t think so, Alpha. I smelled eggs and bacon earlier, so I’m pretty sure she made her own.” Jason frowned. Made her own? It certainly wasn’t out of the ordinary for wolves to enjoy a private meal from time to time, especially if they lived away from the packhouse. However, wolves were social by nature. So far, the only ones his Luna spent time with were the pack’s pups. He wondered why. Not to mention her scent in the packhouse was virtually non-existent. It seemed she avoided it as much as possible, but why would she do that? Wolves were not solitary by nature. Lobo whimpered at the thought of their mate being lonely. They should be with her. “All right, Cam. Keep watch. I’ll send Luke to relieve you so you can eat.” “Actually, if you just send him out with food I’ll be fine.” “Are you sure?” “Yeah, I already know my mate isn’t here and after last night’s party I got a sense my kind wasn’t appreciated.” Jason grimaced. Wolves generally didn’t hold the same prejudices as humans when it came to sexual orientation. Wolves judged others by their aura and ability rather than their bed partners, but some younger packs did harbor such views, especially if they associated closely with human settlements. Such prejudice made it difficult for wolves like Cam, though he was more than capable of putting others in their place. For those who lacked pack status or physical strength to defend themselves, staying with their pack could be impossible, and sometimes they were even driven out, forced to become rogues, which was truly cruel. Packs like Blue Moon worked to help such wolves transfer to other packs. In the day and age of computers and the internet, helping wolves forced out by such circumstances was even easier. In fact, the Strawberry Moon Pack in California made helping such wolves its mission, establishing a network of safe havens ensuring they could find a permanent home and their mates. Though Cam probably never thought about it, visiting the Rimrock Pack was a stark reminder he was lucky to be born in a pack like Blue Moon. “Very well, I’ll let Luke know. Keep an eye on her.” “Of course, Alpha. No one will harm our Luna.” Jason’s lips twitched with a smile. It warmed him to know his pack members were already showing loyalty to their Luna when he hadn’t even spoken to her yet. As his mother said, she would be welcomed with open arms once he took her home. Lobo bristled with pride. Jason dressed and was ready by the time Luke knocked on his door. “How’d you sleep?” Luke asked with a smirk. Jason growled warning. His Beta was trying to lighten the mood, but it wasn’t helping. Questions had run through his mind all night and the urge to hold his mate wracked his every thought. He didn’t like she was so far away from the safety of the packhouse. One thing he knew for certain: he could not spend another night without her. “Okay, bad joke,” Luke held up his hands in surrender. He was; in fact, impressed by Jason’s self-control. When Luke first scented his mate he couldn’t keep his hands to himself. All night long he held his mate close, nuzzling her, kissing her and rubbing his scent over her before they mated and marked each other that very night, leaving the party early. “My mother called,” Jason said. “What happened?” Luke asked, immediately on edge. “There was a breach. No casualties, but the pack is getting anxious.” “Without their Alpha present I can understand why,” Luke nodded. Even with Ben, Jason’s sister and mother present, the pack would still be anxious without their Alpha, especially with no Luna to keep them calm. “So…what do you want to do?” “I’m canceling the rest of the tour,” Jason said. “The one I’ve been looking for is here, so there is no need to continue with the charade. And the pack needs me home. Mom said not to rush, but I plan to head back as soon as possible.” Luke nodded. Jason took the safety of his pack very seriously. It didn’t surprise him they would drop the rest of their schedule. But he also knew Jason was anxious since he hadn’t even had a conversation with his Luna yet. Somehow he had to introduce himself and convince her to leave her home to go with him. An Alpha could not live without his mate. Normally, if a newly mated pair came from different packs, they would discuss which pack they wanted to join. But in this case there could be no discussion. Jason couldn’t simply stop being Alpha. 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🔞Attention! Do not read in public！