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Inside was a necklace of uncut sapphires, the exact color of his eyes, suspended on a chain of white gold. I clutched it to my chest, my wolf purring contentedly, while I sat there in the silence, fighting a losing battle against the realization that the fortress I had built around my heart was starting to crumble, brick by beautiful brick. I wasn't ready to love him, I wasn't ready to admit it but as I looked at the shimmering blue stones, I knew I was already lost.

I only put some powder and a little lip tint in my face then I was all set. Carter on the other hand looked so gorgeous as ever on his black long sleeved shirt with sleeves rolled down his elbow. He looks casual but still looks authoritative and serious. Plus the fact that his sea-green eyes never fail to dazzle me every time he looks at me as if I am the only thing he can see, as if I am the center of the world.

I said softly as I brought my other hand up and touched his chest. I felt the wetness of his shirt on the palm of my hand. His shirt is wet, and he still refused to get changed. His eyes stared deeply into mine and it was impossible for me to look away from the captivating beauty of his eyes. These eyes that have captivated the countless souls of his fans, I’m getting to see them up close. Honestly, I wasn’t a fan of his at all.

Theme song- ocean eyes by Billie Elish I've been watchin' you for some time Can't stop starin' at those ocean eyes Burning cities and napalm skies Fifteen flares inside those ocean eyes Your ocean eyes No fair You really know how to make me cry When you gimme those ocean eyes I'm scared I've never fallen from quite this high Fallin' into your ocean eyes Those ocean eyes I've been walkin' through a world gone blind Can't stop thinkin' of your diamond mind Careful creature made friends with time He left her lonely with a diamond mind And those ocean eyes No fair You really know how to make me cry When you gimme those ocean eyes I'm scared I've never fallen from quite this high… ❤Shanaya point

I also had the key tattooed somewhere else on my body, and if you ever get close enough to find it, that means you’re lucky enough to have my heart. Tonight, I chose a lilac-colored halter top dress with a deep V that stopped right above my stomach. It was a long form fitting dress with two deep slits on both sides. I don’t mind showing a little leg as long as the dress covered the lumps and cellulite on my inner thighs. The middle was wide enough that you would only see the splits on both sides when I walked. To top it off, I had a short jacket to cover my back fat. As I said I know how to make shit work for me. The color went perfectly with my deep chocolate skin, It made my deep blue eyes

I'm blinded for a minute and when I can finally open my eyes enough to see, Lord Asshole himself is standing over me. His spread legs and hands on his hips irritate the shit out of me. He's so damn beautiful even though evil coats him from head to toe. His white dress shirt is unbuttoned halfway with his smooth chest partially on display. His shirt is tucked into black slacks that must be custom-made because they cling too perfectly to his muscular legs. No tie. Too bad, I could strangle him with it. It's either windy outside or he's been running his hand through his short hair; it's messy not nearly the sculpted perfection I saw yesterday. His green eyes haunted my sleep. They're so fucking

The ballroom glittered with a thousand golden lights, each crystal chandelier reflecting the wealth and power of the people beneath them. Cassandra Blake smoothed the silver satin of her gown, the fabric soft against her palm, a reminder to keep her mask in place. In this room, a smile was currency, and hers had been perfected through years of necessity.

I had barely gotten in through the door of the mall when he sent me a gif of Wayne and Garth from Wayne's World, bowing, and captioned "We're Not Worthy!" Asshole. But I was kind of getting arrogant enough to say into the thin air, "Damn straight you ain't." The shirt I ended up buying was a pretty dope cloud pattern of sky blue and white. The only place the Crayola factory had thrown up on it were the insides of the collar and cuffs.

Emma I turned around to face Adrian, forcing a smile onto my face to hide the pure rage still buzzing in my veins from the mere sight of Trevor. “Hey,” I said, looking up at him. “Look who it is. Happy birthday.” He was wearing the four-thousand-dollar customized shirt he had bragged about earlier, paired with tailored black trousers. Seeing it in person, I actually understood why it cost that much. The fabric is a rich looking silk that caught the dim purple lights of the room, shifting in color as he moved. It was a deep charcoal grey with subtle, matte-black embroidery running along the collar and down the hidden buttons. The fit was perfect, hugging his broad shoulders and chest without