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"I'm looking forward to seeing you tomorrow, Scarlett." His shadow left the room as silently as the still night, his existence remaining unnoticed. It would have been so if it weren't for the fact that Leaxandra remains conscious all this time. With the unknown shadow already out of the place, the Luna's eyes snapped open while her heart couldn't have pounded more vigorously as though surviving from death itself. ******

Mr Liam took a glance at the doctor who gave him a signal before they left the hospital. Anastasia counted herself as a dead living, seeing the way people looked at her…scoff and shift, she felt the ground would open and gave her in. A model like her has already turned into some irresponsible woman in the sight of people. While they were driving back home, they read the news along the road. 'A fashion model who went partying, got fucked by a stranger and the sex tape leaked—only sluts do that. She isn't a model.' Her naked images were shown in public causing her to cover her eyes.

I snatch my laptop from the table and jump on my bed; I have more important things to do, and my thighs are already shaking in excitement as I turn on my laptop. It is quite a pity that I'm not the perfect son my father thinks I am; I stare at the image of Lana Winters on my laptop. My dirty little secret. She is sitting by the poolside, her hair is wet, the skimpy outfit she is wearing is soaked to reveal her huge breasts, and her exposed thighs are slim and long; this is only one of the hundreds of pictures of her that I have on my laptop. I love Lana; she just didn't know it yet, but she is going to be my wife and the mother of my kids; yeah, maybe I am delusional, but I don't care at thi

Sarah and Rena Gasped. “Excuse me Luna but could you remove your bottoms as well. It seems It extends lower than your waist.” I took off my pants. Fully nude in front of them felt somewhat uncomfortable knowing my scars were in full view. She took a picture for me and told me that I could dress. She handed me my phone and I was shocked.

Her eyes are wide, already bloodshot from too‑early screen time. “You saw it?” she asks. “Yeah,” I say. “They put me in the exhibit list.” She pushes past me, drops the laptop on the bed, and flips it open. “Look,” she says. Another article, this one worse. > **WHO OWNS LUNA?** > *Inside the Secret Marriage Between a Pop Princess and a Possible Mob Boss* Underneath: collages. I'm on carpets. I'm in concert. Me in blurry paparazzi shots.

She hesitated before asking, "There's nothing too private on it, is there?" Dahlia felt like her world had collapsed. "How could there not be? I've even taken nudes! And my chat logs…" With her status, plenty of celebrities and rich people were always trying to cozy up to her. Because of that, she knew all kinds of scandalous secrets about the rich and famous. Most of them were true… and ugly. She even had a collection of firsthand dirt. If any of the pictures or videos were to leak, the Internet would explode.

Notifications stacked up like a goddamn storm warning. Some group chat. Kayla’s friends. [New Video: “LMAO our girl’s slaying”] [Kayla’s going global] I should’ve deleted it. Instead, I tapped. The screen lit up and my world broke. Kayla. Half-naked. Lying on a sunbed near some kind of pool cabana. Bikini top flung off to the side. Legs spread wide. One man between them, thrusting deep and hard. She was moaning like a pornstar. Loud, unfiltered and completely consumed.

~Jolene’s POV~ Lana Luck, that's my screen name. I am a twenty year old Only Fans Model and I am not your typical virgin. Sure, I have never fucked a real man, but, but, but, I have fucked better. I have put every possible toy in my vag and a*s and I enjoy doing so, in front of all my subscribers. I am one of the most followed anonymous webcam models in America. With over 200k monthly subscribers and my earnings are in millions, mostly men, but I even have some female followers.

After she stood up, she was even half a head taller than Nora, exuding a strong presence. At this moment, she looked like a queen looking down on all living beings, showing disdain as she gazed down at angry Nora with a stern face. "Since you don't know the answer to this question, let me tell you. She won't die because she's quite good at drinking. Don't believe it? Well, you can see for yourself. These are all photos I secretly took before." With that, Harriet took out her phone from her pocket and displayed the photos she had collected of Lula frequently sneaking into various nightclubs at night, wearing revealing clothes, drinking, and dancing with various men.

It made me think back to the threat that Luna Rebeca had made to me earlier today, not to tell anyone about our conversation. On the verge of losing my patience and this act of being a sophisticated Luna, which I was not, I said to her, “I am not asking if she has a child. I am asking if she had a child with her, and you will tell me the truth, or I will bring hell down on this goddess forsaken pack.” As my wolf began to show her presence in my words that spit from my lips like venom. Her eyes widened at my threat, and I could see the fear now in her eyes, before she says to me, “I am sworn to secrecy by my Luna. I can not speak of her affairs with you.”