👉 | My husband Killian arrived late after my grandmother's funeral because he needed to be there for his first love. He looked like he ran in his wolf form. His hair is a mess, and his tie is not even tied properly. He was breathing so fast that he couldn’t even speak. My face turned blank as I locked gazes with him. “Astrid, I couldn’t leave early because I had something I needed to take care of.” My fists balled up at my sides as I narrowed my eyes at him. “Was there anything else more important than to be on your mate’s side at the time that she needed you the most?” I shot back at him. His eyes met mine and for a fleeting moment, a shadow of remorse flickered across his gaze “If only you hadn’t stopped me that night, I would have still met my grandma while she was still alive.” Killian’s grip on the bouquet tightened when he heard my words. “I had no idea I—“ “I kept telling you that my grandmother needed me!” I yelled, interrupting him from his words. “All you cared about is Giselle who is pre9nant with your child.” I blurted out finally releasing all the emotions that I have buried down long enough. Killian could not say a word. My heart which has always been heavy, felt lighter than it was after I finally told him the things that I’ve been wanting to tell him. I glanced at him in surprise when he suddenly crouched down and placed the bouquet of flowers that he brought on the ground where my grandmother had just been buried. “I only came here to pay my respects to your grandmother. I’m sorry if I was late, that was out of my control,” Killian replied like he didn’t just hear the rest of the words that I said. My breath turned shallow and my heart burned more in anger at his heartlessness. Unable to control myself anymore, I picked up the flowers and thrashed them on Killian until the flowers were all shredded into pieces. “You are here to pay respect?!” I screamed at him. I threw what was left of the flowers to the ground. “I’m tired of this. If you can’t give me respect, I should at least give myself some respect,” I spoke in a weak voice as I collected myself together. “Let’s just stop this joke and get a divorce,” I spoke firmly, looking at Killian directly in his eyes. | LEARN_MORE | https://wwwedb.com/market/goodnovel/1?lpid=16865&u | Galaxy in the Story | https://www.facebook.com/61555427913037/ | 2,249 | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | Learn more | 0 | wwwedb.com | IMAGE | https://wwwedb.com/market/goodnovel/1?lpid=16865&utm_content={{campaign.id}}&adset_name={{adset.name}}&adset_id={{adset.id}}&ad_id={{ad.id}}&ad_name={{ad.name}}&placement={{placement}} | 1969-12-31 18:00 | https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/471510284_1123968585334988_567416444404452472_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=108&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=LFvHbwchPzUQ7kNvgGuJZPU&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&_nc_gid=AOIR2qF3SkMRm_Lp3lpzTOJ&oh=00_AYATrVmXQDkCpL3E462xw3v0WP1kIrt4NlJUZ2TiMrmwGw&oe=679CBF52 | PERSON_PROFILE | 0 | 0 | 0 | Galaxy in the Story | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | View Edit Delete | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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The automated message played after a few rings, leaving her with a lump in her throat, her unvoiced frustrations and sorrow welling up inside her. Bang! With a deafening roar, the explosion abruptly silenced the cold, mechanical voice echoing through the line. Carrie's head snapped upwards, shock painted on her face as she witnessed the apartment she had just exited erupt into flames. Chunks of debris were hurled into the air by the force of the blast, scattering across the sky. Panic engulfed the crowd as survivors, freshly rescued, screamed in terror. They huddled together, seeking solace in each other's arms, their cries piercing the tumultuous scene. In stark contrast, Carrie lay alone on a stretcher, her isolation magnified amidst the chaos. "Kristopher..." Fighting the dread creeping up her spine, Carrie pressed her lips together tightly and dialed her husband's number again, her resolve unwavering. Yet, the call disconnected after a few short rings, leaving her with a haunting silence. Just then, a Twitter notification flickered on her phone screen. The gossip feed was alive with the latest gossip: #LiseNash #MysteriouBoyfriend. According to the tweet, a producer from a well-known variety show had invited the renowned star Lise Nash to a dinner, which had quickly soured when she declined to partake in a toast. This act of defiance had sparked a confrontation, only to be interrupted by Lise's domineering boyfriend. He stormed into the private dining room, dismissing the producer with a dismissive wave and