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It seemed Jessica was satisfied with her assistant's report, but before she could give her the next order, someone approached her, causing her to pause what she was about to say. It was none other than her husband's boyfriend, and the artificial lights installed around the place allowed her to observe his appearance from head to toe. The black-haired man was wearing a short-sleeved shirt. The color of the shirt was a bright red gradient at the bottom, then faded at the top, and because the front of the shirt was unbuttoned, Jessica could see a simple white t-shirt under his shirt. On the front of the white t-shirt, there was a large print of the side profile of a lion's head. The red shirt w

Making my way to my room, I slipped into my black tactical shirt, pants, boots and gloves readying to head out to what me and the guys called the maze. Sending a text to Papa and Madre that I was leaving and to let Val know, I jumped into my Subaru WRX and took to the wild terrain of my back yard. The bumps and dips toggled me and loosened up my body so that I could enjoy the hunt. I grabbed my walkie and let out a howl, waiting for a signal to go at any moment. "The motherfūcker is back! You're clear to enter into the game Claymore." The nickname given to me by my brothers in arms was code for battle. I clipped the walkie to my Molle webbed belt and picked up my knives sliding them into the

“I hope so.” She seemed to remember she was supposed to be selling him something. “These shirts are pretty basic. The ones with the custom embroidery are over there. Are those more your style?” “Actually, I’m wanting something simple. And without sounding boring, I’m looking for white or black.” “Classic choices.” She eyed the breadth of his shoulders. The length of his arms and torso. Then pulled out four shirts. Two white, two black. “These are the same brand but the fabric weight is different. Try them on. The dressing rooms are back by the boots.”

Josh was holding a Zippo close to the fuse and saying: “Come on, kid. We just wanna check your dance skills. Prom’s coming and you gotta learn the moves, you know.” The rest of The Retaliators guffawed. “Maybe we should tie it around his waist,” said George, who was one of the meanest and scariest of Josh’s friends, because of his shaved head and a round cigarette burn-scar in his left check. George had also given himself the alias Bullseye, based on Daredevil’s arch nemesis in the Webflix series, and because he was the proud owner of the most fearsome slingshot in the country. It was gun-accurate up to fifty meters and had victimized many a poor kid and even some adults.

I turned to him. “I’m coming with you.” He immediately shook his head. “That’ll be dangerous.” “Not for me,” I said simply. I turned and headed back to his car. When I returned, I had the briefcase in hand. “What’s that?” Ryker asked, eyeing it. I crouched and opened it with a click. Inside, sleek black fabric gleamed beneath the foam lining, along with a compact weapon tucked into a custom slot. “These are adaptive clothing sets—for shifters,” I explained. “They morph with our wolf forms and mask our scent from humans.”

I'm searching for Steve amidst the chaos, but he's nowhere to be found. "Who are you looking for, baby boy?" says a voice, interrupting my thoughts. I look behind and there he is; Steve, standing right in front of me. A smile spreads across my face as my heart races with excitement. He was standing just inches away from me. His football jersey hugged his toned body in all the right places, showcasing his perfect build. His sleeveless arms were on full display, revealing biceps that would make any girl or boy weak in the knees. And don't even get me started on his abs; the shirt was sticking to them with all the sweat, making my heart race faster.

And then she realized she was naked. She glanced around the room and noticed on the make-up table behind her a small, neatly folded pile of clothes. Her black pumps sat atop them. They weren't the sweater and skirt she had worn in, she was sure of that. She unfolded the clothes, shook her head, and smiled. She slipped the t-shirt over her head. It was sheer and about two sizes too small. Her silver dollar size areolas were clearly visible. She was afraid her rock hard, gumdrop sized nipples were going to shred the material apart. The shirt tied into a knot under her breast, leaving her toned stomach exposed. On the upper left chest portion of the shirt was the Phi Jamma Slamma emblem with th

My shirt and shorts are still sitting neatly folded at the end of the bed. His steady gaze holds mine as he rises to his feet. "I'll turn around so you can change." I release a nervous breath as he crosses his arms over his chest before turning his back to me. For a heartbeat, I stand there, strangely paralyzed before shaking myself out of the mental stupor and grabbing the soft T-shirt. I hold it up and take a better look at it. Western Wolves Hockey. My fingers trail over the navy embossed letters. I peek at him to make sure his back is still turned before bringing the shirt to my nose and inhaling.

The one in front wore a blue cap and what looked to be a flannel jacket, and was conversing with Tando directly. ".... ain't never seen anything like this" he was saying, chin thrust slightly upwards at the hulking Shifter, perhaps in an instinctive display of defiance against what he surely recognized as death itself. "Is this really what ya want? I mean, I'm happy to oblige ya either way, but... really? Selling out one of yer own kind? Ya realize that anything goes as far as what we do with 'im, right?"

“Elena and I found each other through a shared passion for the environment. Her work amongst plant science is something the Silverton Foundation is proud to support. He lied with the grace of a professional. It made me sick. “Mrs Silverton!” Another reporter yelled. “Some are calling you the Billionaire’s Curvy Consort.’ How do you feel about being a body positivity icon for the elite? I froze. Curvy Consort. The words were meant to be kind, but they felt like a mockery. The sea of thin women in the front row kept their judgmental eyes scanning my emerald green dress that strained at my hips. Speak Elena, my mind whispered. Don’t let them define you.