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“But on my own terms. I need a private sit-down with her tomorrow regardless.” “About what?” Teo snapped, his territorial streak flaring up again. “None of your business,” Nic replied coolly. Teo huffed, but he went quiet. “I didn't know we were heading to the club at midnight,” I muttered. I’d actually planned on staying back at the Estate, lurking near the service quarters. Tonight was the night. Midnight. In our world, the ‘Noir’ awakening—that moment the high-tech psychological conditioning and the raw biker instinct fully synced—happened at eighteen. For Daniels, it was going to be intense. It’s a rush of adrenaline and sensory overload that can break a person if they're alone. I wanted

The thought of his revenge, of what he'd do to my family, made my stomach clench. The Grand Vista Hotel was enormous, glittering with lights. Valet parkers in crisp uniforms moved smoothly, guiding expensive cars. Inside, the ballroom pulsed with soft music and the murmur of hundreds of voices. Chandeliers sparkled, reflecting off the polished marble floors. Women in designer gowns laughed, their jewelry catching the light. Men in sharp suits stood in groups, holding drinks. This was Caden's world. A world of polite smiles and hidden dealings. It was a million miles from my life, from the dark, smoky intimacy of The Onyx, and especially from the worn comfort of my apartment. Here, everything

Their eyes filled with disdain as they roamed all over my body-my tits, ass and almost open snatch. "You lost, bitch?" The one with a buzz cut and massive swinging melons asked, smirking. "That hotel is across town. And why the hell are you naked, are you one of us?" "I... went to a party and kinda blacked out." I muttered weakly, shifting my weight on my heels. "Ooohh, you got fucked silly and drunk, huh? You were totally dumped, eh? " The red haired one cackled, her huge racks bouncing.

I descend the stairs leading to the rotunda, and each step echoes in my chest like a heartbeat. The rotunda is different tonight. No members, no circle. Only Adrien and Lena. Candles everywhere, like the first time. Incense burning, thick, intoxicating. The altar covered in black, not red. The black of absence, of death, of rebirth. "Come," Adrien says. He stands near the altar. He wears a simple black tunic, open on his chest. His scars shine in the candlelight. His face is grave, without play, without provocation. Like the first time.

Edward approached slowly, leaning forward and squinting one eye, trying to read the content of the message displayed on the phone screen without touching or unlocking it. Damian: [Meet me tonight at 9 PM at Flight Bar and Club. There's something we need to discuss about yesterday's plan. You know we have to act fast while we still have the chance.] Edward immediately snorted. A moment later, he chose to walk towards the walk-in closet. He grabbed some fresh clothes, preparing to clean himself up, taking turns with Chloe, who had finished her bathroom rituals.

"This is just in case." He pressed the top button and they rode silently to the roof. The moment that Dean pushed open the heavy metal door to the roof Anya heard an unfamiliar noise and a strong breeze nearly knocked her off her feet. She shaded her eyes against the wind and saw a black helicopter waiting with its rotor already in motion.

I typed in the twelve-digit password. The hidden interface opened almost instantly for my access. I scrolled past the folders and stopped on the one which I was looking for. Then I clicked on it. A single file opened on the screen the moment I did so. There was a name and a status. Alongside it was a photograph with the same face and the same eyes. ASHTON RIVERA. STATUS: CONFIRMED. I stared at the screen for a long time. Then, I spoke in a quiet whisper.

'' In the hotel Angel. Noir and Christina glanced over each other. '' What's wrong?''. '' Nothing, you can go now. Bye,'' Noir waved at him. He kept walking around for a while. Then he found an old shop there. On the way to their hotel, Noir and Christina were riding a car. Christina comments,'' Why did not you said that we are staying in front of the same hotel as him? What are you thinking?''. Noir fixed her hands in front of her chest and leaned onto the seat resting her neck comfortably.

I say curtly, “and so, hacker girl?“ I ask and I see a spark of defiance in her beautiful eyes, eyes that have probably watched every single video on my phone. “You broke into my private space and shared my manhood with the public…how exactly should I commend you?“ I ask and spread my legs wider. My fat cock is filling up so fast that it's starting to feel constricted within my stiff suit pants, begging for freedom. “I-” Nora whispers, her eyes shamelessly resting on my bulge and her hand trembling by her side. That's it…break for me. “Do I praise you or punish you, hmmmm hacker princess?“ I ask in a mocking tone and she licks her lips, her eyes now completely blown wide with arousal.

Her blood boiled and the hair covering her pores stood, as she recollected how explicitly he posted her photos on the tenants' group chat with the caption, *Indecent Dress Code By Gia Anderson* Grabbing two jackets, she slipped into one and tied the other around her waist as she bolted out to find him motionless in front of his keylock. “Mr Tyler, I’d like to speak with you.” Gia seethed, her voice trembling in restraint. And when he didn’t turn around to acknowledge her presence, her brows drew together in irk. “How dare you take pictures of me? You fucking pervert!” Gia spat and that’s when he slowly whirled around to face her.