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Thought he was angry at me all this while, since he never smiled at me, but just as he heard about sex, his mood changed! "Don't keep your hopes too high darling, I will not have s** with someone like you, we are going home now." He said and I don't know why I really felt broken by what he said. Am I that bad? Maybe I'm not like his friend 'Penelope.' I will make sure he begs me to sleep with him, for now I need to earn in trust and I think I'm going to follow Susan's advice by seducing him. "What did Penelope say to you at the event." He asked after few minutes of silence.

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“Maybe that’s why I need you. You don’t let the chaos win.” She rolled her eyes, trying to deflect all the sweet praise from what he said. “You need me because I’m good at my job. Don’t make it personal.” “It already is,” Roman answered, his voice lower. The air moved between them, the lines she had boldy tried establishing blurring in ways she wasn’t ready to accept. "I am going to rest my head" Ava said closing her eyes immediately as she tried to ruin the weird tension. By morning, Ava’s phone buzzed with hundreds of messages. The article had gone viral, and the damage was spreading. Clara called first, her voice rigid.

he had wanted to bring the suggestion of finding a discreet place to stay and talk but he was thinking that he was taking it too far and very fast . They both walked down towards the football pitch, and they both held each other hands. Linda wondered how a guy's hand would be this soft. He is so perfect for her. Not too tall and has a handsome face. Alex also loved the way Linda caressed his hands. Damn, she is making me too crazy, he screamed the word in his head but maintain a cool face. "So tell me more about yourself Alex," Linda said, they are both getting close to the football pitch "What did you wanna know, specify them "

POV: DALIAH "Let me go!" I scream, my voice filled with desperation and anger, directed at whoever has a tight grip on my shoulder. As I turn to face my captor, shock courses through my veins, for it is none other than Dylan, the son of the Alpha — my secret crush and the one I was destined to be with. "You will be punished for what you've done. Do you even comprehend who Eunice is?" His fingers constrict around my neck, cutting off my air supply, and my vision blurs. "She is My Luna."

His voice coming out very husky and unclear, the only thing I could make out from my sleep was ' only if you knew, love'. Only if I knew what? Then he stalked off. I cursed my poor eyesight disappointing me once again. The sleep was too beautiful to be sacrificed on some mystery guy and plus I felt lazy to get up. Yeah I know , lazy as always... ***************************** Damian's P.O.V

my two mates answer me, making my heart melt with love, this is perfect, our perfect life. THE END. Hope you enjoyed this story! Love Cinderella.

“Harder...please fuck my healed ass, make it loose again.....I missed this so full...your cock is splitting me open...ahhh...yes, use your pain slut!” “You’re tight again,” Cassian growled, never slowing his punishing rhythm, one hand gripping Nagur’s lace-covered hip while the other reached around to stroke his leaking cock. “Healed up so nice after all those days of just warming cocks and taking loads in your mouth. But I think I’m going to fist you again soon… punch that pretty prolapse out just how I love it. Watch it bloom around my wrist while you drool and beg.” The words made Nagur wail, a loud, needy sound that cracked into whimpers as he pushed back frantically, ass rippling around the invading cock. “Yes, please fist me...ruin my hole, make my prolapse leak everywhere turn me into your gaping cock dump again—nghh, ahh—fuck I’m your slut....your cum rag—please—harder, stretch me......break me—”

Tell me you truly want me tonight. I could feel her body tense under my slightest touch, heat radiating between us. Her eyes locked onto mine without hesitation. “I want you with me, Alpha Damian. Help me through this heat… because I only want you.” That was all it took for my restraint to snap. I lowered myself onto her, letting some of my weight press against her delicate frame. My lips hovered near her ear as I whispered, “I want you too.” My breath was warm against her neck. “And I will help you through this heat.”

Working myself up to a fever pitch, I clutched at my scalp as if my skull might split open from the mounting artistic frustrations. "My WHITE-HOT PASSION... snuffed out before its first searing ember could be struck!" I howled to the rafters, eyes wild and glistening with unshed tears. "Is THIS what becomes of all my years of sacrifice, of grinding through each dead-end graveyard revue and failed open mic?!" When at last I ran out of steam, chest heaving from wallowing in the character's agonizing disillusionment, I wheeled around to find Miles regarding me with an infuriatingly opaque expression.

Alpha Christopher says to the two sprites. “Oh, Funichio. Did you hear that?” Fanella says, quivering in excitement, her hand going to her heart. “Definitely an Alpha.” “He’s very big.” “He looks like he’d be very warm.” Fanella flits over toward Alpha Christopher. “What’s your name, handsome?” “I’m Alpha Christopher. What’s your name, beautiful.” Christopher flirts with Fanella. “Funichio, did you hear that, he thinks I’m beautiful.” “Well, he may be an Alpha, but he obviously has poor eyesight if he thinks you’re beautiful sister.”