escorting Lise away. The tweet described the scene vividly, painting a picture of a powerful man defending his beloved partner. Yet, perhaps due to his prominence, only the back of the man was visible in the accompanying photos, preserving his anonymity. Meanwhile, Lise, donning an oversized suit jacket, beamed a smile, reaching out to clasp his hand as they departed together. Carrie's eyes were glued to the screen, her stare intense and unblinking as she absorbed the image before her. There he was--Kristopher Norris! The suit jacket draped carelessly over Lise was a dead giveaway. Every piece of clothing Kristopher owned had been meticulously tailored by a master craftsman abroad, a detail Carrie knew all too well. Her grip on her phone tightened, her knuckles blanching to a stark white, as if her very soul were being squeezed by an invisible hand, the pain sharp and acid-like in its intensity. In her most desperate moment, Kristopher had coldly disconnected their call, choosing instead to be at Lise's side. What was the worth of their two-year marriage? The tears she had been holding back now overwhelmed her, streaming down her face. Even as she tilted her head back in a futile attempt to stem the flow, the tears continued to escape. Lise had always been Kristopher's first love, a fact whispered and gossiped about among their circles. The Norris family had never approved of Lise, seeing her ordinary background as unfitting. Forced apart by family pressures, it had been Lise who ended things, but the past, it seemed, was not easily left behind. Kristopher had diligently pursued the leadership of the Norris family, harboring dreams of finally being with Lise. Yet, when he reached his goal, he discovered that Lise had already chosen another. In defiance of his family's expectations and perhaps out of bitterness, Kristopher turned to Carrie, a woman equally devoid of wealth or status, to become Mrs. Norris, thereby blocking any matchmaking attempts by his relatives. At that time, Carrie faced immense pressure from her father, Tristan Campbell, who was pushing her towards a marriage with a playboy, the son of a business associate, to cover her grandmother's steep medical expenses. Both Kristopher and Carrie, driven by their personal motives, consented to a marriage of convenience. Originally set for just one year, their contractual marriage stretched beyond its term, sustained by a shared understanding between them. Over time, Carrie began to believe in the authenticity of their union, never suspecting that it was merely an extension of her hopes. Just moments ago, a fire had nearly claimed Carrie's life. In that critical moment, she reached out to Kristopher, only to be twice rebuffed as he spent his time with Lise. This harsh reality shattered Carrie's illusions, revealing that her perceived transition from pretense to genuine relationship was nothing but a facade maintained by her own desires. Carrie wasn't even a temporary substitute in Kristopher's life but merely a pawn used to spite his family. After a poignant pause, tears welled up in Carrie's eyes, unstoppable and poignant. It might be time for her to release herself from the shackles of her own hopeful delusions--to stop deceiving herself. Chapter 2 Trending Topics The overwhelming number of injuries from the fire was staggering, straining the already frantic doctors and nurses as they tried to provide aid. Carrie had been merely grazed by a splintered clothes rack, which left a deep, jagged wound on her calf. In comparison to the chaos around her, her wounds seemed almost negligible. She managed to get basic care--a brisk cleaning and a quick wrap of bandages--at a local hospital before catching a cab back to her house. Bayview Villa, a grand property under Kristopher's name, was technically their matrimonial residence. Living alone had become the norm for Carrie, as Kristopher was hardly ever around. She had bid farewell to the housekeeper, discovering that her life could be quite adequately maintained with just takeout, deliveries, and the occasional visit from a part-time cleaner. Now, she found herself the sole occupant of the sprawling living room, sinking into the sofa, her gaze drifting across the empty space. The stark, monochrome decor did nothing to imbue warmth into the atmosphere. A chilling realization crept up on her: this vast, elegant space felt more like a colossal tomb, a silent grave for her lost years of youth and a love that had quietly slipped away. In this cold, echoing house, would anyone even notice if her breath ceased one day? Carrie exhaled a weary sigh, her frame heavy as she leaned