LOGINGuys! I’m NOT going to be bullied into giving someone children again. I have nine other couples. NINE. And guess what? Almost all of them have children. Some have multiple children. So if you need babies to feel emotionally fulfilled, there are plenty of families in this universe for you to visit.
He pulled the heavy blanket over us both, climbing into the bed right after. The cool air of the room vanished the second he drew me close. I immediately turned toward him, craving his warmth. I slid my arms around his waist, pushing my body against his again and again, burying my face into the cro
His mouth brushed the back of my neck, barely there, just enough to make my smile deepen, “Platonic,” he murmured. I let out a soft laugh. While the conditioner sat in my hair, Raphael reached for the soft loofah and the body wash. He worked up a rich, sweet-scented foam before turning me around to
I took his hand, and our fingers slipped together beneath the water. “Does your head hurt?” he asked quietly. “A little.” His arm tightened around me and I continued staring at our joined hands. “I keep seeing them.” Raphael didn't ask who. “The children.” His fingers closed around mine, “I k
I reached up carefully, my fingertips found the tender skin near my temple. I winced, “Fuck.” The word came out quietly. I dropped the towel onto the counter and started pulling off the clothes I'd been wearing. My pants were stiff with dirt and blood. When I peeled them away, the fabric dragged
Vincenzo leaned back, “And the facility, Gianna?” I looked at him, “Closed permanently.” “Destroyed?” “No.” The answer caught his attention. His head tilted slightly. “Why?” “Because destroying it would destroy evidence we may need. It would also erase what happened to the thousands of children
Raphael ━━ ⛓ ━━ I leaned against the cold brick wall of the mansion, my arms crossed, watching the show. Our soldiers were busy dragging in the trash, fifty men, all bound at the wrists, their faces covered in bruises and tears. They were lined up like cattle ready for the slaughter. This was th
Gianna ━⊰ ❦ ⊱━ I was back at the Rose Garden, which was basically a fancy way of saying a place where girls got dressed up to be arm candy for guys with too much money. "I’m telling you, Mama D, they aren’t humans," I groaned, throwing my head back so hard my ponytail nearly hit the floor. "The
Raphael ━━ ⛓ ━━ Gold-digging whores. I didn’t even have to look at them to know that’s exactly what they were. The smell of desperation always clung to women like them, no matter how much expensive perfume they sprayed on their wrists to hide it. Hazel Kinsley. She was the widow of some patheti
Gianna ━⊰ ❦ ⊱━ I tugged at the scrap of black lace riding up my hip. This outfit wasn’t clothes, it was a prayer. A tiny, see-through prayer. I caught my reflection in the cracked dressing room mirror and barely recognized the girl staring back. The silver wig was cold and synthetic against my







