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Mouths had been on El Crow's d+ck before. Mouths and mouth and mouths and several fucking mouths.But none ever felt as heavenly as this warmth. None ever felt as welcoming, sick, or mind-wrecking as this particular mouth.With others, he always had to tell them where he wanted their tongues or teeth. He always had to direct them to lick the other way or suck this way, but this bitch?He didn't have to stress over those topics. She knew exactly who the fûck she was, and she understood what she was doing right from the beginning. A unconventional pro.From the moment she took him inside that hot mouth, he lost his ability to use his brains well.The only thing left in that head of his was how to die right now. If he died during this moment, he'd die a happy man with this euphoric pleasure.She didn't suck in the middle of her mouth. She took him deep to the back of her throat, and he didn't have to thrust up to her. She did everyt

Then arrange a date for me and my wife that day," Jethro said. "Also, that day should be her 24th birthday if we're following the date she has by following," the guard said. Jethro turned around swiftly, slanting his head with a vile smile. "More reason to go on a date. I'll be the first person to make that whore feel special. It's a date." -- [An Orphanage] It's been a tiring event, so much that that El Crow now hoped for it's end. Bellatrix loved kids. She showed it in all of her moves today. The kids were singing around her while she danced to their tunes. They submitted flowers to her, and she inserted them into the hair of the girls among the orphans. After they finished eating the cake she brought, she ordered takeout for everybody too, and they're now eating in the orphanage yard. El Crow stood at the park, leaning on his car and holding his phone. The Milan fashion week is currently ongoing, and as usual, ARDEN models are topping the darkest charts. They made ever

"She brushed back her hair and shut her eyes, looking up at the shower head so the water poured directly on her face.She calmed down eventually.*NEXT DAY, ROMAN'S MANSION* Liam and Roman just finished eating breakfast, and after Liam drank enough water, he stood and carried his backpack before coming to Roman.Roman leaned to him, and Liam pecked him on the cheek."I'll see you later popsy!" He said."Sure boy" Roman replied with a wink, and he smiled as his driver took his backpack from him.He left with the driver, and Roman drank what's left in his teacup before standing too."Here sir" a maid gave him his neat suit, and he took it."Don't prepare dinner tonight. I and Liam will be eating out" he said."Alright sir" the lady bowed, and he left the house, but on getting outside, he met Darla's car just driving in."Mum?" He said surprisingly as she came out of the car."Son!!" She said dramatically, hugging him first."It's so early, why are you here?" Roman broke the hug."The

[ADELINE POV]I couldn’t take my eyes off Charlotte.She stood in the middle of our room, taking a long sip from her water bottle, looking as sweet and harmless as she always did. There was no cold malice in her face. No sharp, calculating look in her eyes. Just my best friend, standing in front of me in her oversized hoodie.My throat felt painfully tight. A single tear slipped down my cheek before I could catch it."Adeline?" Charlotte paused, setting her bottle on the desk. She frowned slightly, her eyes filling with instant worry. "Hey… are you okay? Why are you crying?"She took a step toward me, reaching out her hand.I flinched.It was a small, quick movement, but it was enough to make her stop. The memory of her standing over my hospital bed, whispering about lawyers while my heart gave out, flashed behind my eyes like. My chest tightened with panic."I'm fine," I choked out, my voice raspy and thin. "Just… a bad dream. I'm going to wash my face."Without waiting for her to an

Chapter One: The Second Chance [ADELINE POV]I was twenty-four years old, and I was dying. The only sound that was ringing in my ear was the slow, monitor beat that felt like a timer counting down the rest of my life.Beep. Beep. Beep.Then came the smell of hospital disinfectant mixed with bleach. My body felt unbearably heavy, my fingers barely responding beneath the thin blanket. Even breathing through the oxygen tube felt like swallowing broken glass.Two days ago, the doctor had stood beside my bed with a quiet, defeated expression."Miss Gomez, your organ failure is getting worse very quickly. The treatment isn't working anymore. I think you should say your goodbyes."Say my goodbyes.As if a few final words could make up for everything I was leaving behind. My health. My dreams. My father's company.I wasn't afraid of dying anymore. Eight months of constant pain had taken care of that. There wa