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He caressed her cheek before pecking her lips. "I love you my sanity. My life. My everything." He mumbled making her smile. " I love you too my kid, psycho and normal Lucifer." He chuckled before picking her up and making his way towards the bed. Life was hard on him. His past left a huge dent in his sanity but the future gifted him with a beautiful hand of care and comfort. And she becomes his love, his life. His Sanity. -THE END. _____________________________________ So here is the end of His Sanity. Hopefully, you guys liked this story.

“Ersa... I see no man who fits that description.” I bit my lip. I had forgotten that Sano expected a man who looked like he had survived two millennia. “The boy,” I clarified. “The one with the pink cotton candy.” Sano was silent for a long beat, his gaze fixed on Gavriel. Finally, he let out a huff of breath. “I see. I suppose we truly do come in all shapes and sizes, much like my—” I immediately slapped my hand over his mouth, cutting him off before he could descend into another lewd comparison. “Yes, I take your point quite clearly. No further elaboration is required.”

“How sure are you? Well, if you're worried about me, you don't have to cause San is going to help me out” “You've been mentioning this San to me. Are you two dating”? “What”? My cheeks flushed with redness. “Why would you say that? San is the fourth lord of the seven realm. You can see that there's a huge difference between us”. “Doesn't matter”. “Why did you even bring such topic up? Not like you're going to do something about it”. “You like him don't you”? “I think you shouldn't mend in my personal life matter”. “I guess you like him so much”.

“Or at least by our standards.” When we made it back to Storm’s door, Tawnie didn’t hesitate to knock, and the moment it was yanked open, a stunning, very pissed off Storm glowered at me before turning her attention to Tawnie. “Hey, Tawnie. Do you need something? I was kind of in the middle of something?” she said. Tawnie sniffed the air before baring her teeth at Storm. “What is Sanson doing here?” “Well, if you must know, he came over to fuck!” Storm snapped, and I instantly lost control.

Eu posso machucar-te, sabes? - Tu não serias capaz de o fazer. Então corri até a casa de banho e peguei num espelho. Sander tentou impedir-me, mas já era tarde. Trouxe o espelho para perto de Sander e ele ficou em transe durante uns minutos. Quando acordou, perguntei-lhe: - O que viste? Ele foi bem irónico na resposta, dizendo: - O Sander de outras vidas ordena-me que eu beije a Olívia desta vida, e que o deveria faça também por milhares de outras vidas.

One of them hums at my reaction and I can only guess that it to be Santino, he does that a lot. My fingers massage the top of my shots and circle on top of my clit. I am panting hard, and I attempt to open my eyes, only for one of them to place his large hand over my eyes, blocking me from the view. “You like that, Samantha.” It's a statement from Santino, and his damn voice has me creaming my pants.

Fluffy… “Hey, I did not name him that! He requested the name change, and I approved it. His last charge was a young girl who thought he looked more like a Fluffy than a Diablo. Who am I to get in the way of what my Hellhounds want to identify as?” He snorted as if I was the ridiculous part of this entire exchange. Sure… (End of flashback) Sansa wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me into a sizzling kiss. She was a fucking great kisser. I had yet to find something that she was not exceptional at doing. Unfortunately, we did not have much time at all right now.

upset Sansa's emotions were running high, and her voice was accusatory. "They were here to kill you, and I used your presence to capture them," I stated, hoping she understood my intentions. "You are self-centered," she mocked, her tone mocking. "And you are not?" I shot back. "What did I do? The Alpha is torturing me and holding me against my will. How does that make me self-centered?" she inquired, her voice tinged with real perplexity. "You are only interested in your desires. You wanted to marry your boyfriend, but what about me? What have I done to earn your hatred? I haven't even forced you to marry me," I argued, my rage pouring up.

Sansa felt the warm liquid, a testament to their shared transgression, and a deep, visceral satisfaction settled over her. They lay tangled together, Ben still buried deep inside her, his heavy breathing filling the room. Sansa’s body was slick with sweat, her heart pounding a frantic rhythm against her ribs. Bailey lay beside her, her hand still resting on Sansa’s inner thigh, a faint smile on her lips.

The tall man pressed the delicate woman on the operating table, his cold fingers stroked the glands on the side of the other's neck, his eyes were extremely cold. "What does it feel like to be marked by him?" Those hands rubbed heavily against the crimson at the corner of Su Nian's eyes, so strong that it hurt a little. "Looks like I miss it." Shen San's mecha has been improved. It can only be driven by one person, but the cabin can accommodate multiple people, but Shen San regretted it at this time, regretting why he didn't set the single-player mode, he timidly shrank in the corner. I hope I don't have the slightest...

