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Anyway. Mea cried for that last phase. The eyeliner kept making her tear up and her cheeks would get smudged of tears. Her resulting icon was that of a widow at her husband’s funeral. Good thing Miggy still found a way to make her look pretty whilst giving up on the eyeliner.

she glances at the bulge in my pants. "Oh, you’re definitely going to suck my cock, Kira." I rub her parted lips with a thumb. "Wear that lipstick I like tomorrow." Her eyes widen when understanding dawns on her. Did she think this was a one-time thing? I meant it when I said I was going to act out all those fantasies of hers as well as some of my own. ______ Shane’s text message arrives as I reach my car. [I found Grisha’s lackey.] It’s accompanied by the picture of a man stripped to his underwear and strung up the roof of Shane’s favorite spot—the container he prefers to call ‘purgatory’.

But she couldn’t explain it away, not when she looked at his mouth from which two teeth were protruding now. No, not teeth. Fangs! Pointy, sharp fangs like those of an animal. Like a Sabertooth tiger. She couldn’t think it, no, because to think it made it real. It couldn’t be real. It didn’t exist. He didn’t exist, not like that.

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His pace picked up, relentless, his balls slapping against me, and I reached down to rub my clit, chasing the edge. The fans’ bangs got louder, like they sensed something, but it only pushed me higher. “Elon, I’m close… don’t stop.” He growled, thrusting harder, his hand wrapping around to pinch my nipple through the fabric, twisting just enough to make me scream. “Come for me, baby. Let me feel you squeeze me.” And I did, the orgasm crashing over me, my pussy pulsing around him, juices dripping down my thighs as I moaned out more lyrics—” ‘Tear me apart, make me yours’… fuck, yes!”

"Alright, let's go over the plan," Theo said and everyone settled down. "Xania," I got up and winked at Leo who was grinning at me. "Well, I've already started with the paintings. I've already recreated two since the time of my 'theory'. Every painting will have a 'mistake' to show that it's a counterfeit, also the canvases are branded. These counterfeits are the three paintings that are the star of the show so-"

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' She came closer to me and looked at the drawing I showed and laughed while saying, "Even I don't know. I had a dream one day. In that, I saw this." "So every drawing in here is your dream?" "Hahaha. No. But... Some of it." "I wonder how do you get time to draw all these?" "I draw during my weekends." "Ohhh. Then What fandom do you belong to? You have a lot of albums and merch in your room. I couldn't figure out which fandom since you have everything." "Hahaha. You can say... Multifandom. I don't just stick to a certain specific artist. I like music so I just like everyone."

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She was doing this. At the break, Anita appeared with a tray of water and a grin. “The BTS from the café is already at thirty‑two thousand views. People are making fan art of the mask.” Natalie let herself smile. “Already?” “Already.” Anita nudged her shoulder. “You’re trending in California, Not joking.” Fiona’s phone buzzed. She didn’t look at it for three whole seconds. Then she did, and her expression changed minutely. “Adrien, go long for five. Natalie, mirror. Anita, with me.”