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"You feel so good, Alpha." "Do you like it?" Izan asked, his eyes shining with unbridled happiness. "Yes, so much. You're so big, Izan." The Alpha preened at the praise before his eyes fell on her breasts. Helena guided one into his mouth as he wrapped his arms around her and it wasn't long before he knotted her then Helena's eyes flashed. If Izan hadn't buried his face between her breasts, he would have seen it. He would have known. He jolted awake again. Now, he was having nightmares in broad daylight.

I closed my eyes briefly, wishing for the ground to open up and swallow me whole from the embarrassment I felt. “There goes the elder brother card,” I muttered and Asher ignored me even though he heard what I said. The guy beside me cleared his throat lightly and extended his hand. “Relax,” he said easily. “I promise I’m not planning her kidnapping. I’m Jace, captain of the basketball team.” Asher looked at the hand like it was wrapped and smeared with poop. But he took it anyways. Their hands released, but Asher didn’t break eye contact immediately. Suspicion rolled off him in waves.

Issei stopped his pressure and look towards Wiz but there's no coldness in his eyes like how he looks toward Aqua only gentleness. Wiz - U-um It's okay Ise-san. I don't mind being called like that by Aqua-sama. Wiz got taken aback by his answer. Then he continued saying: Issei - I won't let anyone call you 'undead' nor 'damned undead'. You are not some damned undead. You are you. Wiz the Ice Witch. So don't degrade yourself, be proud of who you are. And not what you are. Issei let go of Aqua's head and she slumped right into the ground while still shivering and taking deep breaths. She almost pissed herself but managed to hold it in.

He sat with his eyes on the floor and the posture of someone who was genuinely not well, which was true enough that the rival captain didn’t need to interpret it. Another moment of silence. Then the captain stood and moved toward the door. He reached it and put his hand on the frame and stopped with his back to us. He turned his head slightly, not fully back, the way you turn when you have one more thing to say and you’re going to say it without making it a conversation. “I hope that would help on the ice,” he said. Then he left. The door closed and we sat with what had just happened for a moment before either of us reached the next thing.

Her mouth actually fell open. Brad, to his credit, tried to play it cool. He smirked and gestured between us like we were old friends. “Stacey, this is Sebastian,” he said smoothly. “Sebastian, this is my girl, Stacey.” I gave her a small, polite nod. “Hey.” Her face was surprised with her mouth almost opening wide, like she had just discovered the juiciest piece of gossip in all of Hawthorne. The captain of Westfield suddenly living under the same roof as her boyfriend?

Louisa's POV "Hey, do you have any plans tonight?" I stared at the man standing in front of me with an incredible look on my face. Justin Davidson, the deputy captain of the school football team, is asking me out on a homecoming night?! I bit my lips for a while and said, "But I thought you were going to the party with Jessica Bracco..." "Well, I'm asking you out right now," Justin said with an impatient frown. "This is the time when you say yes, Miss Louisa Falco... unless you have some better things to do tonight." The truth was, I didn't have anything to do tonight.

“That’s exactly why I didn’t push harder when you stonewalled the board. A kid willing to torch his own reputation to protect a teammate is exactly the kind of captain I want leading this team into a championship. I just wish you’d trusted me enough to let me help you do it smarter.” Luca didn’t know what to say to that. He looked back toward the boathouse instead, where a single light glowed through the window Isabella’s silhouette, still sitting close to Marco, patient and steady in a way that had nothing to do with contracts or cameras. “She’s not what I expected,” Harrelson said, following his gaze. “No,” Luca agreed quietly. “She’s not.” “You going to do something about that, or just ke

I didn’t sleep. Not even a little. I laid there for hours, staring at the same spot on my ceiling like it owed me answers. Like if I just focused hard enough, it would blink twice and tell me why I had that dream, out of all the dreams in the world. Not my mom waking up. Not me joining the NHL or winning the championship. Not being handed a check for a million dollars and told I never had to do OnlyFans again. No. My brain went with a steamy, full-sensory fantasy involving Captain. The guy who shoved me against a wall a while ago. The guy who looked at me like I was dirt—until suddenly he didn’t.