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She quickly went back inside, feeling a sharp pain she couldn’t explain. “Babe, come on, let’s go to the bedroom and continue this. I’m a little tipsy.” Gabriel carried Jennifer to their room, laid her on the bed, and kissed her again. She responded eagerly. He took off her top and bottom, kissed her passionately, his hands and lips exploring her body until he finally entered her. They both grew exhausted and eventually fell asleep.

Fabian sat alone in the dark living room long after midnight, loosened tie hanging around his neck, untouched whiskey resting beside him. His phone buzzed continuously on the table. Maxine. Again. Again. Again. Fabian finally silenced the phone completely. For years, he had convinced himself Maxine was the woman he could never forget. But now? Now every call from her only reminded him of what he had destroyed. ⸻ The next morning, Claire woke up peacefully for the first time in days. No anxiety twisting inside her chest. No fear of disappointment waiting around the corner. Just silence. Soft, gentle silence.

Thank you for reading. Chapter soundtrack: Over used by Clara Mae ft Gnash

At midnight, my phone buzzed. Clara: Everything’s ready. Two days from now, you vanish.

"Why hasn't Alessia brought the cake yet? Is she trying to embarrass me on purpose?" Salvatore frowned. "I'll go check." He shrugged off Valentina's hand and headed upstairs with a dark expression. When he pushed open the bedroom door, the timid figure he expected to see wasn't there. The room felt strangely empty. His gaze fell onto the two documents on the bedside table. One was the prenuptial contract from seven years ago. The other was the divorce agreement he had just signed. "Do you really think you can play me, Alessia?" Salvatore let out a cold laugh as he tore the document to pieces. Then, he pulled out his phone and dialed my number. "Sorry, the number you have dialed is currently

Undecim's chosen spot was out of camera view. In that corner, Olivia arranged green leaves to form a zero. The hidden message was, "Let's meet tomorrow night at midnight."

I know that it has taken me a long time to get to this point but I'm ready now. I'm not even sure who the leader of this pack is. I don't even think they have one. The pack is having a meeting to decide on its future. It has been a week since the attack. It has been so quiet. Those that were injured are finally healing with the power of Landon and me. We healed all those that we were able to. There were innocent lives lost but their lives will be celebrated.

The hurt was gone, but the scars were still there. I did not want to spend my life angry. I decided to forget, look ahead, and keep moving. The last spark of hope in Matthias's eyes faded as he forced a sad smile. "I understand. I'll tell Walter what you said." "I..." His voice broke. "I'll move out from the house next to yours and won't bother you again." "Okay." "Can I ask if you’ll ever come back?" "It's hard to say what the future holds, but I haven't thought about coming back for now."

I didn’t have the energy to make decisions. Of course, pre-gaming happened in his room. Lights off, music up and cups filled. Any number of pre-game activities could go down. There was dancing, rapping, singing, and making videos while we got to a state of mind where being around a bunch of people felt good instead of overwhelming. My grief and his PTSD made a great pairing.

My body felt heavy and boneless, every muscle relaxed in that delicious post-orgasm glow. I lay on my side in the middle of my rumpled bed, the sheets damp beneath me from how hard I had come. My phone rested on the pillow right beside my ear, Bryan’s breathing soft and steady through the speaker, a comforting rhythm that matched my own slowing heartbeat.