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I woke up to the warmth around me and snuggled closer to the source of the heat with my eyes still closed; I moaned in satisfaction and buried my face into the firm but comfortable pillow providing me warmth. Then realization dawned on me.Firm but comfortable pillow? You must be kidding me! I opened my eyes and was met with gorgeous-looking skin with tattoos all over it; his hand held my waist down tight as his tattooed chest rose and fell rhythmically. Don’t panic. After getting drunk last night, you didn’t get down with a stranger. You wouldn’t do it, Samantha.I tried to convince myself as I wiggled my way out of his tight grip; he groaned and held on closer as he muttered, “Five minutes more” hearing the voice sent shivers down my back, and I blindly kicked him out of bed in a rage.“Fuck! "What was that for?” he asked, startled awake from his sleep by the fall, he placed his head on the bed, and his emerald eyes glared at me.“What the fuck are you doing in my room half naked,
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What did I do last night? I stood up, went to Arla, and dragged her to the empty kitchen. She looked surprised at my action but didn’t try to fight back or struggle; I gave her my most pleading and innocent look. “What did I do last night?” I demanded, hating myself for drinking too much the night before until I forgot the whole night’s event. “It probably will be better if you remember yourself, and we all promised not to talk about it if you don’t remember,” she said apologetically, refusing to meet my face as she played with her bracelets. “Was it that bad?” I was scared of what a drunken Samantha would have done to get weird looks and even a bet made out of it. Was it something I was dying of embarrassment for? “Nope, it wasn’t bad; I think it's cute, and you have a very seductive and sexy personality when drunk. Poor Jerome didn’t know what to do with you” She giggled while explaining. I was about to probe and ask more questions that might give me a hint of what had happen
182 Days in Greystone's Chapter 19
[World chat] Lonewolf: does anyone have ice crystals for crafting divine artifacts? I’ll buy any amount you have. PM me [World chat] Scar’s baby mama1: are you crafting another divine artifact? I thought you already had one.[World chat] Lonewolf: I do, but it needs enhancing [World chat] Kris: you are already thinking of improving when I haven’t owned it yet, go to Alpha’s guild store; they always have those things. [World chat] Scar’s baby mama: I have about five with me; I got it when I piggybacked on my husband Scar into a dungeon during his stream. I can send them to you; gathering all fifty pieces will take forever.[World chat] Lonewolf: sure, I’ll take it, thanks; I checked the alpha guild store earlier, and it’s closed. It says something about them expanding their store or something, and the other guild store doesn’t have rare items, which can be got with the first kill.[World chat] Lolly: Humph, you can only get first kill items from their tyrant store; how to mean once,
182 Days in Greystone's Chapter 20
Chapter Twenty “You don’t get it, Aiden!” I whined, lying down on the couch in his office for my ‘session’ that only consisted of me talking and whining to Aiden, who always listens like the professional therapist that he is, He groaned playfully at me, rambling on about my predicaments, placed the book he was reading or pretending to read on the table, and slumped on the chair in a weird position that made his neck squeeze together.Mum would have been pissed if she saw him like that “Make me get it the; II mean, I don’t understand what other thing is there to get, he likes you a lot from what you have said, and you like him back. What is it I don’t get then?” he asked while sitting upright, trying as much as possible to make a serious face, to which he failed “That is the problem!” I groaned, not liking the way he was making the whole thing feel like a joke, but I should know better; he always takes things lightly, for longevity he said “What is?” he asked, confusion written on
182 Days in Greystone's Chapter 1
"THIS is it," My dad's assistant, Mr. Logan, said, packing the car in front of a large building. A sign sat atop the beautiful large black gates which read ' welcome to Greystones. Greystone is a private institution for mentally disabled or rebellious rich kids, ones that their parents wouldn't want to clean up of after causing a scandal, or kids whose parents don't have time to babysit like me. My name is Samantha Williams, daughter of Gregory Williams and Rebecca Williams; my parents are the CEO of two multi-billion companies, one in construction and one in entertainment. Why am I here, you would like to know? Well, you have to wait to find out. I wordlessly stepped out of the car and adjusted what my mum called a ' cute' dress, but for me, it was just an uncomfortable piece of clothing that showed too much skin and could easily be blown away by the wind. Mr. Logan stepped to my side of the car to bring my suitcases with him, more like struggling with the two bags my mum had spen
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I followed the old who had personally chosen to show me around the school despite having lots of staff who could do so. I fought back the urge to tell him not to try to be nice to me; I won't give him a word of donation to the Williams. “This is the counseling building, your doctor will be Dr. Finn, and you’ll visit him daily, no questions asked. You have a section with him after breakfast for two hours every day for the six months you'll be here," the old man explains.“Sure, no problem., It's just visiting a shrink for two hours out of twenty-four I can manage. So, anything else I should take note of?" I asked, staring at the two-story counseling building with an indifferent face. I saw two beautiful boys coming out of the building; they had probably just finished a section with their therapist or counselor, not that I cared anyways. The taller one of the two, standing tall at 6'2' with a buzz cut hairstyle, an ear piercing decorated with a diamond earring, his tattoos peeking out
182 Days in Greystone's Chapter 3
I plopped down on the queen size bed in the room I was giving, inhaling and exhaling to regain the energy I lost listening to the old man talk. While I was taking a tour with the oldie, someone brought my bags to my room which I'm grateful for since I don't think I would have been able to bring them up here to the third floor, and I haven't noticed any elevator around here. Deciding I needed a shower, I got up from the bed and cleaned the room properly since I didn't do that when I came in. The room was as large as the back room; hell, the interior was a replica of the one back home, which made me even angrier than I already was for being here. If this is a way of trying to make me feel at home, they are doing a shitty job of it. The last thing I want is a reminder of that fucked up place. I walked to the bedside drawer and picked up the land phone to call the front desk."Hello, the front desk," a female voice picked up after a ring “Can I get another room?" I asked, not returning
182 Days in Greystone's Chapter 4
I Followed Arla down to the dining room, where almost everyone was already sitting. There were only three chairs empty, two on one side and one at the head of the rectangular-shaped table; Arla sat down beside a green-haired boy with piercing all over the place on his face. Ordinary people seeing him for the first time would stare, but I only glanced at him once as I sat beside Arla. “I remember we told you that dinner is at eight, yet you still came late!" Aaron snapped at me, and I ignored him; seeing that dinner wasn't ready or we were waiting for the last person to come in, I brought out my phone and began playing some merged game. Someone tried to snatch my phone from me, but my grip on it was tight as I refused to let it go; I glared up at the person only to be met with a pair of brown eyes belonging to the older man. He let go of my phone and continued to his seat. “It had skipped my mind to tell you that phones are not allowed on the table during dinner or whenever we are all
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