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Philip, a long-haul truck driver, was often away from home, leaving me feeling lonely and unfulfilled. It might sound improper, but I couldn't help it. There was a craving inside me that longed to be satisfied, and it had only intensified over time. The way men looked at me when I was out in public made me feel a mix of embarrassment and exhilaration, adding fuel to my restless thoughts. My daily life was simple. After my parents passed away, they left me a three-story house, and I earned enough from renting it out to live comfortably without needing a job. But with so much free time, my thoughts often wandered, and that longing became impossible to ignore.

We collapse together. A complete, utter, beautiful mess. The sheets are destroyed. We are destroyed. Her chest is heaving against my cheek and my hand is still loosely cupped between her thighs and neither of us speaks for a very long time because speech requires functioning brain cells and we are both completely out of those. "I'm dead," she says finally. "You're not dead. You're breathing." "Barely." A pause. "How many was that?" I count on my fingers. "Four. Maybe five. That last one was ambiguous."

A list of songs that go through my head when writing this book Dandelions by Ruth B What do you mean by Justin Beiber Can you hold me by NF ft Britt Nicole Time by NF That way by Tate McRae Six feet under by Billie Eillish Hurt you by The weekend ft Gesaffelstein I hate you, I love you by Olivia O’Brien ft Gnash Euphoria by Jungkook of BTS Love song by Rihanna ft Future We don’t talk anymore by Charlie Puth ft Selena Gomez

Every chapter, every word, was part of my own catharsis, and it is with a full heart that I share this with you today. This will be the last book in the Dreams series. The journey of Shadrach, Wynter, and the others has come to its beautiful conclusion, and I have no intentions of returning to continue their story. As much as I’m sad to close this chapter, I know it’s time for me to move on to new beginnings.

I could see the disappointment in her eyes and she just turned her back to run away. Sazia's POV I was so happy that Lucian wanted to pick me up for his mated ceremony, but before I could enter the venue, the dress I wore split into two immediately. I had to change dresses if I wanted to be Lucian's mate. I hurried back to where I lived and checked out all the dresses available. Since found none which would suit my taste, I decided to repair my torn dress which took a while. I ran as fast as I could back to the ceremony, and I came right in time for Lucian to choose me as his mate.

[sexycathy: girllllllll] [sexycathy: your I* has been inactive and your number wouldn't go through! Well, that was because Alessandro took out my sim card. [sexycathy: hyd? How are you liking it there? Wherever there is…] [j0rdan_mm: haha, I'm fine] [j0rdan_mm: how are the others?] [sexycathy: they're heartbroken by your departure, even if they don't show it] I sighed. Of course, they would be. If it was one of them that was leaving, I'd have the same reaction. They were my only friends and I wasn't sure I could handle any one of them leaving me, but I left them anyway.

Whatever things that are not from the Lord the Eaters were being fed off. Harold has a lot of Eaters surrounding him every day. Today, I am fighting six of them with my bare hands and the skills that was left in me for decades of trainings. I cannot let them eat another portion of Harold’s mind and heart. He must think of the happy thoughts; he is running fast from the owner of the bag he just stole with. He was fourteen years old, homeless and starving. He run out from the orphanage he is staying to find his sister, but he failed. Thus, he was walking and begging on the busy street of Toronto.

I want to drink water. Azfarin said in a melancholy voice and raised her face and looked at the boy standing in front of her. Azfarin's face turned yellow, whether he was human or not? Breathing was not taking the name of recovery. The body was completely emaciated. Thorns were biting in the throat. The feeling of intense thirst had increased badly. Due to which it was impossible to take even one step now. "Is it on my soul that they should not reach us and you have to drink water?"

While dregs can't afford to go to school, or get employed, they become beggars by day and by night, or to some like Sheila, who wanders around the city, goes looking for what to take from the elites. Roaming her eyes, Sheila spotted an hawker across the streets seated at the corners selling newspapers on a fixed newstand to passersby. She cracked into a smile, and stood to her feet, throwing her plastic chips into the bin next to her. She adjusted her blue dress and hair. As she took a step, someone jogging bumped into her, causing her to stagger back. "Watch where you're going, stupid dreg!" Some woman spat out in disdain, and threw her an unfriendly look before continuing her jog down th

That she’s standing here, soaking wet, actually considering it. I reach for the first button of my sundress. “That’s my girl,” Blake murmurs. “I’m not your girl.” I undo the second button. The third. “I’m not anyone’s girl.” “Not yet.” He smiles – slow, predatory, hungry. “Give us the night.” The dress falls. I’m standing in nothing but my pink lace panties in front of five strangers and the boyfriend who sold me, and I’ve never felt more terrified or more alive. Declan whistles low. “Fuck me. Connor, you absolute moron. You’ve been sitting on that?”