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Mary had to admit that Adonis was the most beautiful man in the world, she would only agree otherwise only when she comes across someone more beautiful than him. ‘And I do not think that would be possible’ she thought to herself. “So Emma really frustrated to this point? You could not win her even with your fighting spirit?” Adonis asked Mary as they sat drinking inside the bar while watching her face closely. Mary swallowed hard. Adonis had taken several glasses of drinks and Mary felt he was getting tipsy already. “This is not really about Emma” she snapped. Adonis nodded and looked away. They both sat there drinking in silent when ‘Girls like you’, one of Mary’s favourite songs came up in

Jade commanded and sat on the huge island. Maria did as said and placed it in front of her boss. Jade spat out the first sip. “What the hell is this?" She angrily snapped. Maria was confused and so scared. “M-ma’am…I..I..um…did what you said” Maria sadly answered, her head bowed as usual. " Is this the recipe I gave you?” Jade slammed the smoothie cup on the table. " I'm s-s-sorry” Tears filled the poor girl's eyes.

my tears rush to my cheeks down to my neck. "Oh? What fragile women," he leaned and unlocked my seatbelt. I fearfully closed my eyes when he sniffed my temple. "Stop cryin, we'll have fun," he whispered on my ear. He grab me with pressure and let me out. "Let go of me! Fuck off, ugly people!" They all laugh. "You said she's fragile, she's a one true bear," "A fighter, but a cry baby," Another one walked towards behind me. I could hear his breathing. "Damn, she's so fresh."

Living in a gangsta′s paradise Keep spending most our lives Living in a gangsta′s paradise Keep spending most our lives Living in a gangsta's paradise Tell me why are we so blind to see That the ones we hurt are you and me Tell me why are we so blind to see That the ones we hurt are you and me. The music played on He stopped outside of the gate to observe the environment, an old woman was sitting in the garden with a boy of about sixteen, they were eating, next to them was a bodyguard, the bodyguard was holding an axe, if he wants to kill them he knew that the bodyguard could not stop him.

Dress down Please find me hurry If you hang out with that girl That must be quite boring Dress down I want to be shown more like, My breathing stops Please tell me, tell me why In the midst of the blurry club light she made it to the ladies room to clean herself up.When she walked in there were two ladies reapplying their excessive make up. And the song was so loud she could still hear it. Lights are gleaming. They look blue (sad) And you coming closer to me I don't know what to do with myself

The word left my mouth before I could control it. All three pairs of eyes moved towards me; one of the devil herself and the other two belonged to two old men sitting on her sides. I couldn't care less about the other two as the only focus of my attention was the woman I just called Monster, Satan, Lady-Hitler and Mean Queen on her face some time ago. "Fuck indeed, Mr. Trajano." Her cold, distant voice echoed in the room.

Alexander said before setting a glass in front of her and pouring the ‘orange juice' into it until it reached its brim. “Here, taste it,” Rain looked down at the glass, then back up at Alexander and then the rest of the table. They were all looking at her eagerly like they couldn’t wait to see what reaction she would have after tasting the creepy drink. “Sure, I don’t feel like I’m being coerced into drinking poison at all,” Rain said sarcastically as she carried the glass, brought it to her lips and took a large gulp while chanting the words ‘fuck it!’ in her head.

FOUR YEARS LATER. ELIZABETH'S POV The music lyrics pounded in my eyes very loudly as I danced to the song. Now I lay me down to sleep I pray the Lord my soul to keep If I shall die before I 'wake I pray the Lord my soul to take I, I keep a record of the wreckage of my life I gotta recognize the weapon in my mind They talk shit, but I love it every time And I realize I've tasted blood and it is sweet

This time, I’ll make sure things go my way. Sitting in the bar across the seat from City Center, I move around eggs on a plate that I only ordered so that it doesn't look like I was drinking vodka for breakfast. Stirring the Bloody Mary, I imagine its tomato juice is a red substance much more satisfying to sample. I can almost taste Apple's blood on my tongue as I take another sip of my drink. "Luna," a mousy-looking she-wolf drops to her knees beside my table, drawing the attention of the table next to me. "I'm sorry I am late I..."

We'd gone into the federal penitentiary together, and we had come out the same way. "Shots." Cherry lifted a tray over our heads and made her way to the table we circled. "JŠgerbombs." I'd just picked up a glass and raised my hand to toast the groom when the lights went out. Music played in the pitch-black room, and the second the bass drum pounded a beat, pinpricks of light circled the walls and ceiling. The Pretty Reckless song "Make Me Wanna Die" came through the speakers, and the moment a spotlight hit the girl on stage, everything else in the room ceased to exist. She was every bit as fierce as Taylor Momsen, only younger with edgy brown hair and a thin frame. Whoever the chick was, she