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Madge greeted them, shaking her head, lips pursed in an expression that was either pleasure or disgust. Dylan didn’t think the difference mattered much at her age. Or with her temperament. How the hell do you serve drunk frat boys, homeless glue sniffers and post-coital munchie seekers for six decades and not become— Was that? Mike elbowed him. No way. No. Fucking. Way.

Warning: This story contains graphic depictions of violence, abuse, non consent and sensitive themes including suicide attempts. Reader discretion is advised. *** Madison's hands trembled as she clutched Joshua's phone, the screen glowing with messages that twisted her gut. "Who's Sarah?" she whispered, scrolling through the explicit texts. Photos of him and her colleague from the bar, naked, tangled in sheets. Her heart hammered. Joshua burst through the apartment door, eyes narrowing. "What the fuck are you doing with my phone?" he snarled, snatching it from her grip. Madison backed up, tears stinging her eyes.

Dr. Cole I’m halfway through closing up for the day, reviewing a few of the shots Beth and Rachel flagged on the laptop, when the front door creaks open. I freeze. Beth glances toward the hallway. “Did you forget to lock the door?” “No. I locked it.” Footsteps. Confident, unhurried. Madison. She appears in the doorway a moment later, all glossy lips and long lashes, holding a packet of updated literature against her chest like she’s delivering it out of the goodness of her heart.

I was snapped out of my thoughts when the door opened. Mama. She still looked the same, except some wrinkles had made their way to her face. She was a beautiful woman on the outside, yet I never thought I looked like her or my papa... She had the fakest smile plastered on her face as she spoke unexpectedly nicely. "Bienvenida a casa, Elisia!" Mama exclaimed, excitedly. A little too happy, isn't she?. (Welcome home, Elisia!) I step into the house and all of the horrible, traumatic memories come flooding back. It's as if all those years of therapy had done nothing to heal me.

This is a bonus chapter for the Mafia Academy and I promise you want to read it. While I have you, I need to thank you for reading about these three amazing couples. If you continued this far, I'm sure they are as special to you as they are to me. For Mr. Xavier's complete story and how he found himself at Rochester, you’ll want to read Hotter Than Hell available on GoodNovel. Xavier is the head of the desert crime syndicate when Madison enters his world. One day, I plan to write about his children.

Hazel doesn’t like comics because they are mostly sexually explicit and all sexual scenes are arranged. We both barely have a thing in common; if we were a couple, then red flags would be all that could be seen. I began reading this comic book, Demoralized Plaything. It was quite interesting, but it ended quicker than I expected. Just when I was about to begin on Jinx, a maid came in. "Miss Maddy." She called, alerting me. I slowly raised my head up from my phone to see her gazing at me with a soft smile on her face.

The viewers began to question Dominic’s words. CaffeineCrusader: You’re the one obsessed with legs. Wasn’t the whole leg-lengthening thing your idea? NeonNinja: I heard you had a model girlfriend who got the same leg-lengthening surgery. What happened to her? Haven’t seen her since! PixelatedDreamer: I can’t believe the leg-obsessed rich guy is doing a livestream. Never thought I would see the day! CosmicPineapple: Is this for real? Don’t try to deceive the people with your lies!

The pain and darkness of the past had completely dissolved. Golden spring sunlight streamed through the window and warmed my skin. The tiramisu Conrad had just brought rested on the coffee table, sweet and tempting. On my phone was the medical report sent by the nurses. “The results came in, Conrad. There’s something I need to tell you.” “Go on.” “Um… don’t get too excited.” Conrad immediately walked over, a hint of tension on his face. “No matter what it is, I’ll be here with you.” I held back a laugh and turned the screen toward him.

The night air is warm and sweet, filled with the scent of jasmine and frangipani. "So," James says as we wait for his car. "That was intense." "You have no idea," I mutter. He studies my face in the dim light. "Want to talk about it?" I consider the question. James seems kind, uncomplicated. Maybe that's exactly what I need right now. "Ask me again after that drink," I say. He smiles. "Deal."

Of course he wouldn’t argue publicly. Wouldn’t defend emotionally. Wouldn’t respond impulsively. That’s not his style. He doesn’t fight narratives. He replaces them. --- Escalation Madison refreshes again. The page loads slower this time. Images glitch. Comments are locked. The structure of the article itself begins to break. Piece by piece. --- Panic (Contained) “What did you do?” Maxwell asks. Madison looks up sharply. “I didn’t do anything wrong.” But her voice— For the first time—