against the cold wall for support, struggling up the stairs to her bedroom on the second floor. Each step was a battle, sending stabbing pains shooting through her from the surface of her skin down to her aching bones. The house, stark and hollow, echoed even the smallest sounds, magnifying her sense of isolation. It was today, amidst this profound silence, that Carrie truly grasped the all-encompassing nature of her loneliness--it was almost tangible, enveloping her senses with its texture and mournful whispers, tightening around her heart like a vice, producing a dull, relentless ache. Upon reaching the sanctuary of her bedroom, she collapsed onto the bed, the very embodiment of exhaustion, feeling it both physically and spiritually. Just as she surrendered to this weariness, the sharp ring of the phone pierced the silence. "You reached out to me earlier. What do you need?" Kristopher's voice cut through the line, cold and distant as ever. Carrie was caught off guard by his unexpected call. Words failed her as she parted her lips to respond, but before she could collect her thoughts, a soft, feminine voice floated through from the other end. "Kristopher, will you join me to..." A surge of emotions tightened Carrie's grip on the phone, her heart thumping louder with each second. Overwhelmed and unable to contain her rising panic, she demanded, "Who's there with you?" Kristopher gave no answer, merely stating in a flat, disinterested voice, "If there's something you need, let's catch up when I'm back. I have pressing engagements right now, so I must disconnect." He promptly ended the call, cutting off any chance for Carrie to reply. As the harsh beep of the disconnected line filled her ears, Carrie's lips twisted into a rueful grin. How utterly foolish she felt! Deep down, she knew his response all too well, yet she had clung to the hope of hearing his voice confirm it. With a sense of self-inflicted irony, Carrie activated her tablet and scrolled through the day's hot topics. One headline caught her eye: "A female star shielded from harassment at a dinner by her formidable partner." A wry smile twisted her lips. Carrie knew all too well what it was like to face harassment at those kinds of dinners. She vividly remembered her first major audition after her entering the showbiz; her agent had escorted her to a dinner with the influential director and producer of the drama series "Serene Sighs." As a novice in the dizzying world of showbiz, Carrie had felt incredibly vulnerable, uncertain of how to navigate the murky waters of such gatherings. The producer had eyed her shamelessly, sneering as he asked, "Is this the new talent you're introducing? She appears presentable, but I'm curious to see how she fares with a drink. Here's the deal, if you can gulp down this bottle in one go, I'll secure you an audition for the lead role." Carrie was inclined to decline, but under the relentless pressure from her agent, she found herself compelled to consume the entire bottle. As the evening wore on, she was hurriedly taken to the hospital suffering from a severe stomach ailment. Her agent, fretful about the prospect of the role slipping away to another, quickly settled the hospital charges and departed. At that time, Carrie found herself isolated in a hospital bed for several long days. Yet, even before Carrie could be released from the hospital, the media was abuzz with the announcement that Lise had secured the lead role in "Serene Sighs." Subsequently, her agent rebuked Carrie for her lack of ambition, complaining, "You are more appealing than Lise, so why can't you show more drive? She cozied up to Mr. Norris and hardly had to make an effort. She's surrounded by people eager to cater to her every need. I've heard that Mr. Norris personally orchestrated her landing the lead role in this production!" When the show premiered, Lise was catapulted into stardom, swiftly ascending to the elite echelons of the acting world. From that moment forward, Carrie let her acting aspirations wane and chose instead to devote herself entirely to supporting her husband, Kristopher. After all, no matter her efforts, she could never get the same career opportunities that Lise seemed to receive effortlessly with Kristopher's offhand remarks. At that time, Carrie had believed she was filling the role that was meant to be Lise's as Mrs. Norris, which meant she owed Lise. By giving up the career opportunities to Lise, Carrie thought they would settle their unspoken debt. However, Carrie hadn't foreseen that Lise would claim both the coveted career and Kristopher's affections. As Lise's professional and