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She felt like a child who had wondered into an R rated movie. "Our employees are all chosen for their exceptional physical traits. All the men are at least six feet tall, all are younger than thirty, and all are-" Here Mrs. Hartley hesitated, making Emma look up. There was a sparkle in her eyes as she held her hands a little over a foot apart. "-well endowed," she finished. "The ladies are also chosen carefully," she continued. "They are all well-toned and have a bra size of at least DD. A dozen ladies are available for fantasy play, as well as more than twenty males."

My mood plummeted and I took a step back. Lucas looked at me confusedly. "What's wrong?" I took another step back. Why would anyone want me? Why would a filthy, tarnished creature like me be allowed near such beauties? Suddenly, the grass felt cold under my feet. Gasping, I looked down. Right were I was standing was a patch of dead, brown grass. I didn't realize I was crying until a lone tear rolled down my cheek. The brown patch was growing, spiralling outwards from my feet and killing the surrounding grass.

Lucien stiffened, “My lord—” “You will not touch her... “ I said evenly, “.... You will not hunt her, and you will not think... Of claiming her power... “ My gaze locked onto his, “... Anything concerning the girl is mine to decide” Lucien bowed his head immediately, “As you command my lord”. The forest then shifted, I scented it, rotting hunger, madness in disguise. *Ferals* Seven of them. “They have smelled it“ lucien mummured. “Yes, they have... “ I replied, “... And more will follow.

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Warning⚠⚠: this chapter is a bit emotional My mom has been behaving very strange lately, receiving strange calls and crying after receiving those calls. I have tried asking her what it was but as usual, she doesn't open up. "mom I am fade up with all these shit, can you stop crying and tell me what the hell is wrong with you" I said "language", she said Oops!! even in a bad condition she still care about my language. so funny I said sarcastically

Fuck it off. Brian shakes his head and laughs loudly. "I called. knew you had lost your conscience and gotten more bony". "It's the damn full moon", I mutter. "Where's your wolfsbane?", Brian asks. I hunch my shoulders. " I ran out, on my way over" "For real?" Brain scans the area. Lucky for you, there are plenty of lovely women in this area, and we are welcome to use any of the amenities on the rig.

Right now, it was sitting on top of a messy pile of tax receipts, being used as nothing more than a paperweight to keep the drafts from blowing the documents away. A cold, wicked grin spread across my lips. I picked up the fang. Its surface was jagged, cold, and slightly discoloured near the root. I set it down under the direct light of the desk lamp, took out my terminal, and snapped a grainy, unedited photo. I opened the Moonbook app, uploaded the picture, and typed a single caption. Found this old bone on my desk. Someone told me it’s a fang from some unknown wild beast. No idea if it’s real or just rubbish. Anyone know what this junk is worth, anyway?

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“I didn’t hear you coming. Did I wake you?” “I was already awake,” I half lied “Who were you on the phone with?” I asked again. “You’ll never believe it when I tell you,” she said, excitement all over her face. This time I couldn’t fight the smile, but I managed to turn it into a smirk. “Try me,” I responded, waiting for her to continue. “Kimberly Allen. A publisher for Fable Magazine!” I rose my brows at her words. Fable Magazine was a very famous online magazine. A lot of young people enjoy that magazine, but they have something for everyone, so the older generation dabbles with it as well.

someone asked. “I have seen shamelessness, but have never seen this kind of scam. They brought her in claiming she would be joining their project, but they want copyright to all her art?” another asked. “Look at clause Ten. They are allowed to trade the art and hold it on her behalf. Translation, if we manage to borrow it or take it from you, we can keep it for you for eternity,x someone commented “Can this even be considered being a fan? Is this not daylight robbery?”