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he grumbled as Simon and Ian laughed at him. “We were about to go fishing. Would you guys join us.” Amber asked, changing the subject. “Sure.” Ian replied. “What are we supposed to do with a raw fish out here?” Kimberly asked. “Eat it, duh… haven’t you heard of sushi before?” Amber smiled at the weird face Kimberly was making. “That’s gross!” she exclaimed because she hated sushi. “You don’t have to eat it if you don’t want to.” Ian said. “I can’t believe this. You too?!... Don’t even think of kissing me after eating that.”

“What are you talking about, great one? Have I by error or omission offended you?” “Tufia kwa gi.” The native doctor spat, “Ichoro ino na-ana mara egbe di ime, okwa ya (you want to determine the pregnancy of a hawk by looking at it, right?). You have failed. Bet me, you have failed.” “But wise one, I don’t understand what you are talking about,” Ejima frowned but did not meet those dark eyes. “You will not understand until nemesis catches up with you.” The Dibia hissed and continued down the path, cursing and fussing.

Minus Cricket wasn’t lying when she said Booker was good at what he did. The information he was able to dig up on Viper was invaluable. As it turns out, he and the Dogs of Fire were more than happy to lend a hand in any effort to rid Portland of the growing scourge of Los Psychos. Within hours, he’d given us Viper’s real name, but also names and addresses of several of Viper’s known associates and family members, his full criminal record, and most importantly the current residence of his baby mama (along with little Viper Jr.) in Old Town.

Johnny reached for Sicily and picked her up as she squealed. "He'll come around." Maria glanced up at Drake as she patted his tummy. "He always does."

For 18+ readers. (MATURE CONTENT) #1st in darklove #4th in darkromance #1st in pure "Good girl." He praised her and continued to massage her dainty feet with gentle hands. "Will you pull such naughty pranks on your loving husband again?" She shook her head, eyes fluttering down in shyness. She won't dare because she hates it whenever he ignores her and gives her a silent treatment. "I won't, husband." "Good, now it's time for another punishment." ???! "W-What punishment, husband?" He didn't say anything and just pulled her down before pinning her on the desk, half of her body leaned on the flat surface and her bottom perked out, looking inevitable to his eyes.

Peace begins to make some sneaky move making me realise she's about to leave me alone with these random guys. Ah! this idiot would do anything to get some d*** inside her. she waves her stupid hands at me signifying her disappearance. Great! I mutter to myself. I suddenly begin to feel bored having no familiar face around sucks pretty much. "Hey, a guy greeted." "Hi" "I'm Andrew." "Vivian" "Nice meeting you Vee, I've heard a lot about you." "Guess you are one of Peace's friends then." "Yeah, she flaunts about you every time, saying how amazing you are."

Gem spits while standing beside mom who is shaking "Haahaa oh yeah we can see you need breaking in, well don't worry cheery pie there's plenty of us whos willing to oblige, and as for this chocolate muffin," he says nodding to mom "well i don't usually like them older but Mmmmm i think ill have a bite of this one",

screen, in confusion I turn to see what he's looking at and there she is on the screen clinging to another girl, I looked closely at her long brown hair and big wide brown eyes, she was radiating fear "But she needn't worry" Abyss was tipping, the shock caused my heart rate to speed up and I had started sweating and that one word slipped out at the same time Acre said exactly the same thing "MATE".

It slows right in front of me, and for a second, I think it’s going to stop. Maybe hitchhiking is a better idea than waiting for a cab. I step toward the street—and then it accelerates. The tire sinks into a puddle, and a mix of water and mud explodes straight at me, ruining my immaculate skirt. “Damn idiot! Are you blind or what?” I shout, furious, trying to see the jerk hiding behind the tinted window. The window rolls down slowly. Shamelessly. A long arm appears first. The sleeve of a black suit fits it perfectly, revealing a small but impossible-to-ignore tattoo on his wrist: a Roman numeral five.

"Fine, if you're not Amanda, what's your name?" "Who said I wasn't Amanda?" She asked raising an eyebrow. "Please, My name is Amanda Walters. What I am saying is, I don't know who you are psycho, what's your name anyway?" "My name?" He stared at her, while she kept a blank face waiting for him to speak. "Jerry, my name is Jerry, Amanda. Let's pretend I haven't been your best friend for eight years and we haven't lived in the same apartment for four years, let's pretend you don't know that my name is Jerry. But just listen, if we do get out of this, I won't forgive you easily Amanda, maybe never."