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She asked a while later. "I don't have one. My setting is like that. Anything deleted was forever gone. It can't be retrieved," Ashley was now crying silently, wiping her tears with the back of her hands. She knew she was fucked up now. Niel would be absolutely angry at her any moment now. "Gosh... I already deleted my final draft," Brandon said. He had cleared the recycle bin so the file was gone forever too. "Me too..." Leo added. "Me too..." Haylee said the same.

“I will, Brother. Oh, I will. Although I think all of my crush or boyfriends are all scared once they knew that I have eight brothers.” Dear Gentle Readers, if you wish to read Clarabelle's and Dean's story, head to "Fuck You and All Of Your Bullshits". Reed and Liesl's story is also available and it's called "Tempted By The Devil". Both stories will be updated regularly in December. Thank you and stay safe!

There was only one thing in its mind: Kill the one that defiled its mate. ___ A/N: sorry for dissapearing! i had college stuff to worry about, thanks for sticking with my story and expect more content to come soon. Have a good one :) Normal 0 21 false false false ES-CO X-NONE X-NONE /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:"Tabla normal"; mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; mso-style-noshow:yes; mso-style-priority:99;

I could recognize that voice from wherever I was. It was the beast. The fucking beast. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- A/n I’m really feeling guilty for not updating as promised, guys. And, for that, I’m truly sorry. I had to come up with another story for you all because this book would soon be coming to an end. Please leave your reviews… For my new books, you could read it while it’s still free. Fall in Love with a Billionaire – A Billionaire Romance story Bad boy and Our Wrong Love – A Teen Fiction Romance story.

The wet squelching sounds were absolutely obscene. “You’re such a disgusting little fist slut,” she laughed. “Taking my whole hand like a cheap whore. I bet Maya would die if she saw her best friend getting fisted by her big sister.” The dirty talk sent me over the edge again. I came violently around her fist, my pussy gushing and squirting all over her arm and the bed. Lena kept fisting me through it, drawing out the orgasm until I was sobbing with pleasure. She finally pulled her hand out slowly, leaving my cunt gaping wide open. She brought her soaked fist to my mouth.

Instead, he cremated them and scattered their ashes into the sea. After receiving the pig kidney transplant, Vivian's body began to reject it violently. She was forced to take large amounts of anti-rejection drugs every day. At the same time, Joel released all evidence of her plagiarism online, clearing my name completely. Her once-loyal fans, upon learning the truth, turned on her in fury. They harassed her relentlessly, threatening and attacking her daily until she no longer dared to leave her home. In the end, she ran out of medication and could not reach a hospital in time. Vivian died alone in her home, her body not discovered until it had already begun to rot.

Just me, my nerdy glasses constantly slipping down my nose, and the three ripped, dangerously attractive stepbrothers I’ve done everything possible to avoid since they entered my life. Kai, Jax, and Ryker. All tall, heavily tattooed, muscular, and packing the kind of cocks I describe in vivid, vulgar detail in my secret online stories. The ones that made my anonymous account LunaLustWrites explode in popularity. Faceless videos of my body — heavy tits bouncing, my tight pussy stretched and creaming around thick toys, my ass arched high showing that small heart tattoo and distinct mole on my lower back. I write depraved taboo fantasies and film myself living them out in secret. No one knows t

"The MegaNovel servers aren't just software anymore; they’ve become a graveyard of abandoned endings. Because you and Clara 'left' the story, the narrative tension that held this reality together has snapped. The 'Static' is moving in. It’s erasing everything—the Orchard, the Mars Colonies, Hope’s future." Clara walked down the stairs, her eyes fixed on a specific screen showing their daughter. Hope was standing in her New York office, but she was fading. Her iridescent eyes were turning grey. The city behind her was being eaten by a void of pure, unformatted white. "She’s being deleted," Clara sobbed, reaching for the hologram. "Because we stopped being 'interesting,' she's losing her right

How can we put an end to this if we don’t stay away from each other? We were not in any kind of relationship, but when I write my diary entry that night, it feels like I’ve been jilted. I strike through the whole entry, determined not to let him mar my sexy fantasies. Just because I stopped acting on these fantasies doesn’t mean I can’t write them. This time, I’m writing from experience. When Rhys touches me in my fantasies, I feel his touch as though it were real, the scent of his skin when he embraces me so unadulterated that the lines between imagination and reality start to blur.

he said. I walked to my bag. Hands shaking. Pulled it out. Opened it on his kitchen counter. He stood behind me. Watching. Close enough to see everything. Not close enough to touch. "Open the file," he said. I did. Pulled up the manuscript folder. "Teaching My Virgin Lover." The main document. Twenty-three chapters. Forty thousand words. Months of work. Staring back at me. "Delete it," he said. My finger hovered over the trackpad.