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Not under my watch as Alpha will I let that happen, Never. XENIA'S POV The last time I felt this shocked was the day I started seeing my menses as a teenager, believe me, it was a very spectacular experience. Suffice to say, after the first day of that trance, I've kept on having strange dreams and a recurring pull to travel. The last dream I had this night; I was at a waterfall in the woods, wearing animal skin two piece about diving into the water with an approximately 6'5 brown skin tan man, he had the most amazing smile and was drop down gorgeous in a manly way, he took my hand and I looked into his light brown eyes and then we jumped from the cliff straight into the water. I never felt

Morana’s POV I found out about Xavier’s woman the same way most people found out about things they weren’t supposed to know yet and that was through Felix sending me something at 7 AM with the subject line that simply read: he’s actually cooked. I opened the link still in bed with Tristan’s arm across my waist and my eyes not fully adjusted to the morning. The T*****r thread had forty thousand retweets already.

“Those two parties are sure to be very busy today. Since dawn, my people have been simultaneously leaking all the documents, from tax manipulation to evidence of bribery in commercial projects, right up to their fraudulent investment scandals, to financial authorities and the mass media. They won’t have a moment to breathe.” ​Xavier leaned in, resting both palms on either side of Anna’s body. The narrowing distance allowed Xavier’s heavy breath to brush against her face. The man gently stroked Anna’s jaw. The corner of his mouth twitched slightly as his thumb moved to stroke Anna’s lower lip, which was still slightly swollen. “You have only one task now, Anna. Do your very best so that my se

“Janea, something is really wrong. First, the dream of an unknown vampire killing me, and now this. Something bad is happening and I think I’m right in the middle of it.” She didn’t respond, just looked at me with worry in her eyes.

I’d deleted the account ages back. Or hadn’t I? I couldn’t remember. “How the hell–” “Doesn’t matter anyway,” she gave a smug grin, satisfied with the reaction she’d gotten from me. She sat up, the sheets pooling down to her waist, revealing her bare tits which were still flushed from earlier. “I’ve fantasized about it. About you tying me up and hurting me just enough, making me scream your name in tears as you make me come so hard I forget your name.” I stared at her. Twenty one today. Spencer’s little girl and she was already asking for the side of me I’d buried because it was too dark, too risky, way too much to explain to anyone; especially not the daughter of my best friend.

She continues to focus on Xander only for a few short paragraphs, detailing his politics and his forced subjection of Sarah, and Jessica, and their mother. But then, to my surprise, the story turns again to me. It’s a love story, really, of how Sinclair and I found each other despite Xander’s plans and fell in love, how hard we worked to rid this nation of Damon – who honestly wouldn’t have been much better than Xander himself. She even tells of Xander’s attempt to kidnap Rafe, and then all the work I did in the refugee camps to help people who really need me.

Bodies lay on the floor carelessly and the smell of decay and burnt flesh hit my nose from every angle. You might be wondering who I am. Richard Williams, that's my name. A special Force in the US military with two tours in Afghanistan and one in Iraq. It's been three weeks since the virus broke out, three weeks since I got separated from my wife and daughter. The thought of them brought a sad look on my face, one soon which to that of fright when I heard a loud scream close by. It was followed by a gunshot and then another. The screams and gunshots echoed across the street and I wondered who the fool was. A gunshot is enough to draw the attention of the whole infected in the area, not to ta

“Yale, Wendy committed bigamy, secretly stole your research, and she’s now suspected of selling patients’ medical information overseas. That’s enough to put her in prison for a long time!” “Don’t rush.” I looked at all the evidence Xavier had gathered. A bone-chilling numbness spread through me. We had been together for ten years and married for seven. I never imagined that the woman who had always seemed so elegant and untouchable would become someone so completely different in the end.

His fingers slipped beneath my panties, brushing against my throbbing clit. “Fuck…” Father wouldn't be back before dark. There was still time. I threw my head back, letting this evil desire consume me. *** ETHAN COLE The things written on the laptop screen were more of a surprise than I expected. Kyle Xavier. The brown haired man with the innocent eyes. It was common knowledge that he had once been connected to the Xaviers — but that branch of the family had long fallen. “Did you find something else, Winnie?” I asked, crossing my legs as I sat on the chair in my room.