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I notice his charming smile once again, which seems to light up his face even more. As I try to make sense of his earlier statement, he picks up on my puzzled expression and rushes to clarify"I work with Hayden Thorne, the famous musician, and because of my connection to him, people are always trying to get closer to me to try and meet him." "What's your name?" he asks,"Avery Anderson," I respond with a smile,"You have a beautiful smile," he compliments me, and I feel my cheeks flush. "Thanks, what's your name?" I ask him.

she stared at me in the eyes. “The person you hate, you mean?” I forced a sneeze back down my throat. “I trusted you before I hated you, Roux,” Elara replied without hesitation. Our eyes locked in a four-second silence, before she folded her hands and closed her eyes. “Thanks for the jacket,” I muttered, “but you need it.” “I’m not cold,” she replied and turned away. My lips curved into a small smile as I stared at her jacket. Elara Vance was written boldly above the emblem of Ashveil.

That caught his attention for sure. Sharon was one of the weird people too. She loved anything that had something to do with BL fanfiction. Liam had previously learned what that was from a conversation they had when Sharon was doing her daily life snooping. To say she was excited when she found out Liam was gay would be an understatement. She always exaggerates everything, but who was he to judge? “There’s this nightclub called Blood Bank. I heard there were vampires there. It's where kinky things go down.” Becky looked at Sharon questionly. “Yeah right, that's just a rumor.”

“They have no idea their favorite new manager is under here getting double-stuffed like a cheap toy.” Zane filmed it all. Close. Obscene. “Smile for the spank bank, Raven. Maybe we leak this one. let the fans decide what kind of slut you really are.” By the end of the night, the afterparty in the bus parked in the venue lot, surrounded by fan cars and rvs. I was done pretending I hated it.

In the next moment she felt them painting the tight skin of her anus. She tensed herself against the expected intrusion but when it came she welcomed it, icy hot sensations like flames wrapped in snow shot through her and the walls of her pussy quivered with need. She pushed herself against the fingers, trying to force them in further. "That's it," Gabe said. "Ride my fingers, Rachel. Let me feel the inner muscles of your ass tighten around them. God, you are so hot and tight. Every time I take you here it's like the first time. Sometimes when I'm undercover in that terrorist cell, waiting for whatever's coming next, I think about fucking your ass. With my cock, with my fingers, any way I ca

Sara’s eyes squinted and her eyes seemed full of anger. Rachel chimed in, her tone laced with sarcasm, "Don't take it personally, Sara. We were just stating facts. You know, Austin has rejected all our daughters just because he fell for an ordinary woman like you." Sara's eyes burned with indignation, her fists tightening at her sides.

I had already learned not to give him the satisfaction. Instead, I turned away, walked down the steps, and pretended I couldn’t feel the mud squish between my toes. He followed me with his eyes the whole time. I felt it—like heat against the back of my neck. That stare of his. Heavy. Focused. I didn’t know it then, but that stare would haunt me for years. It wasn’t the last time he called me names. He had a collection of insults just for me. “Vulture Vee,” “Creepy Vee,” “Vee the Invisible.” He was creative like that. Every week, a new version of me he hated.

I answered, locking the door behind. “What? Why? Why didn’t you tell me I’d have to go through a crowd of that and worse, they mostly seem like your fan girls” she said, pointing to the door. “And what if they are my fan girls would you be jealous?” I teased, approaching her on the chair, placing my hands on the arm rests. “I don’t care who they are okay..you already smudged off my lipstick for that show we put out there” she answered, raising a brow at me.

“Go back to your room , salsa. I need to rest now” Princess Rania said , looking away. Happiness and curiosity took her mind away that she forgot about her ill father. Was that the reason for his sudden sickness? Poor king! The Emperor was cruel and wicked. Rumors said his second , prince Ivar was heartless. Only those who went to battle saw him. They said he fought like a creature from the underworld. This scared people away from him. Princess Rania wished never see the favorite prince of Aragón. Such a heartless man was supposed to be thrown in a den full of Lion. Whatever may happen to him there, should be recorded in the book of criminals.

She kissed his jaw. "My biggest fantasy," she whispered, "is watching you tied down, unable to touch me. And I climb you like a tree until I'm satisfied. Over and over." He let out a strangled sound, clearly trying not to get hard. Faye grinned. "So, you're going to do it or not?" "You can't be serious." She pulled out her phone, opened P*******t, and showed him an entire folder. "I've been designing it since I moved in."