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fanbase. “Fanbase full of clowns, just like their idol,” she mumbled. Next she typed “Florians” and his page loaded instantly. Handle: @FIFiOfficial. 90M followers. Last post was from his tour finale last year. The rest were old: ice skating clips, studio shots, candid smiles. “Perfect golden boy,” she scoffed. “Fake cheerful.” A minute later she closed I* and opened a black icon on her home screen: ECHO.

"Can I at least take pictures of them to show?" "Sweetheart, they don't show up in photos," I reminded her, then caught myself as my hand went transparent, nearly dropping the milk through it. "Just like Mom's having some camera issues lately too." That was an understatement. My driver's license photo now looked like someone had tried to photograph the northern lights doing an interpretive dance. The DMV was not amused. A familiar pulse of energy made me look up. Through the kitchen wall (enhanced vision did have some perks), I could see First materializing in the backyard, their form unusually agitated.

That caught his attention for sure. Sharon was one of the weird people too. She loved anything that had something to do with BL fanfiction. Liam had previously learned what that was from a conversation they had when Sharon was doing her daily life snooping. To say she was excited when she found out Liam was gay would be an understatement. She always exaggerates everything, but who was he to judge? “There’s this nightclub called Blood Bank. I heard there were vampires there. It's where kinky things go down.” Becky looked at Sharon questionly. “Yeah right, that's just a rumor.”

Fiona grinned mischievously, “Back in my wild days, I knew an audio-visual store owner with a rich collection of films. Aren’t you looking for…that? I’ve sourced some for you, study up.” Bella paused, then caught on, “Adult films?” Such things weren’t particularly interesting, but Fiona’s suggestion piqued her curiosity. Fiona gave her a knowing look, “European, Japanese, anime…though Japanese ones aren’t great, too ugly.” “Got any Ultraman?” Fiona scrutinized her disdainfully. No wonder they were incompatible. Ultraman? Where’s the appeal in that? “You also want to watch Transformers?” “Transformers shoot oil.” She had inadvertently seen Transformers erotic fan art—way too much for her.

At our class reunion, my so-called best friend, Shannon Drew, pulled out a box stuffed with folded notes. A line was taped across the top— [Draw one of Mia Martinez's hopeless-romantic quotes.] The room burst out laughing. Someone pulled a love letter I'd written to Damien Byford senior year. "Damien smiled at me today. I want to give him all my tomorrows, too." Someone else grabbed one from college. "It's okay if he doesn't text back. He'll think of me when he's not busy." Damien had never replied to a single letter. I'd always figured he'd tossed them years ago. Then Shannon drew letter No. 99. Leaning against Damien, she laughed as she read, "If you ever decide you don't want m

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“About time. I knew Xeros couldn't resist. All that talk about restraint and holding back. You look like you've been ravaged. In a good way.” I touched the mark again—a smaller spark this time, but still a shiver racked through me. “It… glows when I—” “— touch it or when you think of him,” Rori finished, smug. “Classic. My cousin’s mark lights up like a firefly when her mate’s horny. Have you noticed it, Luna?” I buried my face in my hands, laughing despite myself. For the first time, the title Luna didn’t feel like a collar. It felt like armor.

She was doing this. At the break, Anita appeared with a tray of water and a grin. “The BTS from the café is already at thirty‑two thousand views. People are making fan art of the mask.” Natalie let herself smile. “Already?” “Already.” Anita nudged her shoulder. “You’re trending in California, Not joking.” Fiona’s phone buzzed. She didn’t look at it for three whole seconds. Then she did, and her expression changed minutely. “Adrien, go long for five. Natalie, mirror. Anita, with me.”

What are you looking at? Anna Garcia was shocked and quickly put away the tablet and smiled, 'It's okay, it's okay.' KrisTinaen Oliver squinted at her and reached for the tablet. I found Anna Garcia arguing with people on trumpet whether ETinahan WharTinaon should match Xenos Winter or her. Looking at the comments section, KrisTinaen Oliver's lips twitched wildly. This posture is no less than two million fans' star fans tearing at the end. 'We've broken up. There's no need to do this.'

she glances at the bulge in my pants. "Oh, you’re definitely going to suck my cock, Kira." I rub her parted lips with a thumb. "Wear that lipstick I like tomorrow." Her eyes widen when understanding dawns on her. Did she think this was a one-time thing? I meant it when I said I was going to act out all those fantasies of hers as well as some of my own. ______ Shane’s text message arrives as I reach my car. [I found Grisha’s lackey.] It’s accompanied by the picture of a man stripped to his underwear and strung up the roof of Shane’s favorite spot—the container he prefers to call ‘purgatory’.