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Sinclair watching us lazily from his seat on the couch, his protruded cock still bobbing as he puffed on his cigar. His eyes met mine and he smirked. Something about how sensual it was made my stomach tickle. He crushed the butt of his cigar on the ashtray, still holding my gaze. He poured whiskey slowly into a glass cup, and my eyes flickered his fingers closed round the glass as he swirled the liquid slowly, and brought it to his lips. When I looked up, his eyes were still holding mine down, black with lust. His gaze flickered down to my breasts, and my stomach kicked when he bit his lips.

⸻ Soft. ⸻ Lonely. ⸻ Hopeful. ⸻ And terrifyingly familiar. ⸻ “Has someone finally come for me?” ⸻ 🌌❤️💀 ⸻ End of Chapter 73 🖤 To Be Continued…

"Just another chapter. That's the tittle of Peach's last maestra. And you are the protagonist in it. The two of you. You never came out of your shell. That is why I just give it to you right now. What a timing right? I hope soon you'll get better Sevastian..." With Sevastian's shaky hand, he flip the pages one by one. Reading every single words carefully while tearing up... ******************OCEAN_TEN*********************************************************************

I yelled and waved my left hand to catch her attention, and she looked my way finally. "Hi! What?" She asked me, taking off her headphones and putting them down on the bed, and I shook my head in response. "I just have a few concerns. Can you come here for a moment?" I answered and turned my gaze to her computer on my study table. And I looked back at her. "What is it, Syd? What chapter are you on now?" She asked and got out of my bed, and she sat on the couch near me. "Well... I am... Here... Here on the... It's the... 69th Chapter." I answered and stammered, and she gasped in surprise.

She had all but signed him up for death. Quietly getting up from bed she made her way to the window. Head full of morbid thoughts and self loathing she found herself wanting a cigarette. Lighting up she took a long drag allowing the burning smoke to travel down her throat and invade her lungs. The sting allowed her to focus on that alone, it pushed away the thoughts she was trying to surpress. At least it did what it was supposed to until she let it out. That was the problem with passing fancies, they helped in the moment but were so very fleeting. Sighing she closed her eyes and took another drag.

"I am my genius father. You are so slender, so elegant. I am so lucky to have a thoughtful father like you. I'm glad you're my father. I'm glad I'm your daughter. I'll kiss you when you come, and it's huge!" He quickly stood up and threw everything on the table to the floor. He still wasn't dead! Again he succumbed to his helplessness! Even when he killed his daughter with his own hands, he had never been this helpless... The fire inside him would not go out no matter what he did. Because he knew that only the last thing called death could put out that fire. Only those who were not helpless would do it. That fire in the helpless would burn until death, and it would burn like hell... Just lik

If I can catch her tonight, I will dispatch of her quicky before getting my soul back. Lately, I have been having really bizarre dreams about catching her. When I do, I chop her head clean off and then don’t even bother to hide her body. Because once I get my soul back, I head to someplace warm and never look back again. Living out my days in the sun and my nights with many different women.

something that she wasn’t paying attention to. Quick as a flash Levy got off the bed and started looking through the books that she brought, her eyes skimming through the title of each chapter. “ Soul resurrection, how to make Sorcerer's stone, summoning of the great wizard, making of the wand, law of Hamartia…” she read the title of each chapter before reaching the end of the book. And just like the notebooks’ there wasn’t even the slightest hint of the spell called soul fetching, how was this possible? The book had an entire thirty-page chapter on soul resurrection but not soul fetching.

I grimaced, “I won’t tell you any secret from now on but that’s not the point. You can just forget about it. You don’t think about it; no secret spilled. Problem solved.” “As if that’s the easiest thing to do. It’s the most bizarre thing I’ve ever heard in a good while, Tori. It’s just odd.” Not even an hour after and Lyle was already drunk. She pulled me towards the dance floor, dancing her heart out while I wondered how if she didn’t get the memo that our kind is supposed to have strong alcohol tolerance. At this point, she’ll get drunk with the smell of liquor if she was a human. “Don’t just stand there. Dance with me.” She pulled me closer to the middle and forced me to dance, only to be

Hopefully, so that they won't be involved. My whole body is also very sore. I felt like dying. Funny, but Gabriel didn’t even touch me to begin with yet I felt my whole body burning like hell. I just heard him flicking his hands a lot of times giving me pain, breaking my bones, and tearing my soul apart though I am not sure about having a soul, just metaphor. It went and went until I got tired, and he got tired too, because of frustration. Cassy still didn’t appear. Well, I like it that way. I don’t want her to see me like this nor I don’t want Gabriel hurting her.