love life blossomed, Carrie came to the painful realization that she had been overly consumed with her romantic pursuits, at the expense of her career, and now, she found herself bereft of both love and professional fulfillment. With tears streaming down her face, Carrie viewed her past two years as tragically misguided. Given another opportunity, she resolved she wouldn't be so unguarded, letting her heart recklessly fall captive to Kristopher's charm. "Ms. Spencer, the new copyright contract is prepared. Please review it for any discrepancies." Her phone buzzed with the alert, snapping Carrie out of her reverie. She gazed at the PDF file attached in the message, her mind briefly overwhelmed. Under the pseudonym Katrina Spencer, Carrie had once made a name for herself as a budding screenwriter, selling numerous scripts in her early days. During her early career as Katrina, Carrie often sold her work for a pittance, compelled by her urgent need for immediate cash. Over the years, these scripts transformed into blockbuster films and hit series, catapulting Katrina's reputation to new heights. By this time, Carrie had married Kristopher and was no longer plagued by the financial woes that had once driven her to desperation--her grandmother's hefty medical bills were a thing of the past. With her financial crises resolved, Carrie's life had pivoted to domestic responsibilities, striving to be an exemplary wife to Kristopher. Amidst these changes, her pseudonym, Katrina Spencer, gradually receded into the background. However, her past as Katrina wasn't ready to be shelved just yet. Recently, an interested buyer had come forward, ready to pay a handsome sum for one of her old scripts. Carrie, however, was hesitant to sell. She raised several concerns about the contract presented to her, and to her astonishment, the buyer was genuine enough to revise it accordingly. Holding the revised contract in her hands, Carrie inhaled deeply, her resolve hardening. She seemed to have reached a crucial decision. Her fingers danced over her phone's keyboard with swift precision, typing out a firm command. "Create a divorce agreement following my terms and ensure it reaches Kristopher Norris at the Norris Group." Without pausing for a response, she placed her phone aside and limped toward the bathroom, each step echoing a blend of determination and newfound independence. Chapter 3 Exchange Of Conveniences Thirty minutes had passed, Carrie finally heaved herself up from the bathtub, her limbs feeling heavy and uncooperative. As she lifted her gaze, her own image in the mirror halted her movements--her skin appeared as smooth and impeccable as fine porcelain, glowing with an unblemished radiance. Her eyes, deep pools of allure, sparkled with an enchanting, soft warmth, inviting anyone who dared meet her gaze. Despite edging into her late twenties at twenty-five, she reveled in the fact that time had yet to etch its marks upon her flawless complexion. Surely, a woman with such a visage had no place for self-pity. Absorbed in her contemplation, Carrie carelessly extended her right leg onto the cold floor, forgetting it was the very limb she had injured. Wrapped excessively in cling film to shield it from moisture, the tight encasement had stifled her circulation, rendering her leg eerily numb. As her foot touched down, it betrayed her, slipping forward unexpectedly. "Ah!" Carrie gasped, her arms flailing in a frantic ballet, searching for a lifeline in the void. Just as she teetered on the brink of a painful rendezvous with the floor, the bathroom door burst open. Kristopher stood at the entrance, his suit immaculately tailored, creating a striking figure. As their eyes locked, he paused, visibly taken aback, then quickly closed the distance with brisk strides. Carrie's breath caught as Kristopher swept her up in a graceful bridal style, an unexpected tightness wrapping around her waist. Caught off guard by his sudden appearance, Carrie realized with a jolt that she was completely b*re. A flush of embarrassment washed over her as she instinctively clutched her hands over her ch*st. This was their first moment of such intimacy since their wedding, and the discomfort made her toes curl inward, her skin blushing a delicate shade of pink. Kristopher looked down at her with a mischievous grin. "Let's be honest, there's not much to see," he teased gently. Feeling both mortified and slightly irritated, Carrie snapped back, "Oh, Mr. Norris, after all you've seen, I suppose nothing can impress you anymore." She carried her C-cup curves with understated charm, a touch of sen**ality that outshone Lise's