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Climbing down from the high, every inch of my apex was still sensitive to his touch. When his lips finally released mine, I opened my eyes to peer into his lust-filled gray ones. That was my best and first orgasm at the hands of a man. A gasp left my mouth when he pulled his fingers out. I looked between us to see my virgin blood coating them, and I felt a blush creep onto my cheeks. “I’m sorry about that,” I muttered, mild embarrassment lacing my voice. Orlando’s smile was unfazed. “This isn’t something I’d be embarrassed about,” he whispered thickly. “This is an honor. Thanks for giving it to me, Arianna.”

Meeting Ariel wasn’t a coincidence, but what if she adds more to his half solved problems. We have heard of brothers fighting, but that of twins are commonly rare; especially for a naïve teenage girl who knows nothing about their strange society. The story contains some Romance/Actions scenes. Rated +16 A fiction story; written by the owner (Vickie Dora). Chapter One (Half Breed) Staring at the long queue ahead of her, Ariel picked up her plastic bucket and went directly to the tap. She was about putting it beneath the tap, when someone hits it, making it fall to the ground.

Ariella watched, entranced by Claudine's suffering. Reid observed, fascinated and impressed by Ariella's cruelty. As Claudine finished writing, Ariella seized the parchment. "Voila, beautiful," Ariella declared, admiring the blood-stained words. Claudine's epitaph read: "Here lies Claudine, broken and forsaken." Ariella's laughter echoed, a chilling celebration of her evil triumph.

CHAPTER 38 Ariella I feel terrible that the NGO nearly watched the shooting of two vicious beasts fighting over a woman who does not love either of them. I thought I was free, but now I am very sure that the beast has a tracker on me, and the worst part is that I do not know where it is. My books, body, pens, and even combs.

“And this is your wife?” “Yes, I’m Liora Wrenford,” Liora replied. “Oh, I’ve heard so much about you. Quite a unique love story—from another man’s ex-wife to Mrs. Wrenford. Remarkable, isn’t it?” “Unique?” Liora raised an eyebrow. “Perhaps. But unique is better than being an old story no one remembers, don’t you think?” “An old story? Darling, you don’t know how the game works here. In this circle, the ones who survive are those who know how to eliminate their rivals—and I always survive,” Arielle said.

Clarisse, needing a distraction, turned to Arielle. "So, Arielle, how are you? How's the new boyfriend? That handsome guy you are seeing?" Arielle smirked, a dark, cynical look passing over her face. "Oh, him? It turns out he was just a gigolo. Nothing more. That’s not even the most messed-up part of it, though. That guy, Mateus, or whatever his real name is, was actually Yvonne’s lover. Her little kept secret." Clarisse and Ian stared at her, stunned. "What?" Ian exclaimed.

’ Maya’s expression changed. “He sees me,” she said quietly. Aria felt cold all over. The phone buzzed again. “Go to the kitchen.” “No,” Maya said immediately. “We are not doing anything he says.” But Aria’s feet moved. Slow. Like something was pulling her. “Aria stop,” Maya said. “I just want to see,” Aria whispered. She walked into the kitchen. Everything looked normal until she saw it. On the counter. Another vase, White lilies, Fresh. Her favourite.

One point Ari, Ares - zero. Just as I nod, he crashes his lips on mine in a needy, breathy, and passionate embrace that has my panties soaked. ----- Thank you for taking the time to read my novel! Like it? Comment below and tell me what you like! Love it? Write me a review! Obsessed? Comment and review and reward me! Let me know how I'm doing! Your feedback is the best reward!

"After the meeting with the potential partner he saw Miss Ara's ex walking down the road. I don't know, he was real pissed he ordered me to get him in the barn." "Barn?" Barn is what they call the storage room where they torture or kill people who won't give answers easily. WHEN the area had been cleared, Ara sneaked out past Vanluke's men. Upon arriving he was already leaving so she decided to go where he was headed. She used the kitchen back door to get out of the mansion. Tiptoeing behind the bushes and trees she arrived at a storage house above the mountain. No one was outside thankfully. Silently she peeped at the door. She couldn't see nor hear anything so she looked for another entran