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The position of these cameras was not one to be easily discovered even by supernaturals so he knew that it was definitely a high tech thing. He hated that each time a spy was killed or kidnapped, those two letters seemed to mock him, a coded message hidden in plain sight. It was as if the universe was taunting him, daring him to connect the dots. He had seen the pattern emerge in the aftermath of each incident, but it wasn’t until he stumbled upon the name of a billion-dollar company that the pieces began to align.

I stared at my phone, and the picture of Connor and I kissing in my car before we left to go nap at his house. Someone had taken the picture through one of the classroom windows by the looks of it. There was only a single caption over the photo. Guess who's the ultimate fuckboy? "What the hell is this, why would someone do that?" Connor shrugged towards me, a bewildered look on his face. "I know right, they took away the snapchat hotdog filter, and now this!?"

She crept quietly toward the open door, hid in the dark shadows, then looked inside. Buck stood in the center of the dusty barn, working late into the night. He was repairing a broken carriage wheel. He looked incredible. He wore dirty brown trousers and a thin linen shirt, unbuttoned to his stomach. His thick skin was covered in dark engine grease and dripping sweat. Every time he swung his iron mallet, his huge back muscles flexed with power. Frostina stood still in the shadows for a minute, shamelessly admiring his rugged masculinity with wide, hungry eyes.

I bet you look good in it, too. The bass from the party downstairs thumps through the mattress, a slow, steady beat that matches the pulse in my cock. I lie there, alone in the dark, waiting for the next buzz and it comes too quickly. Barnabythebear: Tomorrow at the rink by 8 PM. Come if you want *wink emoji*

The message app was open. The profile picture was him. Shirtless, that same lion tattoo on his chest I’d seen when he mowed the lawn without a shirt last summer. Username confirmed: DominantDaddyRex. Hundreds of messages. Fans begging for customs. Girls sending nudes. Payment notifications rolling in. I clicked the media tab almost on autopilot. There he was.

Toby asked, a smile rested on his face as Yara looked at him in perplexity. "Barnes?" She asked, Toby nodded in affirmation. "Yeah Barnes. The guy smiling like a creep behind you." he said the last sentence with a playfully, popping the two cans of soda open before handing one to Yara. Yara spurned around almost spontaneously, staring jaw drop at him. Barnes? The writer of the best-selling book, the guy who most mystery thriller readers wanted to meet up with. He was damn popular but never revealed his face to the media except vague pictures of him on his rimmed glasses and eccentric dressing.

Quitman looked at him with an extremely angry expression: "What happened last night? Haven't you embarrassed our family enough?" After speaking, a teacup was thrown at his feet. The high-quality blue ceramic teacup shattered into pieces. Bucky lowered his head and said, "I will handle it well." After speaking, he resolutely turned around and looked down. Mr. Quitman was so angry that he was trembling. "Bucky!" Guinevere chased after him for a few steps, but couldn't catch up; she could only watch Bucky go down to the garage in the basement. She sighed, turned her head to look at Mr. Quitman: "Dad, the paparazzi always like to exaggerate. Bucky is an adult; he also has his limits."

Only his heavily tattooed arms and neck gave away the bad-boy side to the deadly beast underneath. “Bunny, the tech-wiz.” “Hi!” Bunny instantly waved back, a wide grin splitting his lips. Bunny was the kind of person you’d expect to find in a grandma’s basement. A little chubby, but not overly so, and a face that made all the girls swoon. He had kind, blue eyes, a killer smile, and with sandy blond hair, he was practically irresistible. Despite being patched in, he was the youngest patched member there was, even younger than some of the prospects. But he’d proven his worth to the club on more than just one occasion. No, he couldn’t shoot straight to save his life and he didn’t know a bolt fr

I lowered my head. I don’t know why their statement still hurts, I should have been used to it by now. Ever since Leon started embarrassing me publicly with Kenna, I’ve become the school’s biggest joke. So why did this still sting? Jaxton pushed a classroom door open for me. “You can stay here to cool off a bit” he said. Thank you, I answered softly “Why did you help me?” I asqed softly “Becasue someone had to” he replied as he slipped his hands into his pockets.

Jeremy pov: The shrill sound of my alarm woke me up at 5 am. I may not be everyone's cup of tea, but I'm definitely a morning person. As I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes and grabbed my phone, I checked my I*******m feed. Right at the top of my feed was Steve's story. Curiosity piqued, I clicked on it, only to see a scantily clad Nancy and a shirtless Steve lying on Steve's bed. As my eyes roamed over Steve's chiseled physique, I couldn't help but feel a tingle. Quickly snapping myself out of my reverie, I put my phone away.