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Liam looks thoughtful before he nods and asks me what I would like to know. "Everything, I guess." I replied, the warmth of his hand slowly creeping up my arm. "Hi, my name is Liam, I'm twenty-eight and I'm from the Dark Moon Pack. I love dancing in the rain and long walks at sunset." He says cheesily, sounding like the bio off some lame dating site. "On a serious note, I'm pretty much your average guy. Oldest of three kids, grew up with a ton of responsibilities so I guess that's why my sense of humour is a bit bent. I enjoy tracking and I'm bloody good at it if I might brag. I tried to track you down after that Council Meeting, but you move quickly and I thought I'd never catch up… turns

"I won't be too loud." "Are not you tired? You should take a rest too. ” He snickered. "I don't have time to be tired." said Liam before starting to activate the iPad. I just watched him do what he was doing and I seemed to be caught up in the emails he was receiving and what he was doing. Gradually my eyelid weighed down as I yawned. "After you're done take some rest too." I muttered. "Yeah, I will."

Miller shot, the sound of his stick hitting the ground wafting into Liam's ears. "I'm not one of them ,Dad!" Liam shot, anger evident in his voice. He didn't want to do anything right now till he got himself back. In the past three months, he'd been getting better because of the amount of work he had put in. It had not been easy.

Ella’s voice is a little low lie is very obvious in her voice. That man again smiled and handed her tissue not exposing her lie “you belong from Country A?” he asked Ella as he forcefully handed that tissue to her. “yes” Ella said still not looking at his gently smiling face. “I am also from there, myself Tyler” Tyler said stretching his hand in front of Ella for a handshake, Ella also shook her hand with his big and warm hand.

The other rested heavily on Liam’s hip, holding him down when his hips tried to thrust. “Oh my god—fuck—that feels so fucking good—” Liam’s voice kept breaking. Every time Raphael took him to the root or hollowed his cheeks just right, another raw sound spilled out of him—high pitched and helpless. “Shit—Raph—please—mhmm fuck—”

Aiden I can't believe what is happening. Don just walked in, said all the right things, and here we are inter-twined in a heated make-out session in his family's library. I can't think of anything right now but the way his lips feel against mine, the way his tongue in my mouth sends shivers down my back. I've never felt such electricity. He makes my body feel the rush of being high on drugs, and I feel the warmth of dancing around at the clubs all night, and I love every single moment. He whispers in my ear and grabs my hand, and directs me out of the library, and we head to his room. Before we go into his room, he asks if this is okay, and I say, I want nothing more. He smiles and opens his

I shyly greet the band group. "So, Mrs.—" "It's just Brianna," I cut her. “Okay, Ma’am Brianna. . . your baby girl Elise Devine said, are you good at singing?” "Just a little," I replied shyly. "Okay, but anyway, who is your favorite local and international singer?" "Morissette and Beyoncé." "Wow, they are veterans in singing." She said to me. “So, what is it. Do we have Morissette or Beyoncé music there?”

ALIVE & WELL “You just can't do anything right, can you?” Liam hissed dangerously into the phone. “You said it was going to be perfect. What, then, is this mess?” He paused, listening to the voice on the other end. Whatever they were saying only seemed to fuel his anger further. “Do I sound like I’ve got time for your excuses? This was supposed to be clean!” He snapped. Another pause, shorter this time. Liam's eyes darted to the stairway for a bit and when he spoke again, his voice had dropped low.

Not even here. My thumb hesitated, then opened the text. Him *Go to the parking lot. Find Damon’s car. Sabotage the engine.”** I gasped, my whole body shaking violently. Sabotage the brakes? That could kill him instantly! “No,” I whispered, shaking my head desperately. “I can’t—" Tears prickled fast. Just then, another message came in. This one was a video. I tapped it with shaky fingers. Liam. He was standing near the cliff, crying loudly, his small hands reaching out. The wind around him was strong. His little body kept stumbling forward.

༺RAYNE༻ “Damien?” Liam utters his name like a curse, his voice rumbling with a low growl. He snatches the card from my grasp and reads it again and again as if doing so would change the words or make them less true. His eyes narrow into slits, his jaw tightens, and his face darkens with each passing second. It's like he's trying to will the message away, but it's there, staring him in the face.