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"Does the bond work with humans as well?" "The healing will work to a certain extent. I believe humans are so fragile to begin with that it only helps slightly. Beastkind and vampires were meant to be together. Humans, beastkind and vampires don't mix." He hadn't answered her question. "Did you know the woman Marcus loved?"

"What do you think?" Julia smiled. "You are a sadistic genius," she said. Michael pulled the blade sharply upward and Mickey screamed until Julia got sick of it and stuffed a bar towel into his mouth. She leaned over him. "Now, listen to me you fat wanker. This is just a dream, so my friend hasn't really cut off your tiny little dick. Thing is, when you wake up, it'll be just like he has. You won't be able to get it up, and I doubt you'll have much interest in sex anyway."

At our class reunion, my so-called best friend, Shannon Drew, pulled out a box stuffed with folded notes. A line was taped across the top— [Draw one of Mia Martinez's hopeless-romantic quotes.] The room burst out laughing. Someone pulled a love letter I'd written to Damien Byford senior year. "Damien smiled at me today. I want to give him all my tomorrows, too." Someone else grabbed one from college. "It's okay if he doesn't text back. He'll think of me when he's not busy." Damien had never replied to a single letter. I'd always figured he'd tossed them years ago. Then Shannon drew letter No. 99. Leaning against Damien, she laughed as she read, "If you ever decide you don't want m

She draws out the words, eyes glittering with glee. "I am dedicated," I say. "There's a reason I'm not going, it's just... personal." I'm sure that must sound extremely stupid. Beth's eyes twinkle. "Well, I guess not all Enfablers are for life. There are always gonna be wannabes". It's ironic that Beth would say that. She and the other Bs only really got into Fable at the end of last year, but since then they've made up for lost time. The Three Bs are the kinds of girls who give Enfablers a bad name. Sending threats to the boys' girlfriends on Twitter. Hating on other fandoms. Turning fans against each other.

"She's been worried about her since she came home. Keeps trying to connect with her, but Fiona treats her like poison." "What are you going to tell her?" "That her stepdaughter is having a breakdown in the parking garage because her husband erased her from existence." Marcus raised an eyebrow. "Leaving out the part where you want to fuck her senseless?" "Obviously." "Smart choice." "And now?" "Now I find out she's the woman I've been obsessing over for three days. The woman who made me feel things I'd never felt before. The woman who fits against me like she was made for me." Rafael's voice dropped to a whisper. "How fucked up is that?"

He read it again. He typed back immediately: *Who is this?* Three dots appeared. Disappeared. Appeared again. And then the response arrived and Mason Reed, who had spent three years building a reputation on being the person that nothing stuck to, felt something stick, felt it land with the specific, unignorable weight of information that changed the shape of everything around it, because the name in the response was one he recognized, and the reason it changed the shape of everything was not because it was unexpected.

That caught his attention for sure. Sharon was one of the weird people too. She loved anything that had something to do with BL fanfiction. Liam had previously learned what that was from a conversation they had when Sharon was doing her daily life snooping. To say she was excited when she found out Liam was gay would be an understatement. She always exaggerates everything, but who was he to judge? “There’s this nightclub called Blood Bank. I heard there were vampires there. It's where kinky things go down.” Becky looked at Sharon questionly. “Yeah right, that's just a rumor.”

His touch sent sparks through me, clit pulsing hard. I am surrounded by them, naked and hard. This is my fantasy, but real, dirty and rsky. Marcus set the bat down, his thick cock fully erect now, his hand stroking it absentmindedly. "She was touching herself back there, I saw her hand moving." The others murmured, their eyes darkening with lust. Sean pushed forward, grabbing my arm to pull me into the open space. "You want a closer look, cheer slut?" His words hit like a slap, but in a good way, my nipples tightened, a fresh gush between my legs.

"She did reject you." "No, she didn't," I said sharp and cold. Max grinned. "So tell me why were you early today, I know you don't just wake up early for no reason. So what's up?" "Busy," I replied. "With whom?" I gave him a look. "The scarf girl." Max's eyes lit up. "No way. You are already on her." "She's easy," I said flatly. "Not in the way she acts- but the way she breaks."