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“I’d kill you,” Valery replied without hesitation.“There’s your answer. Now you know why she’s mad at you.”Valery fell silent. That evening, she walked to Margret’s house, but her friend refused to see her. Her texts and calls went unanswered. The next morning, she waited to be exposed to her father, staring at the ticking clock. Margret didn’t joke with time - if she said morning, it was morning.But when noon passed, Valery knew Margret wasn’t coming. Her friend could never hurt her like that. *****News of an upcoming excursion spread excitement through the class. A two-day trip to Ghana’s Volta Region.“We’ll start by climbing Mountain Afadjato, the tallest peak in Ghana,” one teacher announced. “Then we’ll hike down to visit Wli Waterfalls, the tallest waterfall in West Africa, where you can swim at the base. After that, we’ll head to a seaside resort near Keta for dinner and movie night by the beach. In the morning, we’ll visit the Tafi Atome Monkey Sanctuary to see the sacr
High School————————Riley froze when he opened the door.“Hey, you’re right on time. We should grab some food after school, then take my lady home.” Derrick squished Valery in his arms. Valery giggled awkwardly, conscious of Riley’s dumbfounded stare.He chose to remain nonchalant, answering with a casual, “Sure,” and making himself comfortable. It was normal for couples to get back together after a fight - especially when they were young and foolish like these two.The days that followed were almost burning to the eyes. Derrick did not hide his affection, trailing after her everywhere. But that wasn’t what ticked Riley off. It also turned out Derrick was still having his fun on the side. As long as he wasn’t caught, he remained a repentant angel in her eyes. Riley was the bystander who knew it all, but for the sake of friendship - and minding his business - he stayed clear of the topic.Once, he chanced upon Valery and Margret having a very heated argument about it. Riley had to j
Valery could barely keep track of how many times her body shuddered with ecstasy. They didn’t even make it fully onto the bed before Derrick had her pinned against the mattress; her legs wrapped around his waist as he drove into her with relentless force. Every thrust sent shocks through her, her moans spilling out like a broken song. His teeth grazed her collarbone before biting down, his hands gripping her thighs so tightly she felt the sting in her bones.“God, you feel so fucking good,” he growled into her ear, each word dripping with lust. He slammed deeper, harder, setting her entire body alight. She could feel him pulsing inside her, his cock filling her completely as her walls clenched around him in desperate, frantic waves of pleasure.His hands slid up her chest, squeezing her breasts before wrapping firmly around her throat, pressing just enough to make her gasp. “Don’t you dare leave me,” he rasped, tightening slightly, eyes wild with possessive hunger.Valery was in a tra
Hecate cracked down on Ryan after a tense confrontation with Valery. Her sharp eyes narrowed with a mother’s wrath as she turned to Valery. “Why would you watch him risk himself like this? He should be in the hospital, not wandering around unsupervised.” Her voice trembled with anger. “Tell me the truth… are the rumors true? Did you almost kill my son with unauthorized drugs?”Valery lowered her gaze; her voice firm yet laced with guilt. “I did what was best to protect Ryan. I didn’t have time to wait for protocol when he was dying in front of me.”Hecate searched her face, seeking deceit, but found only quiet resolve. She believed her - though pride kept the words locked behind her lips.Valery cleared her throat softly. “I’ll excuse myself so you two can talk this out.”As she walked away, Ryan’s eyes followed her with a longing that burned deeper than any fever. Once alone with his mother, he spoke plainly, his voice heavy with the decisiveness of a condemned man bargaining his las
Valery removed the wrap from his arm, careful not to tug at his skin. She glanced at the screen and read aloud, “Blood pressure’s stable at 118/76… oxygen normal, pulse steady.” She smiled softly. “You’re not having any reactions either, so for now, I’d say we’re good.”She packed the machine neatly back into its box and glanced at him. “Wanna take a shower and then go to bed?”Ryan’s lips curved into a smirk. “Are you going to bathe me like the last time?”“You could barely move the last time,” she shot back, raising a brow at him.But before she could roll her eyes properly, Ryan suddenly hissed, clutching his head with a wince of pain.“Hey, what’s wrong? Is it your head?” Valery switched from sarcastic doctor to full-blown panic in a single breath, her hands hovering near his temples.“It’s… it’s…” Ryan’s breathing quickened, and he leaned heavily into the couch cushions, eyes fluttering shut as though losing consciousness.“I don’t get it; your vitals were fine just a minute ago.
Valery had never woken up to this many people in her house. It was noisy and bustling, thanks to someone in particular. “This reminds me of the good old days,” Margret yelled over the music as she danced her way around the kitchen. Making breakfast turned out to be chaotic. There was flour everywhere - courtesy of Ryan and Valery bickering about who got to make the pancakes.“Play nicely, children,” Margret mocked, still nibbling on the bacon she was supposed to plate.“Well, he started it,” Valery grumbled, wiping batter from her cheek.“Are you really going to wrestle with him? He’s sick, don’t make him worse,” Margret scolded, cracking eggs into a pan. Ryan stuck out his tongue, mocking Valery’s frustrated glare.Later, they piled around the table, sharing the breakfast spread.“Mhn, how about we watch a movie afterwards and play some games?” Margret suggested brightly.“Is that needed?” Valery asked, arching a brow.“Val, you don’t always have to be a party pooper. Ryan has a day