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Mcmaster turned to her husband, narrowing her eyes into a slit, with fake tears in her eyes, she said bawling her heart out, "Perché l'hai fatto? Perché lo fai sempre a me, a mio figlio? Che male ho fatto io e mio figlio a farti meritare tutto questo da te? I miei tanti anni di amore e lealtà sono stati inferiori in qualche parte per ottenere un tale trattamento da te? ( Why did you do that? Why do you always do that to me, to my son? What harm did me and my son cause you to deserve all this from you? Did my so many years of love and loyalty fall short in any part to get such treatment from you? )" Mr.Mcmaster hastily grabbed her wife's hand before she could leave the room, and bring her clo

This feeling was the best, I could feel it deep down, "Mom this is….." I couldn't even complete the speech, it was as if it was taboo to use the word right now. My body couldn't say no even though I knew deep down it was wrong for my mom to be doing that. My body was just dancing to her tone like it wouldn't say no to the sweet torture I was receiving. "Cum for me"

he said all in his head . " Can you stop doing that " Lucien said . "Doing what ?? " Lucia asked innocently biting her bottom lips making Lucien groan . " Damn stop biting your bottom lips " he said in frustration . " Why should I " she asked still confused. . " If you continue biting your lips , I am going to kiss you so bad that your lips would burst and gush out blood. " He said and Lucia blinked her eyes in SUPRISE . " Lucien would kiss her " she thought .

It was as if our bodies were made for each other, our love igniting a passion that couldn't be contained. As we reached the peak of our passion, Marco's eyes locked onto mine, his gaze burning with intensity. "Ti amo," he whispered, his voice husky with desire. "I love you too," I whispered back, my heart overflowing with emotion. As we lay there, wrapped in each other's arms, I knew that our love would conquer all. Nothing could ever tear us apart. As we lay there, wrapped in each other's arms, I felt a sense of peace wash over me. It was as if the world outside had melted away, leaving only the two of us, lost in our own little bubble of love.

Noah made him sit. "I don't understand for whom are you getting angry at?....it doesn't seem that you are worried about Alex. It appears to me" Noah thought for a second and then spoke again. "Are you by any chance je" Sebastian stopped him by his loud voice. He knew that what was Noah going to say. "I AM NOT.....DON'T YOU DARE USE THAT WORD." Sebastian roared. "I...I.....arghhhh....my mind will fucking go crazy." Sebastian got up from the bed and turned to Noah. "just tell Alex not to show me his face for few hours... I am sure I'll smack his face if he appears in front him."

Zeuck: “ Hahaha you can't be serious! - And truth! “ Francie said, leaving. Zeuck: “ Francie… Francie: “ I'm engaged, I'm going to marry a count! Zeuck: “Is that what you want?Francie: “Yes!Francie walked as quickly as possible. She feared what was already happening would happen. She fell in love with Zeuck, but didn't want to admit it. She feared marrying one man while she loved the other man. ------------------∞---------------- Kataleya, pensive, listened to the waves of the sea and the songs of the birds. She was trying to understand how Igor could be alive. “ Manna! “ Kataleya called in her thoughts. “ There is no spell that can defeat love! “ Said Maná in her thoughts. Kataleya: “ But w

Before I could finish, he cut me off. "Just tell me." His voice left no room for refusal. "I’m your curse." His eyes narrowed, confusion and disbelief battling in their depths. Velmira stepped forward, her voice steady but heavy. "Luca, you can’t be too close to someone you love." "What do you mean?" He asked, searching their faces for answers.

Father shouted. Lucien shook his head. "No father, even if you had taken me with you, I would still love her." "This thing you call love is forbidden and it's disgusting and I won't allow it. Not while I'm still alive." "Why won't you understand that I love her? She is my mate, she is meant for me. All I need is for you to release her and give us your blessings." "What are you doing, Lucien? Enough of this madness." I shouted through the mind link but he didn't respond.

It burned just enough to feel new, but underneath, it warmed me, like a temporary relief. I reached out to examine the bottle—Château Margaux. Even I knew, this was expensive. “This must have cost a fortune,” I murmured, taking another sip. He shrugged. “Not really,” then took a gulp from his glass. “Can I have more?” I asked a few minutes later. The first glass had dulled the sharp edges of my grief, and I wanted more of that numbness. He poured us both another glass. “To new memories,” he said, beaming.

She refused to look at him, staring fixedly at the dancing shadows on the far wall, her chest heaving as she tried to regain control of her breathing. "Careful, sweetheart," Ronan’s voice drifted over, low and mocking. "Drink too much and you might start telling me what you're really feeling right now." "I feel like I'm in hell," she whispered harshly, her voice thick with the sting of the drink. Ronan chuckled, a dark, vibrating sound that got under her skin. He leaned in, his shoulder brushing hers, making her flinch. "If this is hell, Rissa, then you're the one who chose the devil as your driver."