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Kaleb quickly got up from his seat and made his way over to the dance floor along with the rest of his friends, before I even had a chance to say anything. I bopped my head to the nice upbeat music, and it wasn’t long before Elias started singing and I rolled my eyes, as I watched the girls on the dancefloor drool over him and grind their bodies against each other. He sang ‘Be Easy’ by one of my favourite singers and I had to admit I liked his version more than the original song. I wanted to get up and dance but decided it was best I didn’t as I had one of the best seats in the club.

He looked just like the boy I once knew. After the painting was exhibited, it sparked widespread conversation and increased awareness of mental health issues. I handed Hansel a sunflower through the iron bars. He shook his head with a soft smile. "I already have one. Mel gave it to me. I don't want flowers from anyone else." His smile was as pure and clear as it was decades ago. I smiled softly. Then, I turned and walked away. I never looked back. … I resolved to spend the rest of my life traveling the world and admiring its scenery. I wanted to indulge in the finest foods and paint the most breathtaking sights.

Not even cactus that I know from old westerns and stories that can be tapped for a meager sip and to keep you alive. My feet burn even through heavy boots, as I struggle to higher ground on the nearest dune. At the top, I flounder in the slipping sand across a trough and up to the next dune’s peak, stopping to stare in wonder. It’s still the desert—hot, dry and bright. But here, blooming from nothing but the brutally hot sand are wide swaths of exquisite wildflowers as far as the eye can see. Undulating waves of bright white, yellow, orange, purple and pink flowers crouch against the silty soil like a painted oasis, their heady fragrances permeating the air, proclaiming their silent existenc

“Don’t let him fool you with pretty weeds, princess. He stood there like a statue while Bianca and her minions ripped you apart. Flowers don’t erase that.” I snorted, loud and ugly. “Please. Like I was going to swoon and write him poetry because he finally learned what a florist is. I’m not that cheap,” I said. But there it was…that dumb tug in my chest, the one that comes with unsolicited butterflies. Honestly, my organs need to stop signing me up for emotional nonsense. Damn stupid flowers. Liana’s eyes sparkled with evil glee. “Want me to chuck them?” “Trash it. All of it. Vase too, I don’t care.”

I could not help but smile, my hands gently resting atop their heads. As the door swung open, Ethan stood there, a vision in black, the wolfkin emblem proudly adorning his chest. His gaze caught mine, a spark igniting in his eyes. He offered his hand, and as mine met his, a wave of serenity washed over me. With him, I could face anything. Hand in hand, we strolled down the flower-strewn path, the tribe's silent reverence surrounding us like a warm embrace. The children trailed, scattering petals with each step, their laughter the day's sweetest melody.

I growled. I grabbed Rose’s head and pushed deep into her throat as I exploded, pumping the first thick ropes straight down my wife’s throat. She swallowed as much as she could, coughing and drooling. I pulled out and sprayed the rest across both their faces and tits — long, hot streaks of cum painting their skin. They looked up at me, cum dripping from their chins, breathing hard. Rose smiled shyly, licking some cum from her lips. “I… I liked that. I want more. I want to learn everything.”

Veron never finished, collapsing across the long sofa. Flora Amor quickly stood up and helped her sit upright, checking the computer that remained open. She scoured the folders, but nothing seemed unusual. Where were the secret files? Then she remembered G****e Drive. Her pulse quickened when she found the protected files in “MY DRIVE.” After a few minutes adjusting the settings, she accessed and downloaded everything onto the USB Dixal had given her. It took about fifteen minutes, and she restored the computer to its original state before slipping the USB back into her bag and leaving swiftly.

A knot of anxiety grew in his stomach, but he was stuck there until the ceremony ended. Just as the bride was about to walk down the aisle, the courier handed Frank a bouquet. Susanna was mid-speech, and Frank nodded with a smile, lifting the flowers. However, his face went ghostly white when he saw the card. The courier said, "Sir, there's also a video. The lady who sent these flowers wanted you to see it. "She wishes you a lifetime of happiness with your chosen one and that she hopes you two never cross paths again—"

With a smile, she approached the half open door but stopped as she peered inside, her breath catching. The murmurs she heard turned into moans. Ryan was there, his lean, tattooed body pressed against Lila, her best friend. Their bodies weren't just pressed against each other, it was obvious they were in the middle of sex. Her moans filled the air along side her shaky voice. “Ooohh, I love you Ryan…” she breathed, her eyes rolling backwards. “Damn… you're much better than my girlfriend.” He breathed, thursting deeper into her.