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Kade is just too fucking stubborn to open his eyes and see the results are real and not fabricated. I wait until I hear Kade’s footsteps fading before I jump into action. I turn to face Emilia and see her slumped on the ground. I lift her head and notice her eyes are barely open. I tilt her head up to examine her neck, cursing under my breath. Bruises in the shape of Kade’s handprints line her throat. “Emilia,” I say softly, lightly tapping her face, trying to bring her to consciousness. Fuck, it’s not working.

Kline: Aurora and Emelia should start an only fans, I'll manage it, I need more designer😭❤ @Valarie123: where do you find these beautiful women?!! I scroll past that post, sure not to leave a like on the post seeing as I'm stalking the page. The praises are justified, both Emelia and Aurora look like models, the kind that bathe in milk and honey twice a day for the ultimate skin glow. On Cassian Sinclair's profile are a lot of pictures, mostly of him, I notice three of Aurora and another where he's standing with her at a club with a lock and location emoji as a caption. The other pictures of Aurora are open flirtatiousness and she has responded with a smiley face or a flirty remark. Aside f

The assistant brought her phone back Lisa turned her head and saw that the mobile phone was displaying some animated pictures that had been widely circulated in the program. Among them, Emily cutting a tree was the most talked about, followed by the scene where Levu took off his shirt, and then the scene where Emily had an ax on her shoulder and walked in the wind. These pictures went viral right after the show ended, especially the scene where Emily cut down a tree, which was directly made into an emoticon with the text. The blogger also edited the scene where Emily was nervous about doing nothing at the beginning of the show and the scene where the speed of light slaps him in the back, pic

Cecelia’s POV Klaus's response caught everyone off guard. I raised an eyebrow as I looked at the girl crouching behind Klaus on the ground. Wow, her eyes were truly heart-wrenching. Her emerald green eyes slowly welled up with tears, her chestnut hair disheveled, and her dirty, tattered clothes couldn't conceal the bloodied wounds and glaring bruises on her body. Despite all this, one could still see her originally snow-white skin and lovely features. Emilia, covered in scars, resembled a warm white jade with a few mottled marks.

Enough to set something irreversible in motion. Emilia stood in the soft glow of the firelight, barefoot, bare-legged, wearing one of Lucien’s white shirts that hung too loose around her frame. Her hair was damp from her shower, curling slightly at the ends, and she hadn’t bothered with makeup or distractions. There was nothing performative about her. She was just… there. And he couldn’t look away. Lucien leaned against the wall, arms crossed over his chest, shirt unbuttoned halfway. He was trying not to want her. Trying to keep space between them. But he was failing, and they both knew it.

“Take off that dress. I want you naked in your own house like the desperate housewife you are. Show me how badly you need this. How badly you’ve been starving for a man who actually knows how to fuck you.” Emma’s hands shook with a mixture of shame, excitement, and overwhelming arousal as she obeyed. She pulled the thin sundress over her head and dropped it to the floor. She stood completely naked before him in her own kitchen, her full breasts rising and falling with rapid breaths, her nipples hard and aching, her pussy swollen, red, and visibly dripping his cum down her thighs.