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I click the message bubble and the conversation opens. It reads: YOU’RE GETTING TOO CLOSE TO STERLING. STAY AWAY FROM HIM! HE’S DANGEROUS!!

Finding his gaze unnerving, she instantly flickered her gaze down. Her cheeks flushed when she realized he wasn’t wearing any shirt. His rugged body resembled a canvas. A number of tattoos spread across his tanned chest. There was a tattoo of a serpent designed on his upper left chest and the other side had roman numbers written on it. Her eyes traveled down his bulging biceps and paused at a tattoo that caused her a tinge of discomfort. Her eyes widened slightly when she noticed the evil symbol, a sigil of Baphomet branded on his bicep. Being a devotee of god, the discovery scandalised her. Why would anyone get that? Not a moment later, she realized it wasn’t the only one, he also had an un

Rana Pratap mumbled in his mind. "What a creation Minerva. The same attitude, same dignity, same fearless nature. A true Moretti." Shaurya was looking at Myra very deeply. His eyes were filled with lust. Nobody noticed that, except a pair of eyes. In the meantime Ragini was continuously passing signals to Shaurya. Once they were done everybody got ready to leave. Sharuya silently gave a smile to everyone and looked at Myra. Myra gave a murderous look that didn't go unnoticed by that pair of eyes. Suddenly Mayabati saw a red patch on Shaurya's cheek. As he had fair skin it was visible. He rubbed as much as possible before coming down for lunch but still a faint strain remained.

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“You’re cute. It’s hard to believe that Luther can fuck a girl like you.” I shot my eyes at him, turning completely red. “Excuse me.??” “You are not Luther’s type.” He eyed me up and down. “Short, slightly chubby, not blonde, a lot of freckles and shy…” I could feel amusement in his voice. It should not have hurt me, but it was hurting me. “He likes supermodels. Have you ever met Winifred?” He asked and Winifred’s images flashed in my head. She was tall, slim, and beautiful. She had prominent features; high cheekbones, long eyelashes, and piercing blue eyes.

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Тургенев, Рудин. КНИ́ГА, -и, ж. 1. Произведение печати (в старину — также рукопись) в виде сброшюрованных, переплетенных вместе листов с каким-л. текстом. Книга большого формата. Толстая книга. Раскрыть книгу. □ [Аночке] предложили посмотреть книгу с картинками. Федин, Первые радости. || Сочинение, произведение более или менее значительного объема, напечатанное отдельным изданием или предназначенное для него. Интересная книга. Написать книгу. □ Наталья должна была каждое утро читать исторические книги, путеш ествия и другие назидательные сочинения. Тургенев, Рудин.

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A permanent scowl plastered on his features, which I've grown habitual to. Honestly, I am so used to it that I feel something is wrong with him if I don't see him with it. Here I was hoping he would be late today, but instead he was earlier than other days. Unconsciously, my orbs roam over his features. His raven dark hair was fringed up in perfection, not even a single strain falling out of the place. His pair of thick dark eyebrows and his distinctive light blue orbs with greyish tinge on the base right below the brows.