The video on the screen has looped back to my own face mid-chorus, mouth shaping the word *devil* over a photo of Rafael’s smile. Dante taps the space bar. The room goes silent. “So,” I say. “You’ve seen my fanfiction.” His jaw tightens. “That is not your fanfiction,” he says. “It’s a revisionist history starring a man who didn’t pay your freedom price.” “Our marriage certificate doesn’t make you a better man than him,” I shoot back. “Just a richer one.” “Maybe,” he says. “But it does make me the one who has to manage the fallout when the world decides you belong to someone else.”

I want to ask how long it is? “Heh. Probably shorter than my patience? Am I patient? No!” she said, snickering. KikikikingofmeeeAn07: The wedding is aesthetic. Congratulations! “Your comment is not offensive but what's wrong with you? KikikikingofmeeeAn07?” Heart continued to laugh, mocking the stranger's weird username. IamYoU123: Percival is good at handling business but not good at choosing a partner. Look at her hair! Does she even know that hairbrush exists?!

“I’m writing p**n.” Well, strictly speaking, it was romance, but I wasn’t deluding myself. The way his hands had gripped my hips, the raspy laugh pressed to my ear, the catastrophic clatter of my lamp when we’d been too close to stop. The way his mouth had tasted, sharp and metallic. The memory of every detail branded into my skin was now seared onto the page. The cat shifter of my fiction was basically Ace with his snarky growls and all.

TWO MONTHS BEFORE… The club was packed, and the music was loud. Bodies moving from one side to the other, well synchronized. The sexual tension was in the air. Diana had gone there because she needed to turn her life around. Andrew Thomas, her friend for years and then her boyfriend of one year, had cheated on her. She felt frustrated but at the same time relieved. Two such different feelings that pissed her off. She took a sip of his "Margarita" drink. Remembering that embarrassing episode of her life. Everything had been bad for some months between them, but Diana wanted to fix things, so when she left the office that day, she decided to give it a try.

“Perfect Lover?” I nodded, leaning slightly against the chair across from him. “It’s silly, I know. But the story behind them is kind of sweet. The idea is that if two people are perfectly synchronized, in the same ‘time zone,’ they’ll never miss each other. But if they aren’t…” I gestured vaguely, feeling oddly self-conscious. “...well, it’s not anyone’s fault. They’re just living in different worlds. Different stages of life, different priorities. You can’t force that kind of timing.” He studied me for a moment, something unreadable in his dark eyes. “And you think the person I’m waiting for is in a different time zone?”

" GO AHEAD! Try to go near us or I will make your hands like a rope!! " They got scared about this girl's threat. " Try to hurt her again or even to go near her again. I will make sure that your every life will be as miserable as hell! " They were consumed with fear and kept quiet. Author's Note: Hi Pitchers! Welcome to the world of Fantasy. If you are one of my Pitchers, I want to get to know you and dedicate my next chapter to you. So, please comment your name and your thoughts down here. Don't worry. I'll surely notice you fast.

*** Flash back : Darko was so surprised when he saw Amanda who suddenly ran towards him and hugged him tightly. Amanda turned 180 degrees. "Listen, this is the wish of green bean seeds that are growing in my stomach. You don't have to smile proudly because you can conquer me like that," Amanda kept trying to maintain her pride. Darko smiled at Amanda's excuse. That man tightly hugged his super stubborn woman's body. "Yes ... well, it's up to you, but from this second. You will not be able to run away from me. YOU ARE ALL MINE!" said Darko with great emphasis.

His fingers moved faster, dipping lower to tease my entrance before returning to my clit, driving me higher and higher with merciless precision. “So fucking wet for me already,” he murmured against my mouth, voice thick with dark satisfaction. “My perfect, loyal fan… dripping just from my touch. You’ve been fantasizing about this for years, haven’t you? About me fingering you backstage like a desperate little slut for your idol.”

she continued, voice barely above the rain, “the only thing I was afraid of was never getting the chance to choose you again.” His chest tightened. “Lisa…!!” She reached for him then, fingers curling into the front of his shirt, not pulling him close….just anchoring herself. “I don’t want perfect,” she said. “I want honest. I want this—whatever this is—messy and real.” Grey rested his forehead against hers, breath mingling, rain blurring the space between them. “You have me,” he said. “No filters. No omissions. Even the parts I hate.”