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" he points out, locking his gaze with mine. Backed by my words. I smile smugly, enjoying her quick train of thought. Yes, I know that the image of a cuckold was the last one that the great Augusto Leal would have liked, I won't deny that I had fun with the jokes that some internet users made. People can be very creative behind a screen.

Curiosity finally won. I opened it and fired up his laptop. Most of the files were boring business shit. Then I found a hidden folder called “Cream Pies Unlimited.” My pussy twitched the second I clicked it. The “Images” folder was packed with hundreds of pictures — pussies of every kind, freshly fucked and leaking thick, white cum. It dribbled out of stretched holes, ran down arse cheeks, pooled on bedsheets. I stared, breathing faster, and slipped a hand into my panties. My clit was already swollen and slippery.

I meant it when I think about these disturbing thoughts. I can't help it; these chuckles are like some kind of torture that I can't shake. They're like a cancer that I can't cure, and I'm starting to think that they're purposefully trying to drive me crazy. It's like they're enjoying making me feel this way, like they're some kind of twisted cosmic joke. But it's not funny. I want to screw them all.

I slapped him again, harder this time, and tossed my phone at him without a shred of politeness. "You still have the nerve to ask?" James caught the phone with fumbling hands, his expression shifting from indignation to unease as he noticed the look on my face. He glanced at the phone screen, and I smirked, my voice dripping with mockery. "You're living quite the carefree life, aren't you, James?" "Babe! Listen to me! Let me explain! I have no idea where these photos came from!" James panicked. I crossed my arms, tilting my head slightly. "You don't know? Those photos are trending everywhere now. The company's stock is plummeting. So, tell me, James, what are you going to do about it?"

She swallowed and said in a theatrical voice, "They are a pack of hungry Orcs!" Alyssa slammed her half-eaten chicken breast on her plate, an offended looked written all over her face. I got my feeling crushed by that, too. Cammie started laughing hysterically. If what she said was true, Cammie would be the first food I would hand over to the Orcs. "Cam, that's not funny," I finally said. "Then why did you bring up such a ridiculous thing, anyway?" she asked, still stiffing from laughter. "I'm just—curious," I said.

Lydia laughed hysterically. "You are currently incapable and disabled but you do not realize it or maybe you do but you refuse to acknowledge it, isn't it?" Lydia sighed. "I do not feel pity for you because pain is all I bring to people and cursing them gives me joy. Seeing you in pain is exciting and I know you know that."

"Haha, ya, you just never make it there." "True, the couch always calls to me." I get up and go into the spare room to get dressed. I walk into a big room with large windows and deep red linens and curtains. I see the suit and shoes on the vanity. There is a painting of a white and back wolf on the wall it's howling at the moon. I am mesmerized by the detail. I turn away and go to grab my shirt when I notice a picture of Link, a guy with raven black hair and blue eyes and the girl. The girl I have been dreaming about. I grab the picture, and it's like I am sucked into a memory of her. All in leather and a sword, she is fighting, but who or what, it's all a blur. "Link! Who is this??"

It landed strangely, low in my chest, somewhere I didn't have time to examine right now. "What's in there?" I asked. He was quiet for a long moment. The floor beneath us gave another small shudder, the same low groan I'd felt earlier, like the whole house was breathing through something it didn't want to. "Records," he said finally. "Old ones. From before the war." "About the curse?" His eyes sharpened slightly. "How do you know about that?" I opened my hand and held the locket out where he could see it, the small folded paper still tucked inside, the symbol catching the hallway's low light.

DARKEST LOVE (CURSED) Chapter Twenty One. Red. 'The way it is now... ' Her faint whisper continued to resonated in his head although hours had passed since that moment. How had his gaze changed colors? Could it be that he had fallen ill ? It wasn't an uncommon experience that one's gaze often changed whenever they fell very ill . It happened frequently with his cousins in their younger age and even before the former Lord had died. But their eyes would usually turn into a very much lighter shade or a darker one, it greatly depended on the variety of the illness.

“Well then, let us dive deeper into the tale of the gods that ruled over this valley. One was the Flugor, the other one was the Vespera, and the third one...the god of mischief was Malum…!” The mere name invoked unnerving anxiety and fear. Some of the people got up, praying to Fulgor for deliverance while heading back to the huts. Blanchett couldn’t help but feel Glinda’s stare connecting with her every few seconds later. She was adamant that this old woman was scanning her from head to toe.