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"Be honest with me. Even though I drugged you that time, you enjoyed it, didn't you? You should be thanking me. Someone with your looks would never have had the chance to entertain over ten men in one night." After saying that, Lilyanne leaned into Jimmy's arms, his hands squeezing her bottoms. They both admired the photo as if it were a piece of fine art. The flash of the camera, a stark reminder of that horrific night at the bar, sent a tremor of fear through me. Yet, the fury that surged within me, a resilient force, gave me the strength to fight back despite the agony. As Jimmy and Lilyanne engaged in their revolting display, his foot shifted slightly. I seized the moment, lunging forwar

He didn't even raise his voice to sound harsh, “Shut up, Janice.” Miss Lia shot Janice a warning look before turning back to me. “Lyric?” I swallowed hard and stood. The walk to the front felt like trudging through wet cement. I set my painting on the easel, my heart hammering. The colors looked angrier than they had before—jagged reds slashed through deep purples, chaos barely contained on the canvas. It was a painting of a storm, a hurricane, and a tsunami all in one. Perfectly merged together to form the perfect chaos.

Adrenaline pumps through my vein, I turn, ready to rumble and my breath ceases. Shit. Fucking hell. Ben is my opponent.

I turned to look at the mirror which now had a crack, probably from me leaning on it for so long, and saw that my hair was messy as was my makeup and perhaps the most jarring was the hickey on my neck. Gah! Why would Derris do something like this? I didn't even have any makeup with me to cover it up. I was actually a little joyful that he gave me a hickey but how exactly would I explain this to Max? Damn it! Anyway, after minutes of contemplation, I tried my best to use my hair to keep the love bite from sight. Love bite... (Giggles) After tidying up, I stepped out of the bathroom and made my way back to my seat in the main event hall. By then, Black Diamond was up on stage, performing their

𝑩𝒂𝒅 𝒊𝒏𝒇𝒍𝒖𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒔, 𝑮𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒑𝒆𝒐𝒑𝒍𝒆, 𝑮𝒐𝒍𝒅𝒆𝒏 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒔 𝑩𝒓𝒐𝒌𝒆𝒏 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒔, 𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒔𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒔✨✨ _Ujuritaellianna •••

🏤High School Badass💄 (🥀 SUGA HIGH 🥀) By Happy writes ❤️ CHAPTER 1 ❤️ Mum do you really have to do this, Jeanne said as she made way to her mother's room, I said I'm not getting transfered. You have to, after all the troubles you made in your school, do you know what I had to go through?, do you know how much I begged those people because of your troubles?, Julia her mother yelled angrily.

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"You okay? Did he hurt you?" "I'm fine." But she was shaking. Duke turned on Marcus. "You're done. We're getting a restraining order. You come near her again—" "I'll see her again." Marcus straightened his shirt, calm despite three angry bikers in his room. "Because Valentine and I aren't finished. Not by a long shot." "Wanna bet?" Snake moved forward. Marcus smiled. "Go ahead. Hit me. Give me ammunition for assault charges. Or better yet—" He pulled out a tablet. "I could release these."

An hour later, I pulled over to my driveway and went straight to bed but I couldn’t sleep that night, trying to come up with a way to save Alicia. All the good memories came back and played over and over again that night—the memories that I was fighting so had to destroy but kept on failing. The good memories then disappeared, allowing that one bad memory that I had of Alicia to keep on playing. The only memory that always clouded the good memories that I had created with her, that one bad memory that made me hate her so much. The thought of the betrayal that I got from her made me so pissed and felt like whatever that she was going through was what she deserved for deceiving me. I had zero

Travelers came not only to buy but to spy, to test, to mark him. words had reached Vanguard’s men. Hunters were sent. A squad of four approached the shack under cover of darkness. The Bastard Son did not need to see them approach. The air shifted. Shadows deepened. His hands already rested on his knives. They attacked. Steel clashed with steel. Blades hissed. Sparks flew in the firelight. The first attacker fell to the ground, throat cut clean. Another tried to strike from behind. A twist of the wrist, a knee into the jaw, and he staggered back, bleeding.