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Jenna twisted, pulling out her cell phone, then re-opening her travel log. She paused, glanced at Adam with her innocent face. "Why?!" Adam snapped irritably. Jenna bit her lip, then showed him the note on her cell phone. "1000 meters ?!" Adam shouted right in Jenna's ear. *****

He was older, with silver hair and a sharp, calculating gaze. If I knew him personally, I would have recommended he get into workout. It might have helped him appear more appealing as his looks weren’t all that. “Just admiring the view,” I replied, forcing a smile. I felt his eyes on me, appraising, measuring. If I said his stare didn’t make me uncomfortable, I would be lying. He made me want to dress like a nun just so he wouldn’t look at me. The evening dragged on, filled with small talk and superficial laughter. My mind kept drifting to Markos. He was speaking with a group of people, but his eyes would occasionally find mine, a silent conversation passing between us.

Silver and her mother exchanged eye contact and kept quiet, Jane noticed this and continued "Well, he doesn't necessarily need to be here, you can just decide for him." Silver smiled sadly"I'm sorry but my husband won't be able to join us since he has work piled up. I'll decide what's best for the both of us." "Now, who said I had work piled up?" A deep masculine voice interrupted shocking them.

Silver said, her tone awfully sarcastic, her eyes on Elly before it came back to me, “I know what you are thinking but seeing him now would be quite impossible actually, so just message him later.” Hmm… I get her point, with this whole chaos, I doubt I would even make it past the first set of players. “Okay then, let's head back now, you coming Silver?” “Nah, I still have loose ends to finish up first, so bye then,” she replied and dashed right off, leaving only me and miss perfect alone. We both instantly separated and then she spoke. “So you really are friends with a Tan, huh?” Right… the mosaic isn't on good terms with the Tan family, well, seeing their prosecutors and Silver family are a

She was in her late twenties, and trust me, she had a pretty nice body that I fucking wanted to get down on her on the spot. "Stop being stupid, Connor. You are fucking sick," My subconscious mind reminded me, but that didn't matter, anyway. "Hi! My name is Silver. I will be taking care of you henceforth until you are perfectly fine," she said to me, and her voice was even more sexy. She was endowed with beauty. Long blonde hair, long natural eyelashes, curvy body, but Janice beats her to it. I didn't mean to mention Janice, but I couldn't help it.

After one interview with Wolf Connor, the sexiest-slash-scariest man she’d ever met in the flesh, she’d accepted the job offer on the spot – all the while totally unaware that Silver was a fully patched-in member of The Road Devils MC. It had been one hell of a shock when he’d turned up the next day to meet the new accountant, and realized that the one-night-stand that he’d taken off on a few states over was actually standing in front of him. It had been rough – it had actually been hellish – between them for a while. But Jo and Silver had worked it all out, they’d opened up and been honest, and rediscovered each other while fully clothed. It had been nothing but a revelation to them that th

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I wish he'd walk past but this man is daring and he's already standing before me, looking down at me like he's here to pick up his runaway goods. “ OhmyGod, he's here,” I hear Simone struggle to breathe. “ Hello,” Silver says. “You.”

One small exhale, barely visible, and something in him went quiet in a way that had nothing to do with peace. The gold left his eyes. Not gradually. It pulled back all at once, like a tide that came in too fast and overcorrected. Silver replaced it, cool and certain, and the man looking at me then was not the man who had taken that one step forward. This one had already made up his mind. I looked down at my hands. My nails had broken the skin on both palms. I had not felt it happen. Four small marks on each hand, barely bleeding, the kind you make when you hold on too hard to something that was never yours to hold onto.

Then another voice spoke, softer, from behind the line of hunters. “Enough.” The elves shifted as a woman stepped forward. She was tall, her silver hair bound in intricate braids, her robes shimmering like woven starlight. Her presence was commanding, yet not cold. Her gaze fell on Kaelen, and something in her expression—sorrow, perhaps, or regret—made him shiver. “Lower your bows,” she ordered. The hunters obeyed, though reluctantly. The golden-haired elf frowned. “Lady Serenya—” She silenced him with a raised hand. “I will hear them first. If the boy is truly what I fear, we cannot let blind hatred decide his fate.”