painfully flat, almost awkwardly rigid build. Yet Carrie knew well that without love, even the most perfect physique paled in comparison to the charm of one dearly cherished. Nonchalantly, Kristopher reached for a bathrobe hanging behind the door and draped it over her. His frown deepened at her comment. "What are you talking about, Carrie?" A thought seemed to strike him, and his expression grew even more impatient. "Tell me, did you send those divorce papers in the dead of night just to lure me back here--to catch you completely b*re?" His tone was a mix of disbelief and annoyance. "I told you I was swamped with work. Was this dramatic display really necessary?" Carrie's temper flared at his accusatory tone, reigniting the tension between them. He was always so quick to lose patience with her. She wasn't the type to throw around words like divorce or breakups lightly. In fact, this was the first time she'd ever mentioned divorce in their two-year marriage, yet he seemed indifferent to her turmoil. He simply dismissed her concerns as if she were overreacting about trivial matters. Despite the throbbing pain in her leg, Carrie mustered her strength and said, "Put me down." Kristopher, however, paid no heed, his eyes scanning her leg swathed in bandages. His brow furrowed slightly. "What happened to your leg? Is this some elaborate ploy to lure me back?" At his words, a bitter laugh escaped Carrie. It seemed he viewed her as merely seeking attention, and in failing to capture it, she had likely concocted a story to draw him back, allowing her to dramatize her plight in his presence. With a blank face, she replied untruthfully, "It's a beauty treatment that shouldn't get wet." "Why did you suddenly decide to undergo such a treatment?" Kristopher inquired, his tone casual as he carried her outside, not pressing the issue further. His frame was large, and through his thin shirt, she could distinctly feel the warmth of his body and the defined shape of his ch*st muscles. The closeness created an uncomfortable tension for Carrie, who had resolved to end things once and for all. Her voice climbed involuntarily, sharper this time. "Oh, since when have you been concerned with such minor things, Mr. Norris?" For the first time, Kristopher witnessed her using biting sarcasm; it struck him as peculiarly amusing. With a calm demeanor, he responded, "You're my wife, it's only natural I'd be concerned about your well-being." "Really?" There was a somber note in Carrie's voice now. "It seems like you've never really regarded me as your wife. I'm scared that if I were to die, you wouldn't even know until much later." After all, at that very moment, Kristopher had been distracted, lost in moments with his first love, too consumed to lend an ear to her desperate pleas. Caught off guard by her accusation, Kristopher's eyes widened with surprise before he let out a disbelieving chuckle. "Carrie, what's brought on this sudden outburst of anger? Just because I was tied up this afternoon and missed your call? Perhaps I've been too indulgent with you lately, and it's made you a bit too presumptuous?" Carrie froze, startled. Was he accusing her of being too presumptuous? She realized their marriage had always been lopsided. In his eyes, she was nothing more than a transactional partner, a woman who had bartered her freedom for financial security. Their union was meant to be a mere exchange of conveniences, yet she had, quite foolishly, fallen deeply in love with him. In the tricky terrain of romance, the one who fell first invariably found themselves at a distinct disadvantage. Kristopher's dismissive reaction left Carrie reeling, her emotions dismissed as trifles, a tight knot of suffocation rising in her chest. "I said to put me down this instant!" Carrie exclaimed, jerking her head to the side, her voice laced with a sharp edge of impatience. Kristopher remained mute, effortlessly carrying her towards the bed before suddenly releasing his hold. Carrie felt a jolt as the support vanished, her heart skipping a beat as she instinctively grasped for him. Their bodies collided on the bed, her bathrobe teetering on the brink of decency, threatening to unravel with any minor shift. Propped on one elbow, Kristopher gazed down at her, his lips curled into a sly, teasing grin. "You wanted to be let go, didn't you? So why cling to me now?" His eyes, deep and sparkling like a midnight lake speckled with stars, captivated her. In those celestial depths, Carrie caught a glimpse of her own reflection. At times like this, she was misled into believing he harbored a deep affection. Sadly, his heart was a