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The promise of another day in the wild beckoned. Taylor stared at her, scanning through her outfit looking at her from her head down to her feet, Amy was putting on cargo pants with a pink crop top that exposed her hot cleavage paired with black boots in no time Amy noticed that she was looking at her and brought out her hand to shake Taylor as she introduced herself " Hi I'm Amy " but Taylor couldn't shake her as she tried to hide the paper but not so fast, Amy's attention was now on the paper. "Not so fast mind if I see that, " Amy said. Taylor did not hesitate to give her the paper and she read it to herself and was shocked after reading the paper. Then she decides they keep it to themsel

I smiled at him, took care of my things, and went out of his car. He didn't answer me, drove fast, and in a split second, I couldn't see his beautiful car, but I paused before I could enter the house. "What exactly do you want from me? Why are—-you being so nice to me?" I asked with no idea. ---- The Amity Society is an organization led by Terrance Ryle Borja. A hidden organization where they do a favor for those millionaires who wanted help with what they need. On a building that seems to be a bar.

His brown eyes resemble pools of chocolate pudding and his full facial beard and mustache that is kept close to his face, I want to his facial hair to leave burn marks all over my body as he goes down all over my skin. Bad Liam, keep those naughty thoughts buried deep down in the pit of my stomach buried since no one and I mean no noe is going to want to love me; the gay stuttering homeless loser; hell my own parents couldn't love me for me when bared soul and myself to them. "Hello darling," Amy greets as she stands from Phillip's lap to confidently walk toward me. "H-h-hi m-m-m'am," I greet on a whisper as she stops in front of me.

"It could be if someone wanted to make it appear otherwise. Create doubt about timing, about paternity, about our entire relationship." Jake felt a chill run down his spine. "You think he'd go that far?" "I think Marcus Blackwood is a man who's lost everything and blames me for it," Amity replied grimly. "Desperate people do desperate things." As if summoned by their conversation, Amity's phone rang. David's name appeared on the screen. "Shouldn't you be on your honeymoon?" Amity answered, forcing lightness into her voice. "Fiji airport WiFi," David replied tersely. "Amity, we need to talk. There are photos circulating on social media of you and Jake outside what appears to be a medical clin

While Ariel was beside Alpha Damien, he looked at her with pure disgust and noticed her appearance – she was looking really pale like a ghost, her nails were dirty, her hair looking so unkempt, she had dirt on her cloth, her eyes were looking so weak like they could shut close at any time, and not to forget how she was looking starved and unhealthy. He wondered how she was still able to go about her daily chores because to him, she looked like she could die any second from then. The Alphas kept on discussing and bragging about their various victories, while Ariel just knelt down, looking at them. What is wrong with Alpha Damien? First, he punished me by making me stand beside that pervert, a

Damen’s daughter’s husband said. Zahir looked behind him, finding himself surrounded by knights. Amor Blaze. I didn’t like that man. He matched Damen’s strength. Although Damen clearly held back when he was fighting against him. I tried to control him wholly, but even after dying, I could completely control Damen. But it wasn’t Amor’s strength that made me dislike him — it was his soul print — Amor Blaze’s soul print was brighter than normal souls. Much brighter, as if he was carved out of pure light with no mix of darkness at all. Such souls had no place in my dark utopia.

Amy took her sweet time to join me, and I could clearly sense how upset she was when she sat down to my right. “Kujo, this is Amy. She’s afraid because she doesn’t know you, but she still wants to help you,” I said. “So please, let her do it.” In the pause that followed, Amy stiffened, frowned and then gaped, eyes like grapefruits on the corner. “What is it?” I asked, bringing my voice down. “It— It sat down and sort of changed its shape. It’s trying to look friendly!” She leaned forward. “Careful,” said one of the Blotters through my phone.

He was so close I could smell expensive tobacco, rain, and a raw, heavy musk that made my pulse hammer in my throat. "I'm Franco," he murmured, his gaze dropping to my mouth. "And I think Lyle just made the biggest mistake of his pathetic life. He thinks he broke you. I think he just let you off the leash." The heat radiating off his body was a physical weight. I had just lost my husband, but standing this close to Franco, the only thing I felt was a sudden, violent ache between my thighs. He held out a heavy, matte black invitation. "The Apex Bloom. It's a survival game for the elite. The prize is a billion pounds. But it doesn't reward beauty, Lolita. It rewards the hunger of a woman who h

Jessica: “Okay. Bye, daughter. I Love you!” The crowd parted to make room for Amy and her crew with their cameras, lights, and microphones. As Amy got closer, she gagged and covered her nose. The girl’s smell was so strong that she could smell “The People’s Victim” - which was what she was starting to think of Crystal as long before she saw her. Amy didn’t want to be here, but she had received the order from her boss, and he didn’t take no for an answer. The People’s Victim was curled up on the floor. She was covering her head with her hands, and she was whimpering. Her hair was a mess, there were scratches all over her body, and there was blood. In this condition, she almost didn’t look hum

Instead, I went to my father—but he forbade me from stepping in, we do not interfere with human ordeals, he had said. I'd still left an anonymous note describing what I had walked in on in the bathroom, but then I found out later that same day that I'd been too late—he was already gone. And those boys? They were only expelled, and that was only because one of them confessed. But, what kind of justice is that? And since when does rape not warrant jail time? Amaris lays down next to the creek in her wolf form, resting her head on her paws, her ears twitching this way and that, likely listening out for any kind of a threat that could be lurking within the coverage the dense forest supplies.