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Stupid fluttering feelings I couldn't control. “Killian, huh?” He huffed. His voice mocking. “You think that kiss meant something—- you'd be another fling of his.” He started to walk away but paused— to give me one last condemning look. “And someone like you can't be my female lead— the theater department needs to fix that.” He stalked off. He was right, that kiss meant nothing. I read too much into it. Killian hadn't brought it up since, it meant nothing to him. I sniffed back the tears building in my eyes, trying not to fall apart when someone's arm draped over my shoulder—-

Leo had set up a private studio for me, filled with the best canvases, paints, and brushes. It was my heaven. "A package arrived for you," a maid said, knocking on the door. "There's no name, but…" I took the package, my heart starting to beat a little too fast. Inside was a painting. My mother's portrait. It was a perfect copy. So perfect it was a lie. A beautiful, dead thing. Tucked inside was a note. Just two words and an initial. [I'm sorry. —D]

“No. This is between me and her.” Everyone is silent as moments pass till the quiet is broken by Ares. “Well, I have to go.” “You won’t help me out here?” Kylan turns to Ares who lifts his hands up in surrender. “Hey, I have no say in this. It all depends on her.” Ares turns to me. “Whatever you decide, remember we need every willing person to save this pack. Goodnight, Luna.” And with that, he’s gone.

"Did you really think a fat, dying human could ever truly be my Luna?”, the words I never expected from Jacob, my bond mate came out with no remorse I gave that man everything. My body. My loyalty. My son. My Health. And when his fated mate walked in, he chose her — then watched Lucy kill my child before he finished what she started. I died hating them both. I woke up as someone else. My name was Rachel Black. Now I'm wearing Danielle Carmen's face, sleeping in her bed, married to a man who never wanted me — Jackson, obligated to me by a mother who's been pulling his strings since birth. I don't remember Danielle's life. But I remember someone tried to end it before I got here. So I'll u

“She was me. And maybe, somewhere, she still is.” I take her hand, squeezing gently. “Then we live for both of you.” She smiles. The stars glimmer above us — infinite, alive. And somewhere far away, buried deep in the ruins, a single console flickers to life. SEQUENCE REBOOT: 1% LOADED.

Marcus pulls away and invites Cole over to give him a kiss. "The bath is your first reward," Marcus says as I turn the tap off, "so you can choose how we fit in." Cole decides that Marcus will sit with me between his legs and Cole between mine so "Marcus might end up fucking Nathan again, and that's hot." We all get in the huge bath and relax. I run my hand through Cole's hair as his head rests on my shoulder. Marcus puts his arms around me and Cole while Cole gives himself a bubble beard. He looks up and gives me a goofy smile with the bubbles falling down. I laugh and Marcus breathes out a sigh. I kiss Cole's lips and he giggles when I get bubbles in my stubble.

“But now I’m glad the Moon Goddess never assigned someone like you to me. You’re wicked. And after what happened today, it’s time I end it.” Celine’s eyes widened. She stepped forward quickly, reaching for his hand. “What are you saying, Caspian? What are you trying to—” Caspian pushed her away. She stumbled back and hit the floor hard, her head thudding against the marble. He didn’t even flinch. He stood tall, his gaze locked on her as his voice dropped like a blade through silence. “I, Caspian Smith, Alpha of Star Shine Pack, reject you, Celine Harvert, as my mate.”

"It’s Living." "Life is a temporary condition," the Architect said, gesturing to the white void. "I am here to offer the Restoration of the Stars. I will take the 'Data' of your success and I will use it to reboot the galaxy. I will remove the pain, the hunger, and the loss. I will make the North eternal. But to do so, I must Format the planet. The 'Emma' and the 'Félix' who remember the cellar and the snow must be deleted to make room for the 'Perfect' versions." The War of the Will

Just the right ones that I could use to nail him to the tree. He wailed and it resonated in the air. Colorful expletives spurted from his mouth like a rainbow as I nailed another pointed twig in his dick. "I'll kill you, bitch! Just release me and you'll see." A satirical laughter spilled from my mouth. He could hardly move and he was giving me threads. Guess what, I changed my mind. I don't want any confession from him. The world is already corrupted. It has indefinite portals, welcoming various creatures to cause harm to property and life on earth. It's not like the people don't know. The truth is they unsee it and go about their lives, living like it is no big deal.

But most of all, I tell him that I'm sorry he's not free to live a different life, a life free of darkness, away from the cartel. When I try to break the kiss, he stops me. His hand goes to the back of my head, cupping me. He crushes me to him, pressing his lips hard against mine, taking what I was offering and then so much more. Andres' kiss is desperate as he thrusts his tongue inside my mouth. When I try to pull back again his other arm slides across the back of my shoulders and he anchors me against him, forcing me to accept his kiss. I taste his desperation mixed with dominance and rising passion. And while my body quickly responds to his demand, like in the shower, my mind rebels.