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She dropped to her knees in front of me and gripped my pant leg. Her voice was hoarse and broken. "Noah! Noah!" Her hair was a tangled, matted mess. Her face was caked with dirt and covered in sores. A foul, stale smell clung to her, and she was so thin that barely anything was left of her. Her arms were covered in scars as well. There was nothing left of the woman who had once been called the most beautiful in Ravenport, and no trace of the untouchable authority of the Grayson heiress remained.

That kind of dangerous, untouchable beauty that makes me want to bend her over the hood of this car. The windows are down and her hair whips all around. It only makes her look more intoxicating. She connects her phone to Bluetooth and E.T by 2Scratch blasts through the speakers. She sings every word, completely absorbed in the moment. There's a fire in her I've never seen before. Silas leans forward, eyes gleaming with pride, and slaps me on my shoulder. "Fuck, brother, look at her go," he says, tone filled with satisfaction.

Her stomach flipped but she walked over anyway because she needed the tip, because she needed to eat and because she needed to survive one more night. She paused at his booth and up close, he smelled of costly cologne, with a sharper edge beneath it… gun oil, maybe. Or danger. “What can I get you?” Her voice came out steadier than she felt. He studied her for a long second, slowly and thoroughly. “Vodka. Neat.” She wrote it down. “Anything else?” He leaned back and the leather creaked. “Your name.” She hesitated. “Bella.” It slipped out before she could stop it. Not Isabella. Not Izzy. Bella.

My smile wobbles, and my eyes trail over her involuntarily. Jannah's body is to die for. Her waist is small, making her killer curves stand out even more. Her breasts are big but super perky, and her butt probably matches. Her style is sophisticated but sexy. Her thick dark hair has natural waves in it, and it frames her heart-shaped face beautifully, making her eyes pop. She barely has any makeup on, and she still looks like she could be on the cover of a magazine.

"Y-yeah" He said almost out of breath, sure her straight caramel hair was now shorter and curly; sure her ascent sounded way off than before, a bit funny even. Was it Australian or German? Seeing her infront of him was like watching one of those silly horror movies where the dead man wakes up in slow motion and talks.

A god. He looked like one. Handsome didn’t even begin to describe him. Chiselled jawline, a short beard that probably cost more than her wages to maintain and silky, dark hair styled to look like he’d just rolled out of bed and didn’t give a fuck. He’d turned her knees to jelly and melted her panties in seconds without moving from his seat. Without even cracking a smile. She had never reacted so violently to anyone before. Why was it always the handsome ones that were batshit crazy?

Her long, jet-black hair cascaded down her slender back, her graceful figure exuding a natural allure. Her snow-white skin was flawless, making her seem like a celestial maiden stepping out of an ancient painting. "She's stunning..." Even Chase, who had faced countless dangers, could not help but gasp softly. His heart pounded wildly. His mind went blank, his body froze, and for the first time in ages, he completely lost focus. At that moment, the lady continued to walk forward with unhurried steps. Her demeanor was calm and composed. She radiated an ethereal presence, exuding an aura so vast and unfathomable that it felt as though she were a divine being descending upon the mortal world.

Sliding my hands into his, we make our way towards the crowd and greeted everyone. "Hey, loa! It's been a while." Carter gives me a side hug and I smile. "It has, hasn't it. We're all so caught up." "Indeed," he nods, taking a sip from his beer, "this is Rein." A girl that I hadn't noticed spins around at the mention of her name. Rein was really pretty. She had killer curly hair and mocha skin. She was a bit on the thicker side, pudgy but it worked for her. She had brown eyes, and wore glasses, like carter.

CADE POV I stood by the window, waiting for her to reach my office. I knew exactly why she’d come all this way. I won’t deny that their presentation was solid. I turned it down partly because of what she’d done earlier, and partly because I felt it was missing something—something that would make it stand out. There was a knock on the door. I gave the command, and it opened. She walked in. She was still dressed in her simple shirt and trousers, which only emphasized her slim figure. Her blonde curls were soft and fluffy, and her turquoise eyes seemed to sparkle—she looked like a deer, delicate and striking. She’s beautiful.

he inquired. "I am probably the most handsome," Hunter boasted. "I am more handsome than you, so you can't call yourself the most handsome because I hold that title." "Fight what you are saying," Ashleigh replied, smiling. "If you are going to be the basis of the handsome, there's nothing ugly in the world anymore." Hunter gave her a short glance and raised an eyebrow.