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Nao asked while his eyes looked straightened on her as calmly. "Oh yes! I'm improving now, maybe one day I will fulfill my dream and put yourself as my gamer character" Loki teased Nao and she shown her portfolio of artworks. "Look! it was all of my characters and this is mine, short dark purple hair, and with the intense look" as Loki pointedly her finger at the proportions of the character. Loki didn't notice, They were so close, and she could heard Nao’s calm voice speaking. "You are a great artist" Nao smiled at her closely and Loki blushed since she was not comfortable when a man so sweet to her.

I was beginning to simply hate our bond, I could never hate Isabella but why would the moon goddess do this to us? It was making me become more and more possessive knowing that soon she could be out of my reach. I knew her father, Alpha Leon, was getting impatient with Isabella, he was running out of time and set to retire in the next couple years. He wanted her to marry her mate as soon as possible, and I dreaded the idea of Isabella having to pretend that some stray wolf was her mate just to please her father.

"With immaculate staging, of course, to enhance the fairytale allure and romance trajectory these rabid gossip mutts cannot resist devouring." With those words, she proffered the 8x10 prints with a note of grim triumph - the stark portrait of my supposed new suitor and designated romantic paramour captured in studious mid-profile, each razor-carved line and arresting contour rendered in gratuitous high definition. "Meet Christian Gray, the roguishly talented yet straitlaced literary darling who's somehow seduced your affections off the page... whether he's agreed to play the role or not."

I put on dark lipstick, eyeliner as sharp as a blade, and just enough sweet perfume to mark the soul of anyone who dared to breathe near me. I knew I couldn't show up empty-handed. It would be too easy to expose my intentions. So I went into a random store and bought a silly toy for the boy—one of those dinosaur-themed building blocks. It was my perfect excuse. “I just came to give Tiago a gift.” As if I were a kind soul passing by. But I knew what I was doing. I always knew. It was the same game as always: the perfect woman on the outside, the rival demolished on the inside.

And I don’t feel even the slightest remorse for it. Not even as she tightens around a mere two fingers. Soaking wet from a mere flick of my tongue on her love knot. Hips bucking up desperately like she’s never felt something quite as incredible. I can feel the innocence leaving her body. Stuck to my tongue. And I want to just drink it in. If only to hold on to her. If I had it my way, she would never spend a moment with another man. But it doesn’t take a genius to see that she deserves more than a married foster father for a lover. April 7th, 2003

after watching the video of Sia's confession. "You have just two days. think about it carefully. prepare her mind. I am not used to waiting. I am a rebel. You know my past." Simon fixed the collar and lifted a black colour file from the table. "You!" David grounded the teeth in frustration. "Today, You have seen it with your own eyes. what I can do to a guilty one. All evidence was against her. A big thing. her testimony video was sufficient to punish her but I changed the whole game by showing forgery so, what's the thing that I can't do?" he said while showing off the file in front of him. He was right. David himself couldn't determine the power of the politician family. They did violate a

Fredrinn’s POV “ Marco look for my area for a while, this girl is alone. I’ll just find her a taxi.” I asked a favor to my workmate who is also my best buddy. “Are you sure dude? Or are you going to bring her to your home hahaha” He teased me, but I just glared at him. “I am not like you, asshole,” I replied. We are best of friends, so talking like this is normal for us. We are not fighting right now, that is just a normal conversation.

His other hand stayed locked at her waist, keeping her pinned exactly where he wanted her. Larissa’s lips parted on a shaky exhale. The room still spun in lazy, drunken circles, but his voice was low and rough, nothing like Finn’s. She didn’t want to know if it wasn’t Finn, she just wanted the fantasy to hold just a little longer. “Please…”

And the best ones are always the BL girlies. They post fanart. Edits. Soft-core music videos of us with K-drama OSTs in the background. Sometimes Lucian sees them and mutters, “I don’t know whether to sue them or hire them.” And then proceeds to scroll through all of it anyway. He pretends to hate the attention, but I know he secretly loves being the villain in our love story. Because that’s what we are. Villain and chaos. Cold and color. Blood and brushstroke.

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