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Once His Wallflower, Now His Biggest Mistake
"That is a very dangerous game to play with a man who has a graveyard full of people who crossed him."
"The graveyard is full because you put them there," I whispered, leaning back in, finally taking him into my mouth.
I swirled my tongue around the ridge, drawing a sharp, ragged groan from his chest. Jasper’s grip in my hair tightened, his hips jerking forward instinctively, but I held firm, controlling the depth, controlling the pace. I used every ounce of leverage I had, pulling him deeper, the heat of my throat wrapping around him until his hands began to shake against my head.
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Bloodscript: Survival Game of the Reborn
It felt wrong in a different way than in the ink.
The air around it was colder. Thin.
The edges of the opening flickered slightly, light glitching along them in brief, staticy bursts.
It was an exit.
Or an exit wound.
“Please tell me that doesn’t just dump us into the recycling bin,” Jax said, breathing hard. “I do not want to be turned into confetti today.”
“Stay or jump,” Grant said grimly, staring at the spreading pools of ink. “Those are the options.”
Because the Graveyard wasn’t just going to let us linger and admire our handiwork.
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HEXA : MERCHANT OF DEMISE
by the album named Spooky Tooth: That Was Only Yesterday.
He always node his head for the beats but now he couldn’t shake his head and the lyrics, “…returned it full of sorrow…” he wept over the lines gravely and he started the engine with full speed to his small factory.
He sliced the cedar tree into pieces with help of his chopping machine and after seven hours of shedding his sweat and energy, he prepared the coffin decorated with a minute carving of little turion buds and butterflies with extreme grief and agony in his chest.
He removed the fabric from the person long dead, placed the soulless body in the coffin and grieved over their death solemnly. He attached the chains and wheels to
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Flawed Utopia
He motioned us to come in, holding the door for all of us.
Daisy stepped in not caring anymore all she wanted to do was find Zander and smack him once she does for leaving Lavender all alone. The other followed still creeped out Snow grabbed my hand scared of going in crowd places, Lavender held on to Snow when she saw how many people were there, both girls getting claustrophobic.
As they walked further into the house, the girls notice many people on the dance floor moving their body's in different ways. When we got to the living room there was a witch dancing on top of the coffee table moving her body with a Griffin himself.
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Sharing My Best Friend’s Brother
Still craving a man who's shown me I'm nothing but a piece of ass to him.
So I lift my glass, drain what's left, and paste the smirk back on my face like armor. "C'mon, cuz. Let's dance. I don't wanna talk about men problems tonight."
Daisha grins. "Now that's the energy I'm lookin' for."
She grabs my hand, dragging me straight into the crush of bodies.
The dancefloor moves like one giant wave under the flashing lights, shoulder to shoulder, heat and sweat rolling through the air thick enough to taste. Daisha's already in her element—dropping low, throwing her ass back like she's auditioning for Beyoncé's next tour.
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Chosen wolf
But this wasn’t just a fight anymore; it was a cold, brutal dance.
The musky scent of the creatures we fought hung around covering the scent of blood. Beneath the flickering gaslight, shadows danced like wraiths, making it hard to discern friend from foe. A guttural snarl echoed in the cave as Danni spun to the right. I mirrored her, my own boots scraping against the grimy cobblestones as I moved left, the rough wool of my tunic brushing against my skin. The *thwack* of a blade meeting something solid rang out as I intercepted a vampire lunging at Danni's exposed flank. A moment later, a chilling hiss erupted behind me, and I felt the cold rush of air as another attacker tried to slip past.
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The Twins’ Grave
They had to see us with their own eyes.
With the gravesite nearly unearthed, the groundskeeper stumbled out.
“Oh, my Moon Goddess! I laid those she-wolves to rest. It’s bad enough that no werewolf held a funeral for them now that they are gone. Why are you digging up their grave?”
Dumbstruck, Blake and Kaden paused.
“Lucia, I was wrong! It’s all my fault. Come back! I regret everything!”
Blake dropped to his knees and struck his palm across his face repeatedly.
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Dancing on Keys
Even if they came across me on the outside, their faces wouldn't betray a single hint of recognition.
I loved this place, because it allowed me to unleash my true self.
"My dearest patrons…" I threw the rose into the crowd, watching as they scrambled to catch it. "Thank you for watching my dance."
I bowed gracefully, before hooking a finger under my bodice, slipping it off.
"My name is Rose, and I will be having the pleasure of performing for you starting today."
I scanned their faces, picking out tonight's target.
This really was…
An intoxicating night!
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The Fae Serenade.
“A feast? For what?”
“It is an ancient tradition for the finals of the Dance of the Dead,” Isadora says. Her ocean blue eyes lock onto mine, and for the first time, I see a deep, heavy flicker of pity drowning her gaze. “It is called the Last Supper. Because three days from now, one of you will inevitably die in that arena.”
She looks at my small frame to my bruised neck, and the utter lack of hope in her eyes tells me everything I need to know. She doesn’t expect me to survive the fight against the Ripper Ghost.
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One last dance
Belle's POV
Beyond surprised at Christian's action, I squatted to make sure the other guy was okay before standing to look at my husband.
The guests present were not slow to take out their phones to record again as always. Why did we always manage to bring up drama at every party? I wondered silently.
"What the hell?" I whispered to him, completely ashamed that he would ruin his birthday celebration just because of a guy who was only asking to dance with me and whom I was refusing already. A guy that I didn't find attractive at all.
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I picked up 'Dancing on My Grave' expecting a dark, introspective memoir, but it turned out to be so much more layered. The book follows Gelsey Kirkland, a ballet prodigy who rose to fame alongside Mikhail Baryshnikov, only to spiral into self-destructive behavior fueled by addiction and eating disorders. Her raw honesty about the brutal demands of professional ballet—the relentless perfectionism, the physical torment—left me stunned. It’s not just a cautionary tale; it’s a visceral look at how artistry and pain intertwine.
What stuck with me most was Kirkland’s vulnerability. She doesn’t glamorize her struggles with cocaine or her fraught relationships. Instead, she exposes the underbelly of ballet’s glittering world, where youth is currency and bodies are pushed to breaking point. The title itself feels symbolic—like she’s mocking the very industry that nearly consumed her. After reading, I couldn’t watch ballet performances the same way; now I always wonder about the shadows behind the pirouettes.
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