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The only problem was that she appeared to be some sort of psychopath, despite having blue hair and being incredibly gorgeous. Ellias was indeed the woman with that powerful Ice element. Of course, I couldn't have forgotten. And I didn't manage to hide my expression from Eliza. Eliza smiled brilliantly, but it appeared evil to me for some reason. ‘Bingo.’ Inside her head, Eliza screamed. 'He had to have something to do with Ellias.' "Would you mind coming with me for a minute, Mr Riel?" she said softly. I gave a nod. With everyone staring at me, I don't have much of a choice.

I cut in. "No, I am Eliza" she grinned at me. Thrusting up her breasts. Her blunt bangs hanging in her eyes. Pushing a loose strand of hair behind my hair I smooth my braid. "I'm Lola Salvatore" I smiled sweetly. But I bet you and your band of barbies already knew that. My fingers Play with the ends of my braid that comes to my hip. There is a moment of silence. "Well, we hope to see you around" Elisha or whatever the fuck her name was said to Dominiko. "It was nice to meet you dear" she smiles at me.

Callie winks at her, ‘Might I have a play with our mates tonight?’ She smiles, “As long as they know first, sure. They’re used to calling me Eliza though.” She grins, and then her vision shifts, and the fire brightens in her palms. “Woah.” Callie smiles, ‘The closer we are, the hotter the fire.’ Eliza nods and relaxes as Callie nestles in just under her skin. Eliza relaxes her control a little and Callie grins,

ISABELLA'S POV He came back unusually quiet today, I wondered what must have gone wrong with the outing with Chris, he barely replied Mary's greeting so I didnt bother greeting him. I walked silently to my room, I looked at my reflection in the mirror, I had changed, I had grown more Beautiful, fairer and full-cheeked, my hair finally relaxed more than it ever had, Canada hair stylist magic. I picked my phone to surf the internet, I was bored. Scrolling through my I*******m feed, I stumbled across a post from Tyler Perry, advertising his first black series, which he would be producing and directing, The Tyler PERRY'S SISTER'S. It was premiering in Los Angeles, and its first cinema appearance

If he went there the hell would break lose because there was no way he wouldn't let Sabrina get mated to Cyrus. A pretty whore approached him with a sultry smile on her face. Her skimpy clothes left little to imagination. "Sure my eyes are deceiving me. It can't be the commander himself gracing us with his presence," She ran her fingertips up his arm in a sedcutive way. Elizah scanned her from tip to toe with blank eyes. She took it as a green signal and perched on his lap. Elizah didn't object nor he encourage. As Elizah grabbed the bottle to drink, the woman took the bottle from him.

As Eliza laid down their towels, he shucked his flip-flops and slipped his shirt off. “Hey, Mr. Six-pack, don’t give any girls a heart attack,” she taunted him. “Whatever,” he muttered. He was about to add another retort, but his eyes were riveted. Eliza had just come out of her own clothing and the bikini she had on—white with blue horizontal stripes, kind of sailor-ish—accented all of her curves perfectly. It took him a second to realize his mouth was hanging open and he was pretty sure he was drooling. With effort, he closed his mouth as she laid back on the towel. “What? You’re not coming down to the water?”