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Father and Son Breed the Nun Kristen is ready to write her next tale. This time, she's returning to those naughty Sisters of Mercy. In her version of them, they're whores who heal with their bodies, mending those sick in the soul and those who just need to cum. Of course, Kristen doesn't know that she's changing the world. The diary has captured her awareness. She pours her very all into it. All her dreams and hopes and fantasies are slurped up by those pages.

POV: Connor Macleod There are two kinds of mistakes you can make at a Northpoint party. The ones you regret the next morning… and the ones that ruin your life in the best possible way. “I should have stayed home that night. If I had, I wouldn’t have walked into that crowded Northpoint party. And I definitely wouldn’t have met the only person who made my blood boil .” The music is too loud. The air smells like sweat and cheap cologne. The floor is sticky from spilled beer, and the whole place feels like it’s shaking from the bass.

“Do you see? You cannot deny it. Your own power is mine as well. You wield what you do not understand because it was never truly yours. It was ours. And soon… it will return to me.” Eva gasped, her vision blurring at the edges. The words wrapped around her chest, squeezing until she could hardly breathe. A part of her wanted to scream, to deny everything, but another part a quieter, darker part felt the pull of truth in those words. “No,” she said, her voice breaking yet fierce. “I am not yours. I am not your vessel. My power is mine. My destiny is mine.” The ground trembled, roots tearing through the soil as her energy erupted, a storm of fire and shadow twisting upward like a pillar of cha

Now I will destroy hers. I sit here thinking about you. How is it that you have so much power over me? That you blind me with your body and beauty. You have me really fucked up, Cristina. You have used me long enough. You have seduced me with your body to get what you want from me, real clever. To make me think and feel we have a chance. I laugh at myself, looking up at the ceiling because when you call me, I come running to you like a lost puppy. Tomorrow either you accept me, or I walk away. If I walk away, you won’t like what I will be bringing to you. You are my love and the devil. You possess me, but no longer will I fall. Play Song: Power by Isak Danielson.

“I killed Mr. Winston. And I kidnapped Beatrix. But it wasn’t only because I wanted power. It was… It was because of what he did to me.” Peterson raised an eyebrow. “What did he do?” Kristien’s whole body shook as she spoke. “He… he raped me,” she said, the words almost inaudible. “Mr. Winston. He… he took advantage of me.” Peterson was silent for a moment, his expression grave. “I see,” he said finally. “I’m sorry. That must have been difficult for you to admit.” Kristien nodded, tears streaming down her face. “I just couldn’t take it anymore,” she said. “I couldn’t bear to see him every day, knowing what he’d done. It… it drove me insane.”

See you then. Kristen

As soon as I said it I heard twigs breaking and something running really fast on either side of the forested banks. " Did you hear that? " Bruce looked at me confused, "hear what?" Ryan, Mia and Aaliyah came out of the cars and started walking towards us. My skin starts to tingle with my unpredictable power that manifests inside me. "Everyone back to the cars now!" Ryan shouted. None of us except Mia was trying to get Aaliyah back to the car. "Well, well well, Ryan you've really outdone yourself this time." O my he's hot whoever he is. The pain in my chest was so intense I could hardly breathe. Maybe I was getting delusional.

The room was empty, and yet it felt like it was watching her. Kristen moved with purpose now. She checked every shelf, every drawer. Most of them were filled with books or files, bank statements, business papers, property deeds. Cold. Clinical. Nothing personal. But she wasn’t looking for money or power. She was looking for pain. For the source of the storm that brewed inside Carlo's eyes. It took nearly an hour. She moved around the desk, dragging herself to the floor, pressing on the panels beneath the lower shelf, searching for any uneven edge.

I opened it, and the first page was titled in bold, black ink: PERSONAL SERVICES AND PROTECTION CONTRACT. "Go on," Jaxson prompted. He reached out, his thumb grazing the line of my jaw. It wasn't a soft touch; it was firm, a reminder of who was in control. My skin burned where he touched me, a dark wave of hate and disgust filled me but I had to control myself. "I, Lukas Moretti..." my voice was a whisper. "Louder."

But it was only a brief shadow this time and then it was gone. "Well I guess we need to get to work then," Krista said, "Get out your work book. I think we were on page 112 when we went off last time." Callista dutifully bent over from her chair and grabbed her backpack. Her ACT book was still in there. But as she bent over she could have sworn she saw Callista trying to stare down her shirt to look at her cleavage. But when she got back up with her book, Krista was carefully taking a note in her spiral notebook.