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Karina had fired her bodyguards, she had been seen wandering the financial district barefoot… she had smashed a chandelier in Nico's penthouse, cutting her arms on the glass but refusing medical care. The next storm was already building. And Karina… broken or not, was still a storm worth bracing for. And she was alone now. Drowning in wine and silence, and surrounded by enemies who had begun to find her disposable. The clock had started ticking for her, and I shouldn't be worrying about that anymore, but there was something that was making me more and more worried with every news of Karina’s composure going wild. ______ Karina's POV: The crystal glass trembled in my hand, sending amber liqui

Damian responded and the man nodded in agreement. “That is because I'm dead to her.” He replied and Damian nodded his head in at the response. He didn't really understand what the man meant, but he could tell that the man was truly sorry for his actions. It was an old picture of a little girl of probably four years. She was dressed in a beautiful flowery pink gown, her hair was braided beautifully as she smiled widely at the camera. “Her name is Karina, and this is the last memory I have of her” He added, returning the little picture back into his wallet.

Applying pressure to my clit, he continues hitting spots inside me that send me teetering at the edge of insanity before he finally sends me over the edge. “Re-ed!” I scream his name, everything going blank for a moment before fireworks explode in my head and I cum hard. * * NARRATOR Karina rises from her bed, a sense of unease clawing at her as she heads towards the window once more. With a gentle tug, she opens the curtains slightly, peering out onto the quiet street below. Her eyes immediately lock on the familiar sight of Reed's car still parked on the street. It isn't directly in front of her gate, but she can still see it from her window.

"You see… many of us have been… unhappy for quite some time. Alpha Blade was often cruel. Unreasonable. While there were certainly warriors who wanted to do his bidding, to prove they were strong and worthy of high placement within the pack, most of us were wishing there was some way that we could live in a different pack. We wanted to escape, but the idea of being rogues or lone wolves was daunting as well. I guess, what I'm trying to say is, thank you. We appreciate what you and the other Alphas have done for us. I can't promise you that there won't be any problems with any of our pack members, but most of us are relieved." Ellie reached for the woman's hand, and she gave it to her. "Thank

Camela’s hands trembled but she didn’t move and said, “No.” “Read it,” he repeated, insisting more forcefully this time. Her scar throbbed painfully, making her gasp as she stumbled forward against her will and snatched the paper from him. She unfolded the piece of paper carefully. One word was written in bright red ink: “Elira.” The paper seemed to glow. Her breath caught in her throat with fear and panic. “That’s not me,” she whispered. “It is,” the stranger responded. “Camela Castellano is dead…sold by her father, broken by her fox, torn apart by chains. But Elira…” he leaned in closer, his voice reaching deep within her bones. “…Elira can survive.”

He said in a formal tone, "Mr. Hawthorne, please calm down. We're from the Central City Police Department. An hour ago, we received a report about a strange smell coming from a rental apartment. "When the police arrived, they found the body of a young woman who had been dead for three days. According to her identification, we found that the deceased is your ex-wife, Ms. Winnie Carlson. According to neighbors, Ms. Winnie had a six-year-old boy with her, whose whereabouts are now unknown. If you have any information, please tell us immediately. Also, if it's convenient for you, please come down to make a statement right away." Thump! The phone fell to the ground.

I got into the car and never looked back. Behind us, Charles Hart drowned in his own ruin, clinging to wreckage. Ahead of us, I was racing toward my own vast stars. The End

When she finally tired, she stood back, breathing hard. Karina, she said, her expression turning thoughtful. Are you stalling, hoping someone is going to come rescue you? She let out another sharp, broken laugh. Don't even dream about it. No one is coming. No one would ever guess you're here. By the time they find you, it'll look like a suicide. I even wrote the note for you. She stepped back and flicked the lighter on one last time. No more games. It's. Time to send you on your way.

"I am what I am, Papa. Tell Don Moretti I'm no longer his concern." I hung up. Damien came to me, draping his jacket over my shoulders. "Okay?" I leaned into him, looking at the tree in the yard. "Yeah. I'm okay." The daisies on the windowsill were long gone, replaced by fresh ones. Every week, he brought new flowers. I thought of the girl who used to follow her sister. The one who always picked up the scraps. She never imagined she'd end up here. Held. Seen. Chosen. Not leftovers. First.

Carmen never used to like diary books and thought that they were stupid, reminding you of the reality you want to escape from. Tears fell down her cheeks as she was reading it. 'As you are reading this, you perhaps already know that I left or I am on my way to the airport now. My plane flies at 10 pm. I don't honestly know where I am going and why. But always remember that I'll forever support you. We'll talk daily, please don't cry. I miss you already. Happy birthday again.' As she finished, a sound of a car was heard. Carmen rushed to her bedroom's window and stared outside. It was Liam!