fortress reserved for Lise, and all Carrie had left were empty fantasies. "Boring!" she exclaimed, her voice devoid of any enthusiasm as she attempted to rise, her hand inadvertently brushing against something unexpected. "Don't move, or I can't promise what might happen next," he warned in a deep, gravelly voice. With a frown, Carrie internally cursed upon hearing the statement. It was an undeniable fact. Primal instincts steered the actions of men. Absence of affection didn't quell their basic d**ires. Yet, she dared not agitate Kristopher. Angling her face away, her body remained rigid, frozen in place. Carrie, feeling irked, shot back. "Didn't you say there's nothing here to see? What's with the reaction now, Mr. Norris? Are you really that easy to impress?" No sooner had her words flown than she grasped the potential repercussions of her sharp tongue. A wave of regret surged through Carrie, but instead of anger, Kristopher responded with a chuckle, "You are my wife, after all. Since that's something I can't alter, I might as well embrace it. Besides, it's been years since we became husband and wife--it would be a shame to neglect you completely." Chapter 4 Are You Out Of Your Mind? Kristopher leaned in close to Carrie. The fabric of his suit brushed lightly against Carrie's cheek, releasing a mix of scents: a familiar woody aroma intertwined with an unexpected zesty twist of lemon. It was unmistakably Jo Malone's Blue Agava and Cacao--Lise's signature scent. A surge of nausea overwhelmed Carrie at the realization. Heat crept up her neck, coloring her cheeks a bright scarlet as indignation took hold. Without thinking, her hand flew up and delivered a stinging slap across Kristopher's face. All her suppressed grievances from the day ignited in that swift motion. The impact of her sl*p had left a light, crimson mark on Kristopher's cheek, marking him with her outrage. His eyes, wide with disbelief, met hers. "Carrie, are you out of your mind?" Out of her mind? Yes, she was clearly insane to ever fall for him in the first place. Carrie fumed silently, her heart pounding in her chest. Suddenly, the sharp buzz of the phone on the table cut through the mounting tension, its vibration bringing a brief respite from their standoff. Kristopher cast a fleeting glance at the message, shut off the phone with a snap, and strode towards the door, his back rigid with tension. Her voice, firm and unwavering, chased after him. "We're getting a divorce! Make sure you sign those papers before you walk out that door!" Kristopher paused briefly and said sharply, "I have something to do now. When I return, do whatever pleases you." With that, he forcefully shut the door. Carrie's eyes followed his unwavering exit, feeling an oppressive weight compressing her chest once again. She disregarded the sharp sting in her leg and hobbled determinedly toward her tablet. Fingers trembling, she hastily navigated to Lise's Twitter page. Lise had just uploaded a new tweet. The photo showed her lying down with a fever patch adhered to her forehead, still enveloped in Kristopher's familiar jacket. The caption read, "Being sick makes me extra clingy. Wishing I had someone here. Stay cozy and take care, everyone!" The simultaneous timing of these two events made it almost impossible for Carrie not to suspect that Kristopher had dashed off to tend to Lise. Carrie's instincts loudly proclaimed that this was no accident; Lise had deliberately sought to tug at Kristopher's heartstrings. It appeared her tactics were effective. Not even Carrie's stark threat of divorce could overshadow Lise's theatrical display of vulnerability. Lise didn't have to lift a finger, and Carrie had already fallen, utterly broken and beyond redemption. Seething with fury, Carrie quaked like a leaf swept into a storm. She had arrived here with nothing but a suitcase and a heart full of dreams, and now she was leaving, dreams crumbled, utterly alone. It was time for her to pursue her acting career and give it her all... ...... ==== It was supposed to be a marriage of convenience, but Carrie made the mistake of falling in love with Kristopher. When the time came that she needed him the most, her husband was in the company of another woman. Enough was enough. Carrie chose to divorce Kristopher and move on with her life. Only when she left did Kristopher realize how important she was to him... What happens next? 