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Ejay: "Despicable to you, maybe. But I won't change for anyone. Not for you, not for anyone else." The conversation reached an impasse, Deep's attempt to evoke remorse and understanding met with Ejay's unyielding refusal to acknowledge the impact of his actions. Deep stood there, a mix of emotions swirling within him—frustration at Ejay's stubbornness, disappointment at the lack of remorse, and a profound sense of sadness at the realization that some individuals might remain unrepentant despite the pain they've caused. The gulf between them seemed insurmountable, leaving Deep with a bitter understanding that some wounds might never heal, and some individuals might never seek redemption for t

she replied glancing at the side mirror. ‘I’m not lazy,” I scoffed. “Really?” she dragged, “Miss ‘I’ll have a whole Eminem concert in the shower before school’ ’” “It’s NF,” I countered, sipping on my coffee. “Please child, all those white rappers sound the same,” she replied.

Fuck, fuck, fuck. Tracy slides a hand under my shirt and lightly brushes my right nipple. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” She whispers, her eyes a hypnotizing shade of blue. “You’d like putting your cock inside me.” Goosebumps break out over my hands as illicit images crowd my head. “I know you wanna. What was it you wrote? Fuck me so hard, I’d lose all this bitchiness and beg you for more?” Hearing my own words said out loud by the muse herself has heat climbing up the back of my neck and my eyes dart away in shame. “Think you’re up to the task, Connor? Or are you just all talk?” Something dark and angry surges up inside me at the taunt in her tone. Right there is the bitchiness I talked a

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But now that Ethan was in front of him, he didn’t know what to do. He had Emily by his side and Amity stood next to Ethan holding his hand. He could barely look at Ethan. “Oh. That’s nice of you Amity,” Emily turned to Ethan, “I hope she didn’t trouble you in any way.” Ethan chuckled, remembering Amity’s princess syndrome, “Not at all. She’s a sweetheart.” “Right, Ethan. But my mommy always tells me that I am a little Devil,” Amity said pouting. Arthur cleared his throat, catching the attention of all the three people in front of him, “He is Ethan. A very close… friend of mine,” he said, turning to Emily.

I said with a smile 🎙️ Emily's POV 🎙️ I went to the room and sat on my bed I took my earphones and plugged it on the iPod, then I played the song on it The song started and my heart skipped immediately I heard Aiden's voice ".... 🎼 Don't cut me down, throw me out, leave me here to waste 🎼 I once was a man with dignity and grace 🎼 Now am slipping through the cracks of your cold embrace 🎼 So please, please 🎼 Could you find a way to let me down slowly?

“It’s not what you think—” “Think what? That you planned all this because you like me?” His smirk deepened. “No matter what you do, I’ll never like you. I’ll never love you. You can never replace Nicole. You’re nothing compared to her. You’ll never be Nicole. Remember that. You’re. Not. Nicole.” His eyes burned into me as he added, “Even with my last breath, I’ll never love you. And I’ll make your life hell.” Then he stood and left.

A little sympathy, I hope you can show me If you wanna go then I'll be so lonely If you're leavin', baby, let me down slowly Let me down, down, let me down, down, let me down Let me down, down, let me down, down, let me down If you wanna go then I'll be so lonely If you're leavin', baby, let me down slowly Cold skin, drag my feet on the tile As I'm walking down the corridor And I know we haven't talked in a while So I'm… Emir Blackiston point of view❤

A look of tired sadness passed over his features and for finding a distraction he turned on the radio of the car. I'm a mess, I'm a loser I'm a hater, I'm a user I'm a mess for your love, it ain't new I'm obsessed, I'm embarrassed I don't trust no one around us I'm a mess for your love, it ain't new.. A famous song by Bebe Rexha was playing on the radio. Nicolas heard that song a few times before also. But that moment somehow he found the lyrics extremely catchy and well-written. While sighing deeply, "Definitely I am a mess."

Just a man clinging to the last fumes of his power. “Your empire's dust,” I said, voice low and cracking. He met my gaze and smirked. “So is your soul.” Maybe he was right. Maybe I had lost something. But I wasn’t the one begging on a blood-slicked floor. “Move him.” My voice was barely mine. I stepped past. I didn’t look back. A scream of anger and pain echoed seconds after. Aveline.