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Maximus’ Point of View A girl was standing at the door, panting and out of breath. I guess she ran all the way here. She fanned herself with her left hand while the other was placed on her hip as she continued to intake big gulps of air. "Oh man. My lungs. Burning. So fierce." she said in every other pant. I raised my eyebrows. So this was Pandora Donovan. I was expecting a rebellious grunge looking teenager but I was wrong. She looked normal, a typical skinny jeans and t-shirt kind of girl.

"That's the way the boss wants it. They'll never be able to sort out which bullet killed who. On my mark—three, two, one." The silenced shots sounded like a series of muffled puffs of air. When they stopped, the man who'd spoken before said, "Let's get the pictures so we've got our proof. The boss was pissed we missed before. He's waiting outside for us to finish. These people could blow everything wide open." Someone flipped on the bedroom light and Gabe heard a string of curses. "What the fuck? What's going on here?" "Shit. What is this?" "The booby prize gentlemen." Gabe stepped in and pressed his gun to the leader's head. "Randy? I think we want to immobilize our guests, turn off the lig

A dam I thought insurmountable. I didn't just want to possess her. I wanted her to be mine. And there is a world of difference between the two. A dangerous world, where the hunter risks being devoured by his own prey. I hold her sleeping body tighter against mine, as if to anchor this thought, to push it away. But it's there, persistent. I burned everything to have her. Now, I must keep the flames from consuming us both. Or learn to love the burn

If I remembered correctly, he was the same man I accidentally bumped into at the coffee shop earlier. What a coincidence that we met again at this bar... My eyebrows shot up when I heard his name. I secretly laughed when I saw a tall and handsome man approaching. "Hey, any problem here, Ymir?" the man asked in a deep voice as he walked towards our table. "Here. This dickass just harassing this... poor woman. Get him out of your bar," Ymir said, glancing at me for a moment before pushing the harasser away. The bouncers quickly took care of the situation.

Selena’s P.O.V. After a quick nap, I wake up to find James working on his laptop, sitting beside me. His brows are furrowed, his sharp jawline clearly noticeable in the glow of the screen. How does he always look so effortlessly hot and handsome? I shake my head, trying not to stare, but it’s impossible. As my phone vibrates, I pick it up from beside me. It’s a text from Stella. Stella: Bonfire and dinner are ready.

"What the hell is he talking about? I'll return the favor by cooking for him. Tss, maniac!" When Adam finally left, she quickly headed to the bathroom to take a shower. After almost half an hour, she finished taking a bath. She immediately went to her room to get dressed. Meanwhile, she heard the message alert tone of her cellphone. She was certain that it was Sapphire who texted her, so she lazily grabbed her phone and read the text message. "In my bed naked. I want to have phone sex with you. - ADAM WHITLOCK, CEO OF WHITLOCK'S GROUP OF COMPANIES

He pick up the call. Hunter doesn't know what his friend heard, because his now furious friend cursed and stuffed his phone inside his pocket. "We have to go now. The house is on fire." "What?!" Hunter's voice came out as a whisper. 'The house' was the place where they keep their all weapons and documents. He gritted his teeth before standing up and stomping out of there, followed by Kaiden. __________________ "Don't you have anything to say to me?" Arjun asked after his staring contest with his best friend.

Our breasts pressed together, nipples brushing, bodies flushed and burning. I brushed damp strands of hair from her flushed face and whispered hotly against her swollen lips: “We’re nowhere near done, baby. I want you dripping and begging before I’m through with you tonight.”

So Bonnie is her name? “Great, you’re so sweet,” she seductively said. She even slightly tapped Rexon’s shoulder, which only responded with a smile. “Dude, how about Dawzon? Can’t you get in touch? How many weeks has he been gone?” Skye asked him while eating his pizza. “He texted me,” he replied sparingly. He looked down for a moment, pouring himself a drink and bringing the alcohol to his lips. I silently watched what he was doing while not knowing that my heart was beating so fast.