"Now that you are here, better start taking care of me." "Eh?" San was confused who changed in just few seconds. *l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l*

Sane wasn’t really fond of reading the news as he barely had enough time with his duties in life, especially now that his attention was already taken by the utterly alluring girl, Seleen Y. De Castro, and he wasn’t even complaining! In fact, he even liked it. He liked giving her attention, and he also liked being given attention by her. How great it was to be loved by her, to receive all of her little kisses now and there, to see her life, to feel her against his skin, everything about her was addicting for Sane.

Maybe now Bastian will hate her so much. ***

I want her to join from tomorrow," Sanskar said. "Yes, sir,"Daisy said and exited with Swara. "I know there are more beautiful girls than you but not as pure as you. How can someone be so innocent and pure? I know your fucking morals which you won't give up easily but I will love to play with them. Well it might take a lot time to make you mine,but I never back out especially when it's my heart involved. By force or your will,you will definitely be mine, sweetheart," Sanskar muttered to himself. **To Be Continued**

Seeing him and having him reject me would be much worse than not seeing him. “No, now give me your phone,” Santana says. “Why?” I ask, eyeing her suspiciously. “Just give it to me,” she demands. “No.” She'll probably call my mother or, worse, Zayne. “Fine, Sam, what’s his I*******m.”’ She turns to Sam and asks her. I roll my eyes. “She probably doesn’t reme….” “Therealzaynek.” I sigh. I forget Sam is I*******m obsessed and probably remembers usernames in seconds. Santana punches it in and then starts approaching random people.

River asked Jane curiously. "Because young master Spawn had an accident before because of the flower base in his room." There was a tinge of hesitation in Jane's answer. River was even more confused by Jane's short answer so she asked again. "What accident could probably have happened to him, Jane? I mean, what kind of accident?" River asked, more confused. "It's because, when Master Spynx got angry with Spawn. He accidentally threw a flower base at young master Spawn's head, where he suffered a big wound and stayed in the hospital for several months because he was in a coma." Jane answered as if feeling nervous.

Run as much as you want. I can teleport myself anywhere. Hahahahahahaha. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * San’s POV Even if I tried to ignore my breaking heart right now, then my boiling blood was doing nothing to shake off my fury and prevent myself from erupting like an explosive volcano.

“No, it’s better this way. Now, can we change the subject? Please?” Thankfully, Hunter walks back into the room at that moment. “Okay, they are both settled. I gave them the tour. San said she’d take care of Connor’s wounds.” I nod my head. “Good, they can use the sleep.” Hunter settles in the chair next to mine and says, “Connor and I will look through the thumb drive tomorrow. Hopefully, we’ll find something interesting. In the meantime, you should take Santana shopping tomorrow and buy her some clothes. The only clothing we have available is for men. She’s hot, but no woman wants to walk around in men’s clothing.” He mutters with a sly grin. I want to punch him in the face at that moment. The fucker has a girlfriend for crying out loud. Instead, I give him my iciest glare. “What the fuck Hunter. You have a girlfriend, and let’s not forget San and Connor were both attacked tonight. Have some sympathy.” He shrugs his shoulders. “I know I have a girlfriend. But it still doesn't take away from the fact that she’s beautiful. Come on, dude, you know you have a thing for her, and I think she has a thing for you. I mean, other than the fact that she almost stumbled over her tongue when she saw Priest, which you can’t blame her for because the guy’s catnip for women— she couldn’t take her eyes off you.”

◇NO POV◇ sana is fuming with anger because her another plan also gone is vain she hitted the wall angrily azra : are you mad sana what happened to you sana : that's what my problem nothing happening azra : we are already following a plan right now again why you're angry sana : I implemented another one too I thought it will get succeed and she will die but that bitch escaped again azra : what you did sana : she tried to escape wantedly I showed her way near dungeon she entered as per my plan I released poisonous gas inside if Aurthur didn't came in time she might die now but he saved her again

The tears wouldn’t stop. “San,” Marino called out after he placed his arms around me and allowed me to cry on his shoulder. “I think your woman has the hots for me and you need to help a friend out.” I laughed, pulled back, and hit his shoulder. “You’re a goof.” “That’s him. A goof that steals my girl,” Alessandro said from the doorway, his face split by a grin. “Shouldn’t have left me alone with her. The women can’t stop themselves. It’s a gift and sadly San doesn’t have it.”