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he said. “Well then, husband, start shifting,” she giggled. “On one condition,” he said with false seriousness. Her brows raised. “What would that be?” “I want to see you do that shimmy thing for me the next time we’re naked. I just think it’s hot,” he teased. Chloe playfully slapped his arm and a loud laugh escaped his lips as he transformed into his dragon self. The crowd roared their approval as Chloe climbed onto his back and they flew off into the sky until they were nothing more than a dot above the trees.

She barely breathed, yet she stared at me as if she could not believe what she saw. "Jordan…" A voice came from far away, still and even, like water at the bottom of a well. "Jordan Wilford. Your debts in this life are settled. The wheel turns again for you. Go on. Be happy in the next one." I looked at Winona reaching toward me with everything she had left. I turned and stepped into the current without hesitation. —The End

You're just too stubborn to admit it. "I swear that I will cut off all contact with Eva and never hurt you again!"

Chapter eleven Serena's POV I was setting a table for a circus family, and honestly, I deserved a medal for it. There was a pig, a junior pig, an upcoming stripper, a drug addict pretending to be a nun, an anti-prodigal son with anger issues the size of a continent, and then there was the mysterious queen mother herself; Octavia Draven. If patience was truly a virtue, then by now I should have qualified for sainthood. Unfortunately, I preferred champagne to halos, and revenge to forgiveness.

I breathed, my voice a pathetic, broken sound that I barely recognized as my own. "Please what?" he taunted, pressing just deep enough to make me arch my back off the table. "Say it. If you want me to give you, you have to beg for it. Tell me you’re mine to break." "I... I’m yours," I sobbed, the words feeling like a betrayal of my very soul. "Please, Draco. Do it." He didn't wait for a second invitation. He thrust inward, a sudden, heavy intrusion that stole the air from my lungs.

They caught on one ankle as he kicked her feet apart. “Look at this perfect ass,” he muttered, slapping one cheek hard. “Been dreaming about it.” Lia heard the rustle of fabric, then felt the heavy, hot weight of his cock slap against her soaked folds. He rubbed the thick head up and down her slit, coating himself in her juices. “Last chance, nerd,” he taunted. “Once I sink into this tight cunt, you’re mine to use.” “Please,” she begged, pushing back against him.

he pointed out. Shit, I forgot about Ruari. I do not even want to know how he is going to respond to this. I can feel my anxiety climbing as I sat there waiting for the results. Every negative outcome was filtering through my mind. I have no idea how long I sat there. I was completely lost in my own world until tingles began travelling up my arm jolting back into reality. I was looking into dark sapphire blue eyes. Dr. Lewiston was standing there with papers in his hand. Shit, I looked between them. “Sorry, Luna, but I linked the alpha to come here. I have been trying for the last twenty minutes to gain your attention.” Dr. Lewiston commented.

Kris laid in bed, eyes wide, staring at the ceiling. She never experienced that type of dream before. It felt so real. Reaching mindlessly to the nightstand, she grabbed her vape, taking a long drag and holding it in. She exhaled, letting her shoulders drop and her eyes close. She thought about the events as they played out in her dream. She was giving a tattoo. It was a beautiful design she made specifically for Elena. They kept locking eyes, making it too hard for her to concentrate.

Desperate, she grabbed his pant leg and pleaded, "Les, don't… I love you so much! Please forgive me! I'll go far away. I'll never appear in front of you and Natalie again!" Hearing Natalie's name, Lester let out a cold snarl and slapped her hard. "You don't get to say her name! And as for asking for forgiveness… Tell that to your fans!"

Surprise when she turned it on and there was hit water, she wondered how much the school was paying for water anyone barely use and where else the money could be channeled. After what seemed like a long time, she was able to get rid of the smell of the vomit. Now, she felt clean. She started to hum a song and then sang it. “Cause there be no sunlight, if I lose you, baby, there be no clear sky, if I lose you, baby, just like the clouds my eyes will see the same, if you walk away, every day it will rain, rain, rain, eh, eh, eh!” She wrapped the towel around her body, singing to the Bruno Mars song she had heard on someone’s iPod this morning. As she walked out, she was oblivious to her surrou