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“We are a few of those chosen players! We must win and take everyone back!” “I didn’t know watching too much movies is dangerous to your brain,” Geodie kidded, setting some distance between her and Yuri just in case a physical response would happen. I fully understood her, though. Yuri always exchanged everything with physical contacts, that’s why you better prepare yourself or else suffer from her wrath. When you made her laugh, she’d slap you hard. When you made her angry, she’d pin you with her whetted fingernails. When you annoyed her, she’d pinch your ears. Yes, ears; left, and right—she’d pinch them both at the same time. The pain she could cause may not be as intense as what Geodie co

That meant she must be an elite fighter. However, up until that point, she made no move to seduce Dorian despite her shapely body and attractive allure. None of her words, techniques, or aura indicated this. This was nothing like a succubus. Yuria was more like a female warrior who had experienced hundreds of fights. Her elegance was more similar to a leopard. "My name is Dorian Weaver. Pleased to meet you." Dorian gave her a salute with a grim look on his face.

He exerted immense effort to reach this point. Unsure of Gena’s desires, he suspected her confusion and rebellion. Her mindset mirrored that of a child seeking undefined fun, oblivious to its nature or consequences. Yuri found it challenging to enjoy her presence, but he derived pleasure from pushing her to the point of fear. He loved hearing her pain, but to hear her beg for more, as if he gave her the greatest pleasure. Yuri remained uncertain whether it aroused him or repulsed him, the most intense reaction he had ever experienced.

He had some balls, but so did I. “You’re crazy, truly.” I widened my eyes at him and smiled with scorn right before spitting in his face. “Fuck you!” I screamed. “Let me go!” I struggled again right before a harsh strike slapped the right side of my own face. “Don’t make me REALLY hurt you, Vasilisa.” Yuri growled as one of the friends wiped my spit away from his cheek. “On the contrary, we only kill faggots. I dislike you strongly, nonetheless facts say you’re still a woman. It’s against my code to take your life. But...” he trailed off and looked at his group with a twisted grin. “The cure for your...sickness....is to be fucked. Don’t try to stop us, it’ll become worse for you.”

Ben reminded him. Scowling angrily, Yuri looked up into Ben's face. "You will speak with my business acquaintance." He walked away to the double doors. He hadn't even acknowledged Trish's existence yet. Ben looked over at the redhead who smiled at him. She preferred to be underestimated. A moment later Yuri returned with a man wearing a Russian Military uniform. He was carrying a double width attaché case which he set down next to the couch before continuing into the room. When they stood before Ben, Yuri spoke. "Ben Shepherd, this is Colonel Aleksei Vasiliev."

Yuriel got embarrassed and turned away because she couldn't stand to see what was happening. "Even though we've done this before, you're still shy, my dear," Aleandro said seductively next to her ear. She used to get shy when they had sex. Every day, she is stubborn and full of herself. Because she was always taken care of, Alejandro liked them both. "You scumbag!" Yuriel's face turned red with shame and anger. She wasn't used to Aleandro's weird personality, which was usually as cold as an ice sculpture. The way he looked led her astray. A man is always going to be a man. They have a monster in their private parts.h

"Goddess!" the Golden Lion said reverently, breaking the atmosphere as he stepped forward. "This is the person who impersonated you and her comrade." He pointed at Bonnie and Yuri as he said that. Yalena locked her gaze on Yuri. "Why did you impersonate me?" she asked in a gentle and majestic voice. She was shocked by what she saw before her. That woman, Yuri, was not only gorgeous, but she also had unique energy which she had never come across before. She could not even ascertain whether she was a human or a fairy.

With heavy breath and gasped, he tried to ask the devil to stop but the way he begged him only enticed him further. “I do not understand what you mean,” Kim asked innocently as he placed his head in the crook of his neck. “Are you suggesting we do something more than this cause you seem a little excited baby?” He whispered in a low voice while his hands trailed down his chest, stomach and finally reached the place where his dragon was hiding. Yuri tried to resist the touch but it only intensified when he felt something probing on his back. It was something long, something hard, and something that seemed to find itself compatible with Yuri’s body.

dangerous for me. There could be complications if I undergo Emitting Pheromone therapy. " Yuri replied. "What could be your complications if you undergo that kind of therapy," Yuri asked seriously. "I will no longer be marked Alpha and my mate will not accept me if we meet. And the last one is, I will have a hard time with my pregnancy. And there are high possibilities that the life of the child in my womb will be risky" Yuri said sadly to Ciel. Ciel, on the other hand, still can't believe that it will have a big impact if Yuri separates from Sebastian. "So what's your plan?" Ciel asked. Yuri just shrugged in response to her brother. "I hope that one day Sebastian will love you too," Ciel s

“I used to think I was just a copy. A tool. But now…” “You’re fire,” Yuri whispered. “But not to destroy.” “To remember,” Naelle said. “To rise again.” Yuri touched her hand. “You were never just born. You were forged.” Naelle looked at her and whispered, “My name… is Naelle. Not N•17.” Yuri nodded. “And the world better learn it.”