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He kisses her upper thigh and moves his fingers over her clit. "Let's find your g-spot" and draws a circle on her clit with his thumb. He continues to draw circles making Daisy a moaning mess. She was digging her nails into his shoulders and gasping out loud when he enters two fingers inside her. Her knees were going weak, making her unable to stand anymore. But Magnus was determined to find what he was searching. He stops circling his thumb on her clit and pushes his wet soaking thumb up her ass making her scream and moan Magnus's name.

Sera commented with an eye roll. They stopped in front of us, an obvious fake smile sitting boldly on their faces. I disliked the aura coming from them. They reminded me of Blondie and her mini-mean group. "You're Avena who just returned?" The one in the middle spoke up first in a high-pitched voice and when I nodded, she drew me into a tight hug "Welcome, welcome to Crescent Claw High!' I studied her, wondering if it was genuine, and when I opened my mouth to speak, she raised a hand up, signalling me to stop."Hey clown," She referred to Sera before turning back to me. Sera flipped her off.

"I can see them. All of you." Morwen's face was pale, her eyes wide. "I can see you too. Every time you die. Every time you live. Every time you choose to stay." The white flower blazed, and the flood intensified. --- Clara was in the forty-third iteration. She was kneeling in a corridor, helping a stranger to her feet. The stranger was injured—a student she did not know, someone the story had never named. She was late for a class. She did not care.

She didn’t push further since it had been quite obvious that whatever it was, she wouldn’t be getting any answers from Adriella. Clara got dress in a navy blue plaid skirt and a black long sleeved body suit, paired it all with her favourite sandy-brown gladiator sandals, and was out the door, leaving behind her nightmares and Adriella to her scales and whatever it was she was hiding from her. Adriella had warned her against Evander the first day she laid eyes on him, told her not to trust him but maybe, just maybe, the one who should not be trusted was her red head roommate.

The last thing she needed to do was cut herself before she potentially faced off against an army of evil warriors. Slate was climbing much more quickly than her, but he also didn’t seem to mind when he cut himself. As she made her way up the rock wall, she saw traces of fresh blood and knew they had to have come from him. He waited for her a few feet ahead, about halfway up the wall. Refusing to be rushed and make a mistake, Nya carefully climbed to meet him, but he would go a bit ahead of her each time until they were both finally at the top of the cliff.

Clara. She stood frozen at the top of the staircase, her eyes locking with his. Time seemed to stand still as their gazes met. Clara stood at the top of the stairs, bathed in the soft glow of the overhead light. Her long, auburn hair cascaded over her shoulders in soft waves, framing a face that was delicate yet striking. Her almond-shaped eyes, a deep shade of emerald-green, glimmered with a mix of shock and curiosity. Her skin was flawless, a warm golden tone that seemed to glow under the light. She was breathtaking, a vision of beauty that made his wolf howl in approval.

Before I could answer, the door opened slightly, and Clare stepped inside carrying a folded stack of fresh linens. She looked exhausted. Her hair wasn’t as neatly arranged as usual, and she covered a yawn with the back of her hand. “Good morning,” Clare mumbled. I couldn’t hide my smile. “Good morning.” Clare paused. Her sleepy expression slowly shifted. She narrowed her eyes. “Why are you smiling like that?” I quickly looked away. “I’m not.” “You are.” She insisted. “I’m really not.” Clare folded her arms. “My lady…I’ve known you long enough to tell when you’re hiding something.”

Clare's eyes widened with a glint of pain but she hid it immediately with a smile, a warm smile she usually wears every time Ceres would throw a tantrum to her mom. "I'm sorry Ceres." Clare said before she bowed her head a little and turned her heels and walked out of the prison. As soon as Clare was gone, another person came in. You cannot deny that he is, indeed, a god in mt. Olympus, he's so handsome. I turned my gaze to Ceres and I chuckled when I saw her ogling at the boy with her lips slightly parted, but when she noticed me looking at her teasingly, she cleared her throat and shook her head furiously.

Clare pulled her hand, "Thank you for giving me the chance to live. But I want you to live." She was just about to say something when Clare suddenly lifted his hand and pinched the back of her neck! She fainted and fell down all of a sudden. Clare reached out to hold her! He held her thin body in his arms and frowned. At this moment, a man full of blood rushed out in front of him. Clare wasn't sure whether the blood on the road was his or not. There was a dagger in his hand. He had become addicted to killing people. As soon as he saw Clare, he stopped. He stared at Clare as if he was a monster. He had already lost his senses.

One slams into the wall, the other crashes into the marble bust of the goddess Selene. Clara drops to her knees, gasping for breath, her face pale and drenched in sweat. Yet even exhausted, when she sees more enemies rushing toward us, she forces herself up, raising her shimmering shield once again. Behind her lies Brad, her wolf, his body still and his breathing uneven. His fur is matted with blood. My chest tightens as I take in the sight. “Do you think you can save him?” Clara asks, her voice trembling. “What happened?” I demand, dropping to my knees beside Brad.