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bumped into me, sending red wine cascading down her dress. As the glass shattered, Silas appeared right on cue. His touch was gentle as he brushed shards of glass off her. Vivian stole a glance at me, but her eyes glistened with faux innocence. "Silas, don't be mad at Serena. I'm sure she didn't mean it." Silas glared at me. "Serena, enough is enough! Are you really still playing these childish games? You think you could actually win me back with such petty schemes?"

Kris laid in bed, eyes wide, staring at the ceiling. She never experienced that type of dream before. It felt so real. Reaching mindlessly to the nightstand, she grabbed her vape, taking a long drag and holding it in. She exhaled, letting her shoulders drop and her eyes close. She thought about the events as they played out in her dream. She was giving a tattoo. It was a beautiful design she made specifically for Elena. They kept locking eyes, making it too hard for her to concentrate.

Hell, I would probably think she needed to go to the loony bin. “Storm, sweetheart, try to understand that–” “NO, GALEN!” she roared as she spun around to face him. “DON’T FUCKING TRY TO TAKE HER SIDE! THIS IS ALL FUCKING INSANE! THERE IS NO PACK! THERE IS NO WATERFALL! THERE IS NO BOOK!” I stood up, anger pouring off me as I slammed my hand down on the desk. “Enough, Storm! You say that my dreams aren’t true, right?” “I do, yes! Why? What about it?” she spat.

Alfi then draws Tipit and Pelidi from his bracelet. "I'll make you sorry for what you said!" Alfi points out Pelidi to Cocong. "Make me!" Cocong just smirks. "You ready?" Cocong said to GEM-B. "For what?" GEM-B looks confused. Alfi runs to Cocong. Cocong with all of his might launches GEM-B by moving his knee forward like a whip. Alfi lunges Tipit piercing GEM-B's chest and pull it out quickly. GEM-B just screams in ecstasy. Feeling disgusted by that, Alfi launches him by hitting Pelidi and Tipit to him. Cocong then launches himself to the sky and launches GEM-B with his kick and Alfi launches him with his weapons. While GEM-B just moans in ecstasy every time they launch him. This stupid fig

Bonolo helps us set up camp as she explained what had happened. Rent, his guards, and Dante had tracked us as far as they could before she had teleported to their rescue, bringing a plan in the form of volant sweets. They had argued for at least ten minutes on who should actually use a Valant sweet and get into the cave to save Ben and me until eventually, Dante won Ching Chong Cha. Rent was still not thrilled that he didn't get to go, and muttered about how he was probably a better flyer.

(eg when Damon speaks, the format will be as this: Damon ~ “Evening Amber.” Let me know what you think, of Gamble With My Heart. Gamble With My Heart is a winner in the Chapters Interactive Stories Writing Contest in 2020. Happy reading, Tatum Whispers ************************* Whatever you think might be real. It is not. Only a fool believes foolish things. You are only as good as the game that you play. And right now, the game is on you. For every single thing that you have ever done to another woman has just come back to you. Karma is a bïtch, and you have been bitten.

I needed to go home. We weren’t even an hour into drowning our sorrows when Gabe, one of my lead warriors, mind-linked me about some rowdy assholes across the room that seemed to be itching for a fight. One of theirs had approached him in the bathroom, asking if we’d be interested in a friendly match. Friendly, meaning not to the death. But bets would be made, money would be tossed around. A winner would be declared and the loser would be a pulp of bloody mess. But the fight would be on two legs, no shifting. If someone broke the rule and shifted, you had the right to kill him for cheating.

She frowned wondering exactly what he was doing here and so now her curiosity increasing she inched a little more towards the door that was left slightly open. "You won this fight, if you keep on winning, you will find yourself getting closer" he was instructing as he gave the shirtless man/fighter a towel. Even from behind Eira couldn't help but admire his broad back and muscles. "Don't worry Mac, I will make sure to win the fights. I am going to get to him, no matter what" Armando said with determination and confidence in his voice. His voice sounded vaguely familiar to Eira but she couldn’t quite place it.

We stared at them for a while before sighing. " And that's how you deal with bitches...." Ariana muttered victoriously. " By giving them a taste of their own medicine." I glanced at her and smiled. She did too. " Pound it." We said together as we made a fist bump. Game over.

He yelled at me, before throwing me over his shoulders like a sack of potatoes. “ PUT ME DOWN!” I yelled back, feeling uneasy over his shoulders. My protests fell to deaf ears. He simply motioned to the rest of them to keep walking, falling behind. If I thought we looked ridiculous before then I was mistaken. At least, then they were only running from unseen forces. Now, they had a crazy-looking tanned skin girl, squirming to be put down.