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I suddenly started to feel nervous. "Hi Amarachi, I'm your literature teacher. My name is Miss Ada. Welcome to Crownstar highschool." I smiled at her. "So who doesn't have a seat partner? A girl raised her hands and Miss Ada asked me to seat with her. She started teaching and that was when I remembered that I didn't collect the pen my mum bought. I didn't want to ask anyone for a spare pen but then it was my first day at school and I did not want to start skipping notes. I asked the guy at my front for a spare pen but he didn't have any one. The girl beside him smiled and gave me a pen, I thanked her and started writing.

I cried out in pain, in a desperate attempt to save my life. “You should have thought twice before plotting against Fenrir and me,” Damien growled and pushed me to the wall. I collided against the wall, my face covered in blood, could barely see anything. I wiped my face with my hand, and finally, I saw a sword on his bed. Rushing to his bed, I picked up the sword and charged at him, driving the sword through his stomach. I pulled the sword out, and Damien’s lifeless body fell to the ground. I stood there, my bloody hands trembling.

Isabelle Moreau’s hand hovered over her phone, Mark’s worried message still glowing on the screen. Vic Lang’s fingers stayed possessively between her thighs, gently stroking her sensitive folds. Vic whispered hotly against her ear, “Answer it… or turn it off and let me fuck you again until you forget his name.” Izzy’s violet eyes filled with tears. “I can’t keep doing this to him. He loves me, he’s a good man.” Vic kissed her neck softly. “But you’re not happy with him, baby. You told me that. You’re starving, let me feed you.”

Is that what is called LOVE? ***

Many people say that falling in love is not wrong. All beings have the right to feel love. It's not wrong to fight for love, until the end. It's not something wrong if love can or can't be reciprocated. However, why should Reo get social punishment? He just fell in love, and tried to fight for his love. Although the idol of the heart is called unusual if it is Reo who loves him.

But when she is so close to him he can't restrain his feelings. Aadi lowered his head and captured her soft rose-like lips. When Kriti felt his cold thin lips on her, she blushed and slowly closed her eyes accepting his kiss. He slowly craned her neck to a side to dominate the kiss and his hand traveled to her thin waist. She circled her arms tightly on his neck and clutched his shirt. He was sucking her lips like candy, he pried open her lips to explore more inside, sensing his tongue, she opened her mouth to give him more excess. His kiss was not rough or fast, it was calm soothing, and gentle, full of love and assurance. His warm embrace and cold lips were calming her nerves and she was d

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