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But staying out in the open and receiving air has always been a good way to ward off bad vibes. Charlie attends a part time school, hence the reason she is still at school at the age of twenty-five, the same can’t be said for her sister though, at the age of Twenty-six Vicky is already head of finance at the black fur company, and a model at that, her pictures were hung on bill boards, and she’s even appeared on television. ‘and all I do is to fight at my spare time’ Charlie thinks to herself. Black fur used to be her father’s company, until the inevitable happened. It’s been long but she still thinks about it, the way people didn’t even care, it was like she was the only one who had ever la

Rhian Monteclara, a lively and charming 25-year-old entrepreneur, is the face behind the popular fragrance brand Glam Perfume—known for its tagline: "One scent, one story." Her magnetic presence easily captures attention wherever she goes. People are often drawn to her confidence, but some become unexpectedly put off once they see her bubbly and playful personality.

The note read: Claire, We love you so much. I hope you have an amazing night in this gorgeous dress. Live your dream! Signed, your sister Selene I opened the box and gasped. It was the dress I picked out weeks ago on one of our shopping sprees! It was so expensive I put it back. I remember it fitting like a glove. I put the dress on and the heels it came with. The dress was beautiful. It was black with sparkles. Coming to mid thigh, strapless and backless. It was a very beautiful dress. I went back for it a week later because I was kicking myself for not buying it. But to my surprise it was gone! Now I knew why. Looking at myself in the mirror I told myself: “LET’S DO THIS!” And walked out o

Aru examined it since he can see everyone from the inside, and curious why was no one looking in his direction turned out the glass room was tinted. After knowing this, his head throb more not from the pain, but from anger! Rubbing both sides of his temple, and his knuckles are tightening that he wanted to punch someone right now to vent his anger. “Fucking kidding me?, how can I even pay the money if my post is like this? It's like you don't really want me to earn a single penny!” He said this to himself after giving another glance at the glass room. Out of anger, he strode his way to the common chair, where the other Omega male strippers were sitting, and made himself comfortable.

I increased my airpods to a full blast as I boarded the cycle before Rey sped home. I'm Cincinnati Lopez, a sassy bookstore staff by day and by nightfall, I was NYC's hotshot stripper and that was my secret identity. I was known as "City Glam" popularly known as Glam. Cin by day, Glam by night. Welcome to my life. As closed off as I could be, there were some that I held dear to my heart and they were Ms Lennon and the twins and my alter ego. I cared about her but I'd hardly or never show it and I basically paid the bills of the twins unknown to them. Only the sweet old lady and I were aware.

[ NEW TASK: THE GHOST ] [OBJECTIVE: IGNORE DOMINIC GREYHOUND FOR THE REMAINDER OF THE EVENT. [CRITERIA: NO EYE CONTACT. NO CONVERSATION. ACT AS IF HE DOES NOT EXIST.] [REWARD: $500,000 & INTRODUCTION TO A NEW PROSPECTIVE LOVE INTEREST.] I freeze. “No. Not tonight,” I plead silently. “Anything but this.” The screen pulses a deep, warning red. [FAILURE TO COMPLY WILL RESULT IN A PARTIAL RESET OF BEAUTY ATTRIBUTES.] Partial reset? Beauty attributes? I would start getting ugly? In real time?

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