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“Aunt Mila?” She closed her eyes. “Aria… please, let me explain” “No,” Justin said, stepping between us with Alpha authority. “She deserves the truth. All of it.” The room trembled under the weight of his angercontrolled, cold, but unmistakable. “A rogue pack has been sniffing around the borders for weeks,” he said. “Searching for someone. Searching for her.” He jerked his chin toward me. My aunt’s face went pale. “They smell something in her blood,” Justin continued. “Something old. Something powerful. Something they want.”

Hans furrowed his brow, staring at Edward as if demanding more explanation. "Chloe? Is she your latest prey?" Hans asked casually. He spoke without any burden. "You're speaking as if I'm a womanizer, Hans," Edward felt offended. "Everyone knows who you are, Sebastian Eduardo. So, which artist or model are you dating this time?" Hans retorted nonchalantly. It was no secret that Edward always dated actresses, models, or socialites from the same social class. "I don't know. I think this woman is not an artist or a model. I'm just curious. Not... not..." Edward shook his head multiple times before continuing his sentence. "I'm not just curious; I really want to know who this woman really is."

Tonight, it mixed with the faint scent of his own nervous sweat. Cindy was 28, a stunning NY model, she was a beauty with smooth tanned skin, full DD breasts that strained against any top she wore, a tiny waist, and an ass so round and juicy it made men stare in the streets of Golden Island. Her long black hair cascaded down her back, and her lips were always painted in a deep red shade that screamed "fuck me." Mark her husband was a 32 year old banker, who was average in every way. He had an average job in banking, average build, and an average 5-inch cock that had never quite satisfied her.

"But that heat's just for me, right, darlin'?" "Of course," she breathed. As if any other man would ever appeal to her. His mouth continued its sensuous journey along her neck, pausing at the hollow of her throat to press his tongue to the spot where her pulse beat so furiously. And all the while his hand traveled everywhere—her thighs, her arms, her shoulders. Anya anchored her fingers in the thick warmth of his hair, holding on to him tightly as little ripples of pleasure raced through her.

she said and he smiled at her. "Wow.." she said beaming at the hot male in front of her "You are hot though," she said and he smiled at her and kissed her but now longer than before, he pulled out and stroked her cheeks "In modeling that's not the only thing that made me win though, they do judge looks but that's not all, I also won by movement... how I walk, how I smile, how I look at people, how I answer questions, how I dress, if my body is more sensual and hot than others, and many more, although I did not win in all, in total marks, I was topping which gave me the position, but this year, it will be the 'United States finest female model'" he said and Sophie nodded but few seconds her j

This was it. “The three models here are Demi, Kayla and Nicole,” She said and the place became silent again. Demi waited patiently to hear herself get called as the winner. She blew the bubble gum in her mouth and checked her wrist watch. Nicole clasped her hands together. Whatever the result is, she was ready to accept it. “And the premium model is….” To be continued….

"Not all models are bimbos." "Hell yea! They are all bimbos. Skinny bimbos. Are you skinny? No." "I'm a thick mom. And times have changed. The number of thick models in the industry is increasing." "Who lied to you? You are not thick, Pepper. You are fat. As fat as a pig. So fat you can't even walk in heels. What makes you think you can be a fucking model? Forget modelling, it's not for fat girls like you..."

"I don't know what the problem is, but I think you're overreacting. Stories like that that use someone in the real world as a model are common. There are thousands of stories that use actors or singers as models, so there's no need to exaggerate!" "I don't want to be famous like that, if people end up texting me all the time." "That's a risk as a model. You've been living it for 6 years and you should be used to it. The predicate as the hottest man is because of your physical appearance that excites women, so enjoy it, Aiden!" "Hey Aiden, good afternoon?" Stacy who had just arrived went straight to Aiden and Chloe who were sitting on the sofa. Stacy's face is very radiant, after the incident

Most of the time, their schedules were full-booked already for several months ahead. Supermodels always has very different aura and charisma. Their popularities also one of the triggers for the most popular fashion trends today. Whatever they wear, either it was accessories or outfits, their fans will definitely gone hype and bought everything that they had promoted. And amongst of the bestest, Linfey is currently the highest paid model.

Holy mother of god! The woman was so magnificent, he couldn't find words to describe her. Every bit of saliva in his mouth dried up at the sight of her. Petite, with honey-brown curls covering her mound, rounded breasts, and curves in all the right places. Smooth skin with a hint of Kentucky tan. Her nipples were a dusky rose, and, right now, they were swollen and pointing directly at him. He wanted to run his fingers and his tongue over every single inch of her, lick her until his mouth was filled with the flavor of her and then start all over again.