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It was on the damn classroom screen, with stupid captions written on it in red marker “ Haven, the most unsexy she wolf alive who makes people least interested in sex.” My fists curled up in anger and my fingers dug deep inside my flesh. I stood up, my gaze searched the class looking for that one culprit I knew was responsible for this, that stupid cheerleader. “Ember!,” I whispered to myself. That stupid bitch, there she was smirking proudly at me. She was looking stunning as always, her hair strawberry blonde, tied in long high pony tail, flowing down her back in long waves, her eyes hazel, with thick fake eyelashes, dark lipstick and mascara. Ember was naturally a flawless beauty but she

And Hazel had been wondering what kind of birthmark it was because she had never seen such a birthmark on anyone since she was born. "Your birthmark looks different." Hazel asked Emily while she was bathing Star. Emily would only smile at her and tell her that. "Because I was born different from others." Those were Emily's words to Hazel. Jane telling her about the birthmark on Emily's hand, made it very clear to her who Emily really was and what her missions were. "My Lady, you need to eat some more, you haven't even touched your food yet." Jane said calmly to Hazel. Hazel only nodded her head in response.

“I mean, look at you! The coat, the boots, the whole city girl aesthetic—I love it. You look like you walked right out of a fashion magazine.” Haze looked taken aback, but before she could respond, Emily grabbed her hands in excitement. “Richard, you didn’t tell me she was this stylish! You’re like—like a movie star! How do you even know my brother?” Haze shot me a sideways glance. I sighed, pinching the bridge of my nose. “Emily, calm down.” “I am calm,” she insisted, but the excitement in her eyes said otherwise. Before she could continue her interrogation, a deep voice interrupted.

Emily said. Luna remained quiet. “What if I don’t know mine?” Emily blinked. Then shrugged. “Draw anyway.” Luna looked back at the paper. Her pencil moved slowly. Dark hair. Gray eyes. No name. No smile. Just a face she had never forgotten. The same face from the photo hidden in her room. The same woman everyone called dangerous. The same woman she told herself she hated. Emily looked down. “She’s pretty.” Luna immediately covered the paper. “It’s nobody.”

Ceres's POV I was curious. What could have possibly brought her to my den? Moments later, Emily stepped inside. She was pale, her lips drained of color, her hands twisting nervously in front of her. She looked like a ghost of herself. Emily resembled Luna Sonia—delicate, almost ethereal, the kind of beauty that made people instinctively want to protect her. But I knew better. That frail, innocent mask had fooled me once. Never again. Even now, she fought to keep her fear at bay, though I could smell it. It clung to her skin, sharp and bitter, mixing with the faintest trace of lavender perfume.

"And this one. Taken from a car across the street." "Someone was watching me," Emily breathed. "My whole life? Why? I was a nobody. I was the girl who couldn't shift." Ethan took the photos from her, spreading them out on the table. He picked up the envelope and held it up to the light. He ran his thumb over the texture of the paper. "This isn't standard stock," he muttered. "It’s vellum. Treated with silver nitrate." He looked at Emily, his face pale.

Translation: I looked pretty, but fat. The fundraiser pics. I looked hot. I felt hot. But of course, the first thing she zeroes in on is the nonexistent bloat in the photo. I resist the urge to throw my phone across the room and instead fork another bite of spinach into my mouth like a responsible adult who doesn’t crave violence. At least the dressing is good. Emily, it turns out, is less of an agent and more of a glorified babysitter. A babysitter with manicured claws and a talent for passive-aggressive comments.

It's not until James clears his throat that I realize I may have been staring at Enzi for a little too long. “Dara and Marc are wolves but Nathan is a muse and Emily is a vampire. I wasn't sure you knew that,” I tell Jayvon and Enzi. Would they still want to welcome a vampire? ” “She’s a vampire? But I saw her on the cameras. Usually, vamps don't show up in photos, mirrors, or video footage, or do they?” Jayvon questions. I’m pleased that he doesn’t sound upset or disappointed that Emily is not a wolf. It’s more like he’s confused.

Hilton moaned as thick streams of cum filled his mouth, leaking from the corners of his lips and dripping down his chin. Ron stepped back, chest heaving. Emily giggled, gathering a creamy bead with her finger and pushing it into Hilton’s mouth. He swallowed obediently. Zoey came with a cry, legs trembling as pleasure washed over her. Hilton groaned and spilled himself across the pool deck, his cum covering Emily’s hand. She licked her fingers clean with a satisfied smile. “That,” Emily said, “might be the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.” Zoey couldn’t stop smiling. Neither could Hilton. And that was only the beginning.

After Emily thought of those disgusting things, her entire body trembled and cried out loudly. Emma knitted her brows. Seeing Emily cry in such despair, she guessed that the photos that flowed out on the Internet were all real news. "Someone is trying to harm me!" Emily said while crying. "Do you know who it is?" Emma already had a plan in her heart. But she wanted to hear what Emily would say. Emily shook her head in pain. "I don't know. Maybe it's Tasya, or maybe. . . Helena!" "Have you ever had a relationship with them?" Emma knew that Helena had returned to Civada to work and her popularity was also increasing day by day.