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“Liar. You and your husband must have laughed when you came here.” “I am not you, Darcy. We are not the same. I don't laugh over others' suffering, much less over my own family. You can believe it or not.” Heather caressed my arm. “I'm leaving. Stay strong for Keane's sake. You're all he has after his father is gone.” My eyes heated up. I bit my lip to keep from crying before her. Heather turned around, and a handsome man approached her. Her husband wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her head, the man who should have been mine.

I held Heather even tighter to me as I got closer and closer to the edge. Heather slid her hand under my robe and rubbed my chest. "It's okay Daddy." She said. "Cum for her. Cum in her mouth." That was all it took. I made a fist in Honey's hair as I shot load after load of sperm onto her tongue and down her throat. She took it all, just like always. I moaned long and low as I let go. "Is he cumming?" Heather asked. "Mmmm. Mmm-hmmm." Honey said as I continued to shoot. She let the cum fill her mouth, and then swallowed it all before making her way back up to my chest.

I was on her swing, the one she made me buy years ago when my parents wouldn't care that kids needed kids' stuff. I didn't cry. Once was enough, and it had to be in front of him. Damn Marcus. The smoke billowed in front of me, and I closed my eyes, blocking the rest of the world. “Hey.” I opened my eyes, coming face to face with Heather. She was holding on to her thousand-dollar bag, her hair and face all done for a dinner that was supposed to be about a dead kid. “What do you want, Heather?” She stepped closer to me. “I know you are mourning, baby. But you shouldn’t go against your father. You know how he can be.”

Marcus said. Juliette yelled, "I'm not going! Madison is dead! I'm in no mood for the ceremony!" My family was deeply moved. Dad hugged Juliette and said, "You're such a good child. From now on, you're our only daughter." Tears streamed down Juliette's face, her eyes full of anguish. But as soon as they turned to leave, her expression went completely cold. She opened her social media and posted a photo captioned, "Madison, may your next life bring you nothing but happiness."

“Yes, I know you’re angry, but after so many years apart, I’ve always missed him! “Today, I finally gathered the courage to come. Rest assured, I won’t erase what you have done.” I spread my hands helplessly. “Lillian, I’ve told you. Setting all that aside, he truly isn’t your son!” “How could that be! You only have this one child. If he’s not my son, then whose could he be?!” “He’s my son. He’s my own flesh and blood. He’s born to me, Shea Wilde!”

He wasn't going to die, that he was certain. The pieces were finally together, the missing pieces to his little puzzle. Now, he is heading to the next murder scene. From his calculations, the killer will strike soon. The two families were killed two weeks apart and it's already over a week since the Ayodele's murder. Lex could still taste the water he had taken at the Ayodeles', everything seemed blurry to him now. His time at the Ayodele's, his encounter with the blood inscription. Music blared from his car radio. The cool, soothing tunes of Halsey could be heard. Her song: Now or Never was played. Lex liked the song. Very alternative. Unscrewing Lex's nuts, filling him with nostalgia, gi

Right after leaving the banquet hall, I received a notice from the hospital telling me that Henry had died. My intelligent, mature son was only eighteen years old, and he was gone from the world forever. That realization made me cry so much that I almost fainted. Henry just wanted to lessen the financial burden of the family, but he had ended up with a cracked head and a torn-up stomach. He could not even die with a full body intact. His final request had been to see his own father before dying, but that man was too busy throwing a celebration party for the son of a dead comrade.

She tapped on it, and the video began to play. At once, a series of loud static filled the air, followed by a string of loud curses from someone. "You can't blame me for being heartless toward you, Joshua Norman! Go to hell, you fucking bastard! Once you're dead, Mom and Dad will belong to me and me alone for the rest of my life!" Dad suddenly looked up, his eyes wide with disbelief as his face darkened. That was none other than Jayson's voice!

What happened when they visited her after the wedding? “Greta,” My father’s voice, filled with spite, low and yet powerful like a thunder, “Leave.” Greta laughed, “Oh why should I, Father?” She rasped. My father’s eyes glowed at the word “Father” coming from Greta. “I beheaded your father, Greta. If you have problems remembering, I can send you to meet him…in hell.” He hissed. Her throat bobbed, and pain and anger flashed through her eyes. Her teeth gnashed and then Jason placed his hands on her shoulder.

Sometimes I'd listen outside her door And I'd hear how mama would cry for him I'd pray for her even more than me I'd pray for her even more than me I know I'm praying for much too much But could you send her The only man she loved I know you don't do it usually But Dear Lord She's dying to dance with my father again Justin went downstairs with a huff and he stopped abruptly over the foot of the stairs. The tears were on the verge again as he tiptoed his feet. He observed the corner hallway as the last lines of the song ended in the speakers. Every night I fall asleep And this is all I ever dream