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*20 years later los Angeles* Melissa walked into her daughter's room who was still fast asleep "Wakey wakey" Melissa said pulling her daughter's cheek "Go away" Nirvana said and turn, facing the other side of the bed "Annah, You will be late for school" Melissa said and she sat up groaning and grumbling inaudible words to herself "What are you grumbling at young lady" "Gosh, why must today be another school day?" She sighed and her phone suddenly rang out loud that she had to block her ears with her hands

Derrick was a run-of-the-mill geek boy with short-cut dark hair that he kept long enough for bangs close to his forehead due to having insecurity about his forehead size, and he wore thithin-framedasses and liked to dress casually with a variety of solid-colored polo shirts that buttoned up at the collar and khaki pants in various shades of grey, beige, tan, and navy blue. He was a big fan of anime and of course, his secret obsession was anything yaoi related. He was very skilled with computers and even worked his way up to A.P. classes in his first year of high school. He spent a good deal of time in the library when not being forced to join the sports teams due to his father having no idea

“Okayyyy four years of experience…” With his hacking skills, he decided to run his own more intense background information on Sara so he won't have a miniature version of Mara. Sara was revealed to be a lesbian who was disowned by her mother after a bi-curious bishop daughter accused her of ra*ing her when she was indeed bi-curious and they'd had sex. Somehow somehow, part of her story reminded him of him. Sighing, Dimitri leaned back into his chair, hand on his chin, eyes closed. He let out a loud exhale and picked up the telephone on his table. He dialed the HR team while his fingers flew across his keyboard, typing the draft of his own makeshift cold email.

Under a thread where people were asked to post about what had happened to the people they hated, Lorraine posted a video of her response. "I thought that there was justice in the world and that the evil would suffer consequences, but she gets to live happily and even become an online influencer." Lorraine went into great detail about her ordeal back in high school. She was a pretty girl. Due to her family's difficult financial situation, she chose to stay in the school dorm after she transferred to that high school. Natasha befriended Lorraine under the guise of being the head of the school dorm. However, during class, she would often disturb Lorraine, preventing Lorraine from listening to w

“What?” Riley pulled a small black object from her hoodie pocket a tiny square no bigger than a coin, with a faint red light blinking in the corner. “They look like smoke sensors, or alarm pins. I found one above your door.” Ethan grabbed it, inspecting the device with tense fingers. “This isn’t some cheap spy toy,” he muttered. “This is professional.” Riley nodded. “Exactly. Whoever’s behind this knows what they’re doing. They’re not just filming random stuff they’re editing it, leaking pieces of it online under an anonymous page. It’s called Dorm Room Secrets.”

He only laughed, threw her a wink, and turned that same invitation on me. If I could have rolled my eyes harder, they would have popped out of my head. During the two years that followed, Dorian managed to prove every tabloid rumor about him dead-on, racking up offense after offense at school… sneaking cigarettes, drinking underage, messing with drugs, sneaking girls into his room. Every incident mysteriously brushed aside.

he demands, leaning closer as his body pressing against mine. I can feel his hard cock straining against his pants rubbing against my ass. “Please, Daddy, wreck my pussy,” I gasp tears streaming from the choking and the overwhelming sensations. “Finger-Fuck me harder, make me cum like the bad student I am. I need it so much— your hands owning me, choking me until I can’t breathe.” He laughs low and dark adding a third finger stretching me wide as he scissors them inside. “That’s right you filthy little cumslut. Your cunt’s gripping me like it never wants to let go. Gonna make you squirt all over my desk, then maybe I will bend you over and ram my cock in next.”

‎ ‎But even before I could give it a thought, my mind started drifting again. ‎ ‎I missed my Dad back at home. I missed his food and the pancakes he would make for me every morning. And whenever I was scared, he would come and talk to me or try to do one of those motivational speeches. He still saw me as that little girl from that day, but I was grown now. I was a little introverted because I didn't have many friends while growing up. I remember trying to make friends back in high school, but that was a traumatic experience for me.

“You don't need another talk on the implications of teenage pregnancy, do you?” “Thanks mother,” I beamed. “Gross!” I grimaced at her last words. She rolled her eyes then carried up the plates. I kissed Malcolm's fluffy brown-haired head. “Come on buddy, let's go watch Dora,” I carried him up. “Yay!” He threw his hands around my neck making me giggle. Getting up to my room, I set him on the bed and took my laptop from my desk where it had been charging. After putting in my password and preventing Malcolm from hitting any keys, I opened my files and sought out his beloved Dora. He's the reason her big head was still in my laptop, left to me, she wouldn't even be in my recycle bin.

I thought he's that man near the porch. ------------------ Diana pov I'm not feeling well today so I decided not to go to school. I called Thamer to tell our teachers about my condition. I already had my excuse letter on my table to pass it for tomorrow. I'm still in my room not moving an inch to relax. For these past three weeks, I haven't encountered Tore in my dreams. Remember his my childhood imaginary sex mate.