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my mother said as she leaned across the table towards me as if to get a closer look in my face. I was certain by that time from how hot my face felt that I was blushing wildly. I couldn’t bring myself to meet her eyes because I was scared that she would realize what was going on between Rowan and me. Rowan thrusted his fingers mercilessly against my pleasure spot and I could feel myself inching closer to my climax. I was certain that he was enjoying himself as his fingers continued to tease my insides. I squeezed my eyes tightly shut as I covered my face with my hands while I begged him silently in my mind for him to stop torturing me this way. I couldn’t believe that I was on the verge of c

REALITY KICKS IN Annabel Danny’s POV For the umpteenth time, I shot a glance at myself through the mirror. I can’t believe this is me, no matter the number of times I try to accept my new reality. I look so damn hot! I wore a flowing dress, the fabric swirled around my legs with each graceful step. It was a deep shade of black that stuck to my body like my second skin. A visible deep V cut made the curves of my breasts swell, and its hem fluttered like a whisper with every movement.

But instead, I was met with the sight of Anne, her lips curled into a sly smile. “Well, well, well,” she drawled, her voice dripping with amusement. “Look who’s playing jungle explorer.” Relief washed over me, so intense it almost felt like dizziness. “Anne! Thank goodness it’s you. I nearly had a heart attack.” I straightened up, brushing dirt off my breeches with a grimace. “What are you doing here?” “Same reason as you, I presume,” she said, her eyes gleaming with an unsettling intensity. “To witness the grand exit of Annalisa du Wales.”

“That’s beautiful. Look at you.” Anabelle stared at the photo for a long moment. “That woman looks strong,” she said quietly. “Sometimes I wonder if she’s still me.” The next morning was a blur of interviews and photo shoots. Makeup artists, stylists, and journalists filled her suite. Cameras clicked as Anabelle sat by the large window, answering questions with calm grace. “What inspires your designs, Ms. Anabelle?” one reporter asked. “Life,” she replied simply. “Every place has a story. I just give that story a home.”

deliberately abandoned by those I trusted? A shiver runs through me. My breath shortens, almost trembling. The baby, however, still moves. This fragile life within me connects me to the present, to what remains real, tangible. I place my hand on my belly, close my eyes, and whisper: — Stay with me… A noise behind the door startles me. The doorknob turns. The door opens slowly, and Alexandre appears, his face marked by concern. His eyes quickly scan me, capturing the tension I can no longer hide.

And it was like music to my ears. One thing about Anabelle though that never made sense to me. She always wore long-sleeved shirts no matter how hot it was outside. But she was still the most beautiful woman I have met in my life. I mean what was there not to like? She was a bit on the shorter side, reaching only to my shoulders, but it was as if two-thirds of her body were just legs. She was on the healthy slim side with average tits and a nice Brazilian-style ass. But what got my attention that first day and even now was her face. Her eyes were such a light blue color they looked almost silver, and her skin was more on the olive side. And do not get me started on those lips off hers. They

Never thought that I'd find someone that was made for me. My other half. And there she is. In all her glory, a white genuine smile on her face as she dances. Her maroon gown hugged her curves and swayed with each step, effortlessly enchanting every damn hungry wolf, half Angel, vampire and Fae that looks at her. But still oblivious to all the attention she's getting, Annabelle carelessly smiles at the Omega wolf at her side. His eyes are stuck on her, watching her, admiring her and I for some reason don't feel jealous. I don't feel the need to skin his furry ass for even looking at her the way I'm supposed to.

" He does not like..." " The cameras, blablabla... Honestly Annabelle, your life is really complicated." Annabelle turned to her friend who was already heading towards the small mirror, surely to get a makeover... Kara valued her appearance especially when she had an appointment. Annabelle looked at her carefully. She was beautiful... Very beautiful... Redhead with freckles and tall, she had the body of a model. She had long legs with thin skin. She loved to wear heels even to go and throw the trash. Annabelle smirked as she looked at her friend.

"You have to let your girlfriend go. How would you throw her in a prison just because of her past? Why would you do that? I have been dying to talk about this with you and you might probably not know it yet but I don’t see a reason to why you should have done something like that to your own girlfriend because of a mistake she made in her past!” Annabelle said to him “Her past? She was working with the man that took your life. You could have died permanently!” He said to her

Billie said. Anna pulled her phone out and dialed a contact. "Hello, it's me, I want you to find someone, I will email you her picture and address." She said, and hung up. "What if he doesn't find her?" Billie asked, and they all turn to look at her. "We will find her, I need to quickly get changed, I will be right back." Anna said, and walk to her room. The thought of Christ shirtless crept into her head, the water dripping down from his head to his six packs and muscle, his wet hair and lips filled her mind. She shook her head and stride out of the bathroom.