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Scarlett had just showered, moisturised and finished blow-drying her hair when Elijah returned. Her heart skipped a beat seeing him stood there. She could still smell their earlier antics on him, not missing how his eyes ran over her. Wearing an oversized off-shoulder top with princess Mulan on it and black leggings, she looked good he thought. He didn’t miss the fact that she wasn’t wearing a bra, the thought only making his dick throb. Her smooth creamy skin was on show and the marks he had left were already beginning to fade slightly, by tomorrow afternoon they would probably be fully gone he thought. He liked his mark on her…

Mali screamed, Anika closed her eyes, while the rest where holding their giggles It's been five minutes after her make up done, she hasn't realized that she was busy in her thoughts, Mali called her n number of time all she got was silent, her lil sister gazing the mirror deeply "Wait why is your cheeks red" came lil voice, all others i.e. the clan elders had already left, looked at her cheeks "Ho, now I understand where she was a lot, the cheeks says it all," said John, who had barged in while Mali was doing her makeup, he sat there entertaining the girls Everyone at one "Shivaaaay" they dragged his name in a teasing way making her blush more "And what we call natural blush, didn't I tell y

I pressed cigar ashes onto my palm. Did it hurt? Was Taryn hurt?

Her tears spilled freely now, her face raw with the weight of memory. Liora’s own eyes stung. Her voice came out small, uncertain. “Luna… my mark was faint too. When I was little, I could hardly see it at all. But as I grew older…” She hesitated, then pulled her sleeve back once more, baring the glowing crescent to the Luna’s tearful eyes. “…it began to spread. To burn brighter. To grow.” Loretta’s hand flew to her mouth. Shock flooded her face, chasing away the grief, and for a moment she simply stared as though the world had tilted. “Goddess above… just like her.”

I’d never been much for wearing a lot of makeup, just mascara and if I felt I needed something extra, then a bright red lipstick. Mark had been late, holding one single white rose, and looking sexy in a dark blue shirt and black, tight jeans. The blue had made his eyes look like the ocean on a clear, sunny day, his skin looked tanned, and his smile was contagious. We had talked for hours before remembering to eat and we had seen each other every day since that night. ‘You okay babe?’ I jump before feeling Mark’s arms caressing me from behind, and I lean into his heat and smell of oakmoss, bergamot and something else...

Red flips him off, but he’s grinning. Red stands, hand on hip, glaring playful death. “Watch it, stripper boy.” “By the way,” Knox adds, jerking his thumb at Blaze, “he’s totally gay and a full-time Magic Mike. Owns it harder than his thong collection.” Blaze strikes a pose, hand on hip, blowing a kiss. “Sunshine, I own that I’m a gay stripper. Pays the bills, keeps the boys happy, and my ass looks fantastic in glitter. Keep throwing shade, I’ll just reflect it back in sequins.”

​"Now, Aris!" ​As the doctor quickly hooked up the leads and adjusted the sensors, I stood back, my hands trembling. I stared at her neck. The Mark, that beautiful curse that had started all of this, was no longer its usual faint silver. It was pulsing. A toxic, bruised violet light emanated from her skin, casting an eerie glow across the underside of her jaw. It looked like a living thing, a parasite gorging itself on whatever was left of her spirit. Just like it did with the void.

Emma moaned, pushing her back toward the wand, the plug shifting inside her as her hips rocked. “Almost done,” Mark said, voice calm and certain. He moved the tip down the small of her back, filling in the spaces between the words, making the lettering bold and permanent-looking. The third baby kicked hard beneath her skin, right where the ink would sit, and she felt it as if the new mark was claiming that spot too. “There. Done. It looks so real now, even though it will wash off in a week or two. But the feeling… that’s forever.”