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she called out, voice breathy with desire. Mia approached the stall, concern etched on her face. “Are you okay? You sound…different.” Lola bit her lip, struggling to maintain control. “I’m fine,” she lied. “Just…just not feeling well.” Mia paused, then said softly, “Lola, are you…masturbating?” Lola’s cheeks burned with shame, but the slop wouldn’t let her stop. “Yes,” she whispered. Mia was silent for a moment, then said, “Can I watch?”

Which was good because he needed to be in their good graces for what he was about to tell them later. Lola quietly sneaked away now that most people were looking at the demonstration. Since she became the luna everyone bowed their heads when they saw her. It was nice to be respected but sometimes she preferred being invisible. She walked around the food stalls for a while before she picked a blue drink that had something sparkling in it. The sparkling bits were lighting up, so it was like drinking a sky with stars in a glass. The drink was cold but when she drank it, it warmed up her body from the inside and it tasted like blueberry’s. For food, she picked some bao buns that were shaped like

I prayed it wouldn’t be a year until Mum spoke to me and Julian, but I wasn’t feeling all that optimistic. Lola didn’t push or pry or anything, just sat next to me, unassuming as she switched on her laptop. The backdrop on her screen was incredible. Vivid colours and flowers intertwined with her name in the middle in italics. I looked at her afresh, and she was quite a character. She had three different piercings in her ears, and her braid had a yellow ribbon at the bottom. She was cool, in a purple sweater, and her glasses suited her, with their thick black frames. “I’m really pleased to meet you,” I said to her again. “Honestly, thanks for coming over.”

At that moment, Lola walked into the banquet hall and approached a few people. Lola took the initiative to greet Zoey and extended her hand, saying, "Hello, I am Lola." Zoey politely shook her hand and said, "Hello, I am Zoey." "I have been following you for a long time because I used to be a fan of Ariana, and I never expected that beautiful voice belonged to you. Later, I discovered that you are a designer at Galaxy Studio and even the founder of the design department, which made me realize that you have many shining qualities. I admire you a lot."

“You look blue, señorita.” Lola peeled her eyes away from the beautiful pattern of clouds outside her window and turned to the flight attendant who’d just spoken to her. Her beauty was mesmerizing, emphasized by her deep brown eyes, tanned oval face, and long, wavy hair. Her woody-brown uniform—which looked modest enough—did nothing to hide her tall, perfectly proportioned body. Lola was star-struck by her smile, wondering how many people had been left demobilized by her radiance.

Igho asked, curiosity getting the better part of her. "Tell me her I*******m handle lemme follow her abeg" Ima said quickly bringing her phone out. "You don't have to worry about that cause she's in this room" "Ehn?" Igho and Ima said at the same time. I almost laughed. "Well it's Lola here" Aunty Jojo giggled giving me a side hug which I accepted shyly. "It's a lie!" Ima said wide eyed. I laughed softly. "It's true o" Laila chirped.

LOLA " Step aside Torak, I'm tired of standing outside." Without any word Nora pushed him roughly and briskly ushered herself in with a bag of glossily, which she carelessly dropped at the sight of me. " Lola!" She stifled what was supposed to be a loud cry as she swiftly jumped on me engrossed me in a warm hug, " can't breath.." I managed to say through my teeth, " oh, sorry.." she apologized losing her grip, " I was so excited to see you, you don't know how miserable my life has been," she whined pouting her lips, " when I got Ryan's call this morning, I was so worried," without letting me talk she cup my face " are you feeling better now, huh?" She titted my head to the right,then the lef

she turned and flashed me a fake smile and she wasn't hiding it, "well, what's your name?" I turned to Adrian, he didn't look at me, he already expected me to know what so say. "C...Cam... Camilla" I stuttered. She took a slow sip. Her eyes stayed on me. "What do you do, Camilla?" "Art," Adrian said before I could open my mouth. "She's an artist." Antonia tilted her head. "What kind of art?" "Paintings," Adrian said. "She's very talented." I looked at him. I had never painted anything in my life. I drew logos on a computer. That wasn't art. Not to these people.

I ask her with a sassy smile. "You? I hardly trust you with a toaster," she groans making me chuckle. "Thank you for the input Luna, the spell is ready, who's hair do you want to use?" Oliver says. "Mine," I say right away, I want to know what I am. "Maybe it's better if we use Luna's hair, we know she's a wolf," Olive says, making Luna growl, she doesn't want to be tested. "Don't upset her, we can try mine, I'm the one who wanted to do this spell," I say quickly pulling one of my hair and dropping it in the mix.