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Mark felt a jolt, a heat low in his gut that had nothing to do with the overworked radiator hissing in the corner. After class, as students filed out, Mark lingered, pretending to fumble with his backpack. The hall emptied until it was just him and the fading projection light. Professor Thorne was erasing the whiteboard, the muscles in her forearm flexing with each sweep of her arm. The skirt, he noted with a dry mouth, was shorter from this angle, revealing a tantalizing stretch of sheer black stocking above her knee. “Mr. Collins,” she said without turning around, her voice echoing slightly in the empty space. “Is there a question the lecture failed to answer?”

Mark immediately removed the condom, tossing it into the trash next to him, and adjusted his clothes as quickly as he could. “Kristos.” said Mark stammering “Eh... This... Well, you see, we….” “I imagine you were trying the condoms we´re about to talk in the meeting that has not taken place yet.” Kristopolis interrupted ironically. "We weren't talking about the proposal, precisely.” Mark answered through clenched teeth, and with his hand messing with his hair. Although I was frozen on the desk at first, I got out of my astonishment while the men were talking, and adjusted my clothes as much as I could according to the circumstances.

I promise, offering her another thankful smile before turning and heading towards the door. As I step out into the hallway, the air feels a little lighter, the weight of that looming conversation finally behind me. Still, I can’t help the dry laugh that escapes me as I walk back towards the lecture hall. Alpha Drake Marshall gets what Alpha Drake Marshall wants. I push open the door to my lecture hall, the scent of chalk and old paper meeting me like an old friend. The lights flicker on above as I make my way to the front, dropping my bag beside the podium and flipping open my laptop. The projector hums to life, casting the first slide onto the screen behind me, an intricate illustration of

I personally do not really know anything about his personal life but he knows a bit of mine since my life is not so hidden from the world anyways. “Here are all the files we need to sort through to get Macherry enterprise to stay.” Mark tells me. He already had the whole things arranged on the big study table in the library along with some boxes at the side where some files were kept. There were about five boxes in total. We sure as hell have a lot of work to do. I sighed heavily. “I can