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If so, then I see no problem with that" "Truth is, she had a crush on me in high school and I walked out when she told me but now it's been years and after bumping into her of recent, I have been feeling all kinds of affection and it's certain I want her to love me back because I can't get her out of my head, I'm not sure what it is but I know I want her to feel the same way for me again"

She was stunning, she really was, her thick straight blonde hair which was technically white went all the way to her waist, and to match was her gorgeous ocean blue eyes that looked exciting to stare into which bolstered her happy and mischievous nature all at once, Her complexion hinted that she gets a lot of sun but also the right amount as there wasn't any sunburn signs in sights which was me saying she has flawless skin and while she looked like the beach and I on the other hand look like the forest. I have emerald green eyes which only flares up when I feel overly emotional, plump pink lips and brown, almost red, hair but unlike my bestfriend my skin was kind of pale too. The moment I s

She flipped her hair, and stood up before straddling him, putting her hands on his chest. She looked into his eyes, noticing how they burnt with something different tonight. She was unsure at first whether she was just imagining it, or if she was having a hard time seeing his eyes in the dark, but after a while she was sure of it. She did not have a clue what was going on behind those deep eyes of his, but she knew that something was going on and she was the cause of it.

She looked at me with a sad look, “I understand because I feel like a mess too. Goddess, I just wished I could kill all those bastards with my bare hand.” “You wouldn’t kill me, right?” Hera's voice suddenly startled us and caused us to whip our heads toward her. We gasped in surprise at the sight of her. She was standing in front of the bed, her face adorned with a white facial mask and her hair curled in pink hair rollers. “Fucking snapdoodles! You look scary!” Mia shouted and I nodded. Her face lit up with a wide grin as she apologized. "Oh, I am sorry. I'm just getting ready for the day with my morning skin and hair care routine." She hummed softly.

𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒂𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒔 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒖𝒈 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒌 𝒃𝒓𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒉𝒂𝒊𝒓. Zane 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒃𝒐𝒐𝒃𝒔 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒄𝒂𝒈𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 �

She began to stroke him gently. "You're playing with fire." He rumbled hoarsely grabbing her hand to stop her. "Well, I'm ready to get roasted." She replied in a sultry voice. Ethan checked his watch. "You have someone you can get today's notes from?" "Yeah. Hadiza." She answered. "She's the type of person you can call your friend." He told her. "The parking lot is nearby." "No." He kissed her long and hard and came up for air, panting. "I want you on all fours."

She covered her hands across her belly and took a deep breath, “to the girls in my pack, long hair is just a handle for Xavier’s thugs to drag them out; and a soft belly is a foot pad for my dad to kick at when they try to struggle. Beauty makes us weak.” So she has her hair keep short and always cover her belly. Again. Just like last night. Her dark past was haunting her like a ghost. No matter what he talked to her, she was trapped by her awful memories. “Patience.” Leo offered his reminder, “You were just like her before, remember? If no one has understood her, you must be the one.” Right. Archer’s memories calmed himself down. “It is weakness that makes she-wolves weak, honey. And you’re

Let's hope for the best for our best friends. Alex was speechless. He just guessed it right even though she didn't even say anything to him. She saw a new light in Dame's personality.

she wince as she pick the apple from the ground and look at it. Her eyes light up when she saw Ariel waving at her from the window. She run to the window and wave at Ariel with a smile on her face. " Hera " Ariel called when she saw Hera running towards the window with excitement in her voice.

My heart drops to the floor. I stare at the notification for some minutes, my thumb hanging over it, not sure if I’m ready for what’s inside. Then I tap. Fuck, it's really her! Hermione. My woman. She’s on a stage, with a mic in her hand, talking like she owns the whole room. And that red dress she's in… tight, hugging every bit of her curves. That's the kind of dress that could make a man commit murder just to get her eyes on him.