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Damian’s jaw tightened now, then he raised her jaw up, brushing his nose against her cheek till his lips were now an inch close to her ear. “We RAD brothers have no mercy in us. We don’t fuck princesses. We ruin. And we leave you wanting for more. We break you so hard until the only thing you want is us. You cannot want this…” he completed, sounding really hypocritical now. Yes, the fabric of his clothes was threatening to snap, yet he was trying so hard to keep everything together. His cock was at the dying point yet he was trying so hard to be modest, because if he is not… fucking heaven!

I replied, smiling at him, making him smile back at me, showing off his dimples that he definitely inherited from his dad. Oh! My love for dimples We went back upstairs to a direction opposite from that of my room, and Alexander opened a door. I was amazed by how big and spacious the theatre room was. It was truly beautiful. Theatre room was. It was truly beautiful. We decided to settle on one of the couches as Alexander smuggled close to me. I picked up me close to him. I took the TV remote in front of me, turning it on to N*****x, asking Alexander what he wanted to watch.

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"Good evening, Colonel." "Sweet dreams," said Oskar, who then left on his big motorbike. I was tired. I decided to go straight to bed as soon as I found a mattress. However, my hand found a book behind the pillow that said 'DUNA DIARY'.

The more he observed, the more he sensed the delicate balance between the ordinary and the mystical. As they walked, Darius couldn't help but steal glances at John. John was unlike anyone Darius had ever met. He carried a unique scent, both new and familiar, like a song you couldn't quite place. The scent wrapped around Darius and his bear, evoking a strange feeling, almost like a distant memory from when he believed in stories about fate, mates, and destiny. Could fate be playing tricks on him? The thought lingered in his mind as he grappled with the idea.

He is nice but not someone interesting. Oh, but I can’t think about him when I must think of being someone’s fiancé who I have no interest in. It is weird how I can get caught in such a deal with no wish of mine. I mean I am still wondering if I am in a dream where the story that I read became true. I read a book named ‘the contract’ last night and it was almost the same, but she didn’t break a vase and wasn’t in debt. Weird and weird and… well weird.

I ask myself and speaking of Dwain I already him,I don't think I want to see him again ,I love his sister but he just ruined the little respect I had for him. I look around in the room ,and I'm lost of words to describe everything that's in my view right now. The room is magnificent,the bed is placed just in the middle of the room at the bedside table there's a glass and some pills ,I assume they're mine but right now I don't even trust myself so I wont take that. I walk to the window and take view outside. The window is just straight across from the driveway. I can spot different types of vehicles, Bugatti, Ferrari, Audi, Mercedes-Benz and other cars the guy is really rich,owning all those

She wants to be like Rose who gets perfection, especially Rose's heart, to be extraordinarily broad. Cheryl's cat eyes roamed around Rose's room. Her eyes stopped at Rose's bookshelf. Rose has an extensive collection of books, from books of knowledge, philosophy, novels, to comics. Cheryl approached the bookshelf and looked at the novel shelf. One book with a pink cover caught her attention, Cheryl turned to the first page, but she stopped. Cheryl's mind was out of focus. Finally, Cheryl closed the novel and put it into place. Unintentionally, Cheryl's beads caught a fairly thick notebook. Cheryl pulled the book, and it was Rose's diary. The diary is so aesthetic because Rose has decorated i

Covered in thick layers of dust is a brown leather book. Ever so carefully, I pull it out and wipe the dust off with my hand. It is hard to see the lettering, but I see the familiar “W.” With everything I had, I inhale and hold my breath before blowing across the beautiful leather material sitting in the palm of my tiny hands. “The World of the Unknown. I found you.”

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