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“Devil candies? It's that what it's called now?” Shrugging, “Who cares? It can take any name it chooses. Isn't it responsible for heightening your mood, and fucking your shit up like the devil does?” Quincy glares at me. “Yeah. That sounds like someone I know.” He massaged the side of his head, wincing. “Look, it's fine, okay?,” I replied. “You just weren’t built for it.” He tries to stand properly. Tries. Fails.

Chase took out two better-quality beauty pills from the Dark and Light Emerald Lotus and gave them to Quinn. "It's fine. I'll just take another one after a few hundred years," Quinn said nonchalantly. "Alright. But I've picked the best Dark and Light Infinite Pills for you," Chase said. "Why?" Quinn and Mia asked at the same time but quickly realized this was a stupid question. It was clear that better-quality pills had better effects. "What's the Dark and Light Infinite Pills for?" Quinn immediately asked about it to hide her embarrassment about asking a stupid question.

“The Luna’s got legs for days! Your mate let you out of the house like that?” I blushed, but couldn’t help but smile. “It’s not too much?” “Never too much.” Molly linked her arm through mine. “Ready to pop your bar cherry?” The interior of The Howling Moon was dimly lit, with tables scattered around a small stage where a young and very drunk male was currently butchering a pop song into a microphone. The air smelled like beer, sweat, and fried food. “First things first,” Molly declared, leading me to the bar, “we need to buy a round of drinks. Something strong to get the night started. What do you like?”

Glueing her palms together, she gives me her famous puppy dog eyes. Flip. That always folds me. “Ugh, fine. You’re buying my iced matcha lattes and pastries from Buns & Hots for the next two weeks. Deal?” “Deal! Double deal! A million times deal!” Satisfied, I pull out my notebook and try to actually focus on whatever Prof. Adams’ droning on about regarding personality disorders. But I can’t focus, because now I can feel Jade drilling holes straight into the side of my face.

Getting as comfortable as she could with her exposed chest and kegel balls in her vagina, Queenie switched scenes on her broadcasting software to pull up a chart. The chat was still rather excited to hear about her thoughts after unboxing their ridiculous purchases, and many were making private bets with the encouragement of her mods. The regulars knew where money could be made on Queenie’s exclusive membership website. As the owner of an unofficial gambling den, Queenie didn’t stop them. Instead, she subtly encouraged them by talking about the toys before getting to the ranking.

she whispered. A doctor walked in, a nurse at his heels. The nurse flashed me a genuine loving smile and started checking the IV drip connected to my arm. The doctor patiently waited for her to finish before he solemnly said, "My name is doctor McKay and well, you're quite a fighter, Rebecca. The bruise on your ear is superficial, but the one on your hand is quite deep so you're not permitted to use that injured arm. Did you take any drugs before you slept? " I shook my head. "No, I didn't. I forgot to." I said as quietly as I could. My mom's eyes bulged in surprise. The doctor wasn't surprised as he had probably heard worse. Doctor McKay frowned. "Really? There's a high amount of hallucinog

"Is this a potion or did you just blend up the backyard?" "It’s a proprietary blend of kale, stinging nettle, and my Aunt Sarah’s sheer audacity," Jackie replied, hopping onto the counter of the pack house kitchen. Her long black and purple braids were tied up in a messy bun, and she looked far too chipper for seven in the morning. "Since you decided to go all 'Supernova Luna' last night and incinerate a couple of spies, your internal battery is at zero. Drink up." Jesse took a cautious sip and winced. It tasted like grass and regret. "So, that violet fire thing... is that a regular occurrence for you guys?"

I clicked my tongue, listening to her silent sobs through the thin walls of the house. If she just worked harder, we wouldn't even be here. My phone buzzed, gaining my attention immediately. “Quinn’s Med Care Releases Celibrex, The Final Cure For Chronic Eczema.” The Quinn Foundation again? I couldn't help but scoff. They obviously had no use for their money. How much more stupid could they be?

Otherwise, how could someone as young as me have climbed so high so quickly? Unaware of the truth, netizens started organizing a boycott against our hospital.

Everyday is a new learning curve as you steer through life "Toby! Christ! I've been running after you and calling your name. Why were you even looking for queen witch sef and what's up with the 𝒕𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒍𝒂 up and down? Infact, why is she pacing up and down in our secret hideout and the heck is she smoking again?"