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No | 2025-01-27 09:12 | active | 2331 | 0 | Chronic Overthinking Test 👉 | ✨️️️️️️️ Stop overthinking and start living today ✨️️️️️️️ 🎯 Boost confidence: Develop strategies for better decision making and self-esteem 💫 Eliminate negative thoughts: Learn how to identify and reduce toxic thought patterns ⌛ Live in the present moment: Become calm, happy, and trust your intuition | LEARN_MORE | https://mindway.app/start?qz=mw1 | Mindway | https://www.facebook.com/61555945144541/ | 19,586 | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | Learn More | 0 | mindway.app | DCO | {{product.description}} | https://mindway.app/start?qz=mw1 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | https://scontent-lga3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/469754137_1258525005431995_6097417261043299538_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=100&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=sXtYuZogwDQQ7kNvgHun_Pj&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-lga3-2.xx&_nc_gid=AS-e_2RpQ398RnoZb9jY-un&oh=00_AYDf7O0PA1Pe_fQuH8TZp-YU6Ow1U5-CG6Pkyk8zCYF8_w&oe=679D6B8F | PERSON_PROFILE | 0 | 0 | 0 | Mindway | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | View Edit Delete | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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Oak Firewood Sale!!! | Oak Firewood Sale!!! - $145.00 Seasoned Oak Firewood Clean, Dry, and Ready to Burn! Split small for fireplaces. (Other sizes available per request). - $145 per face cord plus delivery. - $400 per full cord plus delivery. Delivery charge is based on where you live and your needs. We can service the entire metro and surrounding areas. 612-599-267six Other species available. Cash or credit card with a fee only no checks. Please text the phone number or message this link the quantity of wood you want and the address for delivery and your phone number and I will get right back to you! Facebook Marketplace | CONTACT_US | https://facebook.com/marketplace/item/128023383995 | Travis Gay | https://www.facebook.com/Travis-Gay-105419049051257/ | 0 | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | Contact us | 0 | IMAGE | https://facebook.com/marketplace/item/1280233839950747/ | 1969-12-31 18:00 | REGULAR_PAGE | 1 | 0 | 0 | Travis Gay | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | View Edit Delete | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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🎉 We’re Giving Away 2 Tickets! 🎉 Want to attend the conference for FREE? Here’s your chance! ✨ How to enter: 1️⃣ Like this post 2️⃣ Share it on your timeline 3️⃣ Tag someone you’d love to bring along Both you and the person you tag could win a ticket to the conference! 🙌 📅 Don’t wait—enter now for your chance to win! #worshipo #jesus #conference #christian #Giveaway #WinTickets #worshipConference2025 #BringAFriend #FreeTickets #ContestAlert | NO_BUTTON | Berean Bible Church | https://www.facebook.com/bbcTRANSFORM/ | 2,612 | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | No button | 0 | IMAGE | 1969-12-31 18:00 | https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/475137814_3907616679494579_6407788117750398491_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=108&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=Rv_BkLfgC-gQ7kNvgFYm_3G&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&_nc_gid=A-gUh63QyxPszw1yPkBoRM9&oh=00_AYBhqxL04ljKy82uzScaOmsqP6-fmKFF4JTZFUYngc7x9w&oe=679C9F05 | PERSON_PROFILE | 0 | 0 | 0 | Berean Bible Church | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | View Edit Delete | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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No | 2025-01-26 18:15 | active | 2327 | 0 | Dating, Love and Marriage in 2025! | "Everything changes with time" means that nothing stays the same forever. That also goes for dating, love, relationships, situation-ships, marriage etc. Or would you rather stay single? Join us as we talk about dating in this day & time and how things have changed. | NO_BUTTON | Michale Kelly Bradley | https://www.facebook.com/michale.carson/ | 161 | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | No button | 0 | VIDEO | 1969-12-31 18:00 | https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/474823741_1149833113196331_4625138069097961606_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=110&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=xTot9H0plkMQ7kNvgEVxjPi&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&_nc_gid=AlFZn92Yac3MPj5ZmNLDsg_&oh=00_AYBxw_hj2rGniI_O60FA5rLnKglz_UWfMk83UjXt71SJkQ&oe=679C8FF4 | PERSON_PROFILE | 0 | 0 | 0 | Michale Kelly Bradley | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | View Edit Delete |
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