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Her behavior reflected on me. I set my cutlery down and looked at Chad coldly. Chad blinked at me, all innocence and fake surprise. "Oh—sorry, Mateo. Force of habit. Don't be mad, okay?" His voice was soft, and his eyes were glistening with the threat of tears. And that was when Quinn snapped—for the first time since I left the hospital. "Mateo, that's enough. You're being ridiculous," she said, her brows drawn tight with irritation. I looked straight at her. And suddenly, I didn't want to keep playing the fool, so I spoke. My words were clean and sharp—like a blade cutting through the last of her pretense.

Cass emphasized on each word as she burned the cigar all over her face. Katherine was screaming, whimpering and a mess but they kept going. “I really like the sound of her screams, you know.” Gina smiled wickedly. “I know you psycho.” El smirked. “Does this make me an actual psycho?” Gina asked, her eyes wide as saucers. “Well, it depends on how you see it.” Cass shrugged. “I think being a psycho is cute, if this makes me a psycho then I want to be one.” She opened her teeth in a creepy way.

Queenie’s mods promised to side with the chat and told Queenie that she would end up wearing all seven restraints. As soon as everyone understood the game rules, London started the first fast poll to get the fuck machine going. With only ten seconds to select a puzzling option, the chat exploded in a fury at the cryptic message. Most simply chose a random answer and Queenie laughed. Did they think it would be that simple to ruin her? If she merely told them to choose between slow, medium, fast and insane, the chat would almost always choose ‘insane’. Hence, the streamer made things difficult by preparing a list of questions that the chat must get correct to trigger ‘insane speed’. It was a l

I don’t feel jealous! I don't care about that madman! That one is crazy, yes, crazy! He's insane! He's heartless! Remember this, Amy! That guy is nothing! He's nothing but a dumb*ss! Dumb*ss and a dumb*ss! Oh, who owns these abs? Because, I looked up a bit and abs are the first that my eyes saw. Oh, don't tell me. I even looked up and that's it! It's him! The fool even grinning!

Author P.O.V “Motherfucking dog is what he is , damn it” she chugged her drink down . Her eyes were unfocused when she pointed her unsteady hand at her two best friends who were watching the show unfold . “ All men are the same . HEARTLESS CHEATING BASTARDS . Do you hear me? Heartless cheating bastards ” Casey screamed at the men sitting on a nearby table. “Yes, that's what you all are . Cheaters . Bloodsucking vampires, you use women like chewing gum and spit them out after you use them”. She placed her glass with a loud bang , almost falling off the table. She joined her hands while looking up at the ceiling, blinking.

The door closed softly behind them, leaving the two of them alone. The room fell into an uneasy silence. The ticking of the wall clock sounded unnaturally loud. Cheesy clutched the blazer tightly around her trembling frame, eyes downcast. Daryl stood before her, his chest heaving with anger. “You’ve really become cheap, haven’t you? Seriously—just for one billion? You were willing to expose yourself like that? Is your dignity worth so little?” Cheesy slowly lifted her face. Her tear-filled eyes stared blankly ahead, and then a faint, bitter laugh escaped her lips. “Yes. My dignity is worth nothing compared to one billion, Mr. Daryl.”

Laughter and crude remarks filled the cafeteria, intensifying her discomfort. She lowered her head, her frown deepening at the absurdity of their comments. "Hey there, sexy... What's your name?" the same man jeered, his words laced with a hint of menace. A twinge of fear crept into Athena's stomach, leaving her unable to muster a response.

me" up. The technicians tried to hold her back, but she seemed to have gone mad, shoving them away with unexpected strength. Then, as if a sudden thought struck her, Mom lunged for the control tablet. "Yes, that's it! A restart! Once I reboot the system, she'll be back to normal!" As she frantically tapped across the screen, sweat trickled down her forehead, smudging the makeup she had so carefully put on. "Unable to locate self file," a mechanical voice droned from the control panel. "The host consciousness has been erased." Mom was taken aback. "Erased? That's impossible! She was perfectly fine just a moment ago! She wouldn't leave me like this. She wouldn't!"

Only a few days since the Thanksgiving dinner, and just over twenty four hours since Gina had driven her Asian pussycat to the edge of his control, Gina was no closer to forgetting him, no matter how many C batteries she went through riding her plastic substitute. Where did the insane attraction stem from? Sure, Jack was freakn' hot with his short hair, smooth skin, and tight little bod, but she'd screwed better looking men than Jack. She'd walked away from cuter ones too. None ever had her masturbating like she'd die if she didn't come. None ever took up residence in her mind, got comfortable and refused to budge. And none, not even hot to trot, Frank Miller, ever got her wolf panting and d

“Nope. I value my life, and I don’t step between a mated witch and her P*******t board.” “I don’t even have P*******t!” “You are P*******t,” Cheyenne called from the back, where she was helping herself to a pre-party drink. “Possessed by the spirit of glitter and anxiety.” Chelsea ignored her, eyes gleaming as she began listing food. “Okay, so: ribs, chicken wings, roasted veggies for the weirdos, moon pies, fire-roasted marshmallows—Ben, you’re manning the grill. You’re good with fire.”