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He wasn’t too keen about her using it in her performance anymore. “Please carefully handover the whip before you come any closer, Cinnamon.” Wayne said as he stretched out his hand. “Why?” “I find it necessary to disarm you first, for my own safety and yours as well.” He replied dryly, his voice dripping with sarcasm. Rose couldn’t hold back the laughter that escaped out of her throat and Wayne smiled at her despite his best efforts to maintain a serious look. He noticed that she had a throaty laugh and it sounded like it came from deep within her soul. It was a sound he didn’t mind hearing every day.

Weaver said and the two said goodbye each going their own way. ... Illiad was ecstatic to see a full grown buck, "Thankyou, Weav." Her crystal blue eyes showed with pride as she looked over the elk. "It's a beauty alright." Weaver said, he had shifted to his human form while he watched his wife work. Illiad had a talent for skinning and cutting up the animals that were killed. Her black hair was braided straight down and reached the curve of her back.

It’s finally a day before my graduation from the Royal Academy and I’ve finished all my exams so Nina decides to take me for a Spa day. “Oh it’s going to be so fun, trust me, by the time you come out, your skin will be glowing more!” I pretend to be excited about it and luckily for me, Andrea comes along so I don't get too bored. “Definitely red nails, they make her skin pop!” Andrea suggests to the nail technician for my nails. After my nails, we make a stop at the hair salon to get me a new wig since the chemo makes my hair fall out. “Hmm Luna, instead of blonde, let's go back to your natural color, brunette !”

I replied, my voice a little distant as my eyes remained fixed on the open report in front of me. "I'm at RSVP grabbing a drink, do you mind joining me?" she asked, her tone playful with just the right hint of persuasion. "Alright, give me thirty minutes,” I said, excitement rushing through me at the thought of finally stepping out of the house. I was meant to have an appointment with my nail tech today, but she’d called earlier to reschedule. Once I wrapped up the report, there was nothing else left to occupy me. *** Scrolling through my phone while sipping my iced Chapman, I turned to Nyla with a furrowed brow. “Okay, help me out—almond burgundy or oval nude? I can’t decide,” I said, holdi

So, no way would I be sexting someone I just met. The rest of the spa day went amazing. My mother had opted for me to get the full make over. My toenails were painted navy blue with a small silver design on my big toes. My fingernails were done in a French manicure with a navy blue and silver design on my ring fingers. My makeup was way darker than I normally would wear it, but I was in love with the smoky eyes the makeup artist gave me. I will have to learn how to do my makeup like this.

“Usually, yes. But with her, I don’t know. She isn’t like the others.” “No, she isn’t. But I still know a good idea when I hear it. Let’s head for my office and we can go through it and talk about it.” As Zane and Jax walked towards the stairs, Zane noticed the sign holding the drink list. At the top there was a new drink, ‘Angel’s Bliss’. At each end of the name someone had drawn angel wings and there was a halo around the capital A. Zane smiled, it was perfect. “What are you grinning about?” Jax asked.

"Did you arrange this?" Elle nodded proudly. "Thank you." I blurted out. "I haven't had a day off from my torturous training in what feels like ages." "Well," Elle grinned. "Better pick a nail colour then." After a relaxing massage, my nails were painted white with a small dark red ruby on each. My hair was washed, massaged, and curled into big waves that fell down my back. My toenails got the same treatment, painted dark red with white swirls.

And Olive could see the remnants of the vans that had brought them to the training ground. “We did that?” she finally managed to ask. “Yes,” Wayne answered. He was lying with both arms underneath his head serving as a pillow and his eyes were closed. His skin was burnt in places, and his face was flushed. Olive on the other hand had no burns but her skin had been split open in several places in small neat cuts. The edge of the skin there was blue and tough, and there was no blood in sight. “How did I get these injuries?” she asked. Wayne opened his eyes then and looked at her. His pupils dilated and his jaw clenched hard. He didn't answer but continued to look over her.

I respond. We were all a lot chattier while getting our nails done. I was nervous about having long nails and not being able to do anything with my hands because I’m not used to them, so I asked the nail tech to keep my nails a very short, sport length. I think she was a little disappointed not to be doing something more glamourous, but I still chose a beautiful pale pink color with silver sparkles and a couple tiny gems by the cuticles. They gave a beautiful feminine feel to my typical bare nails.

His side of lips curled a bit and showed a little smirk. “I don’t know exactly, but you can always try”, I smiled teasingly, put the cigarette back between his lips, and stood up. I snatched the dark cherry nail polish from the bedside table and head to the bathroom while saying to Clayton “Give me 10 minutes to paint my nails while soaking, and then you can come in” “Leave the toenails, dear, I will paint it for you later”, said Clayton.