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“Shouting that it was enough or too much, or whatever.” “Kris,” I told him. “That was Kris Moore, the king’s advisor.” “How do you know that?” Travis asks me, not in a rude way, but he’s genuinely curious, I can tell by his tone. “I met him when they visited the village. That other guy who came out to stop him from yelling is Zeke Winters.” I realize I don’t know what Zeke’s job is. He’d been so shocked to see me, I thought he’d actually become even paler somehow.

I tried shifting to grab it, but a lightning stab of pain shot through my ribs. I hissed through my teeth. “Blyad…” That didn’t stop me. I reached again, slower this time, ignoring the sharp pull in my side. My fingertips brushed the edge of the phone, before I huffed and grabbed the cord, dragging the phone with a small tug. It felt in my palm, before I even realized what I was doing, my thumb dragged across the screen, unlocking it. I scrolled straight to her contact. Video Call- Kratoska. My finger pressed the icon like a reflex and the phone rang twice before it flickered into a blur. The video was pixelated from low signal, her lamp only dimly lit.

“None of them will ever find out what happened between us. I’d make them all go out with me to a bar or anything.” “Okay,” I replied with a fragile tone, nodding my head serially. Kris was literally breaking down with all the pressure, I could see it in his eyes. He took a deep breath and sighed. I gripped his cock and rubbed the tip of it softly, Kris’ body shivered with a quick shockwave. “I trust you,” I spoke with a whisper. He smiled and pulled up his wet underwear from his ankle, planting a kiss on my forehead before walking outside the bathroom.

Solana's POV I walked towards the unit and when I got in I saw Kris in the living room watching an interview with one of the artists that she handles. "Hi," I greeted them and sat beside her. "Hi," she responded her eyes still fixated on the TV. "How's the party?" she asked then looked at me. "Tiring," I said then leaned my head on her shoulder. Kris wrapped her arms around my shoulder and then softly caress it. "Dis you see Alton there?" she asked.

I moved backward wanting to hear what Luna Iris was about to say because I knew that she was talking about me but unfortunately, my hand hit the hand washer dryer, and the voice stopped, "Who is there?" "hey, pals, just this for today, I know I have been too slow on the update when it comes to the story but please bear with me, and don't forget to subscribe and leave a review for me, while waiting for this update, you could try my newly completed book, "the alpha is my mate," if I am not asking for too much please, also leave a review here,"

“I remember you again, Maria. Your favorite book with your youngest brother James. Okay, get rid of the past. It won't get any better while I'm making my masterpiece. ” Moments later Victor noticed the woman sitting in front of him. Victor swallowed and smiled. “I am Krisha Armstrong, how about you?” the girl held out her hand and so did Victor. “Victor Luis Smith, so you like The Alchemist book?” "Actually I am not a fan of him, but I love this book." "Really, It's my favorite." “Oh nice! What a coincidence, Victor. Are you an Asian? ” “Half blood. How about you? ”

He was trying to break me so that I retaliated and stooped to his level. “I don't care who I was or who I am to you. You have no claim over me now. You've had what you wanted. You got rid of me, so do me a favour and stop talking about it. In fact, I think you are jealous of the life I have built here and around the triplets. Or else tell me, who would be so invested in someone he claims he hates? I have nothing to say to you, Kris. The only thing I have to say is that you should be tired by now. You tried to get rid of me, but I bounced back, and that will forever be a trigger for you. But don't worry, I'm hoping you heal. Now, enough of your boring talk and leave.”

“No surprise there. You’ll probably die alone with that stick up your ass, spoiled brat.” “And why would you tell them I’lol pay your debt.” “Because you’re useless to me otherwise.” Her words hit that soft spot where it always does and my eyes sting. She throws her hands up in exasperation. “And now you’re going to cry like a loser. Some things don’t change. You better wipe those eyes and stop embarrassing yourself.” “What do you want, Crysta?” She reaches out, her claw-like hand grabbing my wrist. Her grip is surprisingly strong but her voice is casual.

My sister, Kelly Sutton, was totally lovestruck. The night her longtime crush finally said yes, she begged me not to tell our parents about their date. She stayed out all night, and I covered for her. Kelly was so happy, I couldn't help being happy for her. Three months later, she jumped off the roof of our apartment building. Dad had a heart attack and died on the spot. Mom never smiled again. Eventually, she ended up in a psychiatric hospital. More than a decade later, after I became a cop, I dug up an old case that made my blood run cold. Kelly's crush, Calvin Tilley, was a psychopath who used love as bait to deliberately spread HIV, destroying young women's lives. That was why my

And unexpected, he crashed his lips against mine as he kisses me breathlessly. “I love you, Tamara,” He said with so much sincerity after we unlocked from the intense kiss. “I love you more, my celebrity crush,” I replied and we both erupted in deep laughter. . . . The End.