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Suddenly a mischievous idea came to mind,I grinned taking out the fake robot chrockroaches I made, how about a little prank. I tiptoed to Stacey's room opening the door gently I peeped in to see if she was awake. After making sure she was asleep, I stepped into the room, i gently walked closer to her bed,, lifted her shirt and dropped the chrockroach on her back then left the room. I did the same to Erick and Jace before turning on the robots with the little remote in my hand The chrockroaches began crawling all over their bodies while they woke with a start, they started screaming trying to get the fake bugs of their bodies while I rolled in laughter

With a scowl, she lunged forward and gave me a hard shove. Caught off guard, I stumbled back and crashed into a massive display cabinet filled with bottles of expensive wines and liquor.

Layla scrambled back in terror, but it was too late. My claws ripped her dress, revealing the pale skin of her back. It was smooth. Flawless. There was no scar. And Myrna... Myrna had a hideous scar running from her left shoulder to her right hip. The scar I had touched a thousand times, but never once asked where it came from. "Moon Goddess," I collapsed. "What have I done?" "You regret it now?" Layla sat on the floor, her eyes filled with malicious glee. "It's too late, Clark. It's far too late."

Chapter 57 (Who is the cheat?) ~Red Fox Clan~ “Macho, I think you need to hear Brittany out first before passing your Judgment. Finding her bracelet there might just be a coincidence, what if someone else had dropped it there.” Scorpion spoke out angrily at Macho who paid no attention to him. He picked up a cigarette and lit it, dragging it in and puffing out a ball of smoke. They are actually in Macho’s suite; after he smacked her making her pass out, he became filled with rage and took the clan members some time to calm him down. They picked Brittany up and took her to the clan clinic, leaving Scorpion alone with him.

She jerked the door open, and Scars grinned down at her, all sexy-hot muscles and devastating charm. He was wearing well-worn jeans, a tight blue t-shirt that made his eyes stand out in that hard, scarred face even more, a jean jacket, and his Road Devils cut on top. In one hand, he held a large pizza box; she saw a bottle-shaped paper bag tucked under his arm. He was so achingly huge and strong, and the way he just towered over her in her bare feet made Zoe feel impossibly feminine and fragile.

I tried to breathe but couldn’t when he was holding me tight. “I’m sor…” “Camille…!” I froze when Maura shouted. Shocked, Scott’s eyes moved down to the wig on the ground and then moved back to my face. My heart lurched when his fury sprang to life. “How Dare You?!” he hissed out and shoved me away from him. “Damn it!” “She managed to find a job by disguising herself.” Maura sneered. “This ugly rat needs a good lesson, baby.” “Who’s the owner of this restaurant?” Scott said impatiently, looking across the hall.

"Unseemly, every last one of you." Nonetheless, Jackie strode up just then, still clutching his face as he snapped, "You fool! You'll pay for causing trouble here in Norsedam. This man here is Scorpion, a member of the Airbreakers, the biggest gang here in this city! Get down on your knees and lick my shoes, or I'm killing you!" "You heard him—on your knees, lick his shoes!" Scorpion came to his senses and glowered at Frank threateningly, stomping one foot on the chair beside Frank while brandishing his metal bat.

What I am offering you is something you'll never get by being a doctor at Best Diagnostics. Apart from owning your hospital, you will still be the doctor of the Black Scorpions, which means that I'll pay you a very, large sum every month. Think about it. You're beautiful, you're strong, you're brave. You are fit to be the mistress of Andre Scorpion. You are fit to be the madame of the Black Scorpion Mafia Gang.

Before Scar could avoid it, he had pushed her onto the couch. "Let me go!" Scar warned but the scold turned to moans under the drug. “I already paid. Let's have fun tonight, beauty.”His hands started traveling on her young delicate body, and every touch increased the disgust from her heart. 'No! I have to get out of here!' As his greasy ugly face magnified before her, Scar collected all her strength and hit her right knee up and landed on his groin. "Ouch! You bitch!" With a loud groan, the old man stammered back, holding his groin. Scarlett immediately took the chance to make a run away from him.

Her hands were everywhere—on his hips, on his back, squeezing his shoulders. “Ann,” he moaned again. He couldn't hold off much longer. He wasn't strong enough. He wasn't noble enough. He wasn't— “Ohhhhhhhhhhhh!” She convulsed beneath him, her body arching off the sofa as she screamed. Her fingers bit into his back, nails raking his skin, but he didn't care. All he knew was that she'd found her release, and it was good, and for the love of God, he could finally...