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I said, looking disgusted. "It's too obvious, Cara! You're too blind to see it." He said, smirking at me. "I don't want to think about that. We're friends. I don't want to feel awkward with him." "Can't you feel anything? Like butterflies?" He said, obviously teasing me. "Stop it! I'm getting goosebumps," I said, avoiding eye contact with him. Carlon laughed then went to the bathroom to take a bath. I went upstairs to look for my mom. I saw her holding a check.

The beginnings of a thought are forming in my head, but before I can voice them, she glances down at her phone and sighs. "Almost five—sorry," she says, seeming genuinely apologetic. "I have to get to work." She tucks the phone into her pocket, then adds, "But maybe I'll see you around sometime when I visit my brother. Bye, Brandon." She waves down at him, smiling. "Make sure you take care of that dinosaur." "I will!" Brandon says brightly, holding up his new friend. "I'll take so much care of him!" Carol chuckles, gives me a nod and a smile, and heads off down the sidewalk. I stare after her, dumbfounded, until I feel a tug at my sleeve.

Bella’s lips twitched, but she had no words. Caro smiled faintly, but her voice carried more heat now. “Let’s be honest, Bella. I will tell you he truth, let me answer to that. Perhaps it's a Truth and Dare game right?" Caro laughed but composed enought. " Well my boyfriend is hot. I bet you can’t even keep your legs together when you sees him. You orgasm just by looking at him.”

" Carol gave me a glaring look "What? What?" "The 2 of you, you both acting weird." She pointed at Mason "Nothing." She narrowed her eyes "You like him?" What?! "No." "So?" "Nothing really." I said and she glared "Oh okay fine.. He told me that he's going to make me fall in love with him because I never fall in l-" "He said that?" Carol cut me "Yeah and he-" "He really said that?" She cut me again "Can you not cut me first?" I pissed

Saw it in the way his jaw clenched, the way his hands flexed at his sides like he was fighting the urge to reach for her. She'd never felt this bold in her entire life. Carol had always been careful, cautious, the good girl who followed the rules and never caused problems. But after days of thinking about him, days of wanting him so badly it hurt, days of avoiding him because she was terrified of what she might do—she couldn't take it anymore. She needed him. Needed to fuck him. Maybe after she did, this obsession would loosen its grip. Maybe once she had him, the fantasy would lose its power and she could move on with her life.

She whined and I nodded kissing her head and let her go so that she could get ready. And I went back into my thoughts. There's something definitely fishy. I just don't have a good feeling. There's something bad going to happen today. I should see to it that Cara, Mom, Dad... Sophie and Dylan... all! Everyone are safe. Caroline's POV "Daniel is this good? Am I looking fat?" I asked him almost for a hundredth time wearing a black skirt. Not too short not too long but I feel like my cheeks are puffed out. Chubby cheeks! Ugh!

They all happened to return to the Langford family mansion at the same time. Carrie was chained up in the basement. Due to the system's backlash, her face, which had previously become beautiful by stealing my luck, had become mediocre again. It was even covered with pustules due to the chaotic energy. Seeing the three of them walk in, a glimmer of hope ignited in her eyes. "Dad, Mom, Egor... save me..." The response she got was the steel pipe in Dad's hand.

she cried, gripping a handful of his hair so hard. “Because you’re my slut, darling,” Trent murmured, blowing hot hair over her pussy and watching her shudder and writhe beneath him. He dove in again, this time burying his tongue in her cunt while stroking her asshole with a finger. He had never taken her there, but Carol loved it when he fingered her rosebud, and considering he was trying to make her forget he had been gambling, Trent was willing to use every trick in his book.

I dismissed it at first, assuming it was nothing more than the warning of my monthly bleed. “I suppose you're right,” Carol replied. “I just said that because my betrothed, Jerome, would also steal me if I tried to run away from him.” She blushed, but I couldn't focus on how adorable her shyness was. The ache in my belly was growing. Carol continued talking, more animated now, telling me about her betrothed, about their plans to marry next winter. All the while, the pain kept getting worse. A sudden, searing twist made me suck in a sharp breath and grunt as I grinded my teeth.

Her words painted a picture of a life filled with promise and love, a life that had taken a sharp turn into darkness. "I was in love, deeply in love," Carol continued, her voice growing softer. "His name was David. We were young and reckless, but we believed we could conquer the world together." Claus could hear the ache in Carol's voice as she spoke of her past love. He could see the shadows of regret that haunted her eyes. "We had dreams," Carol said, a hint of a bitter smile on her lips. "We talked about marriage, about building a life together. But then... then he got to know about how involved I was with El Patrio, the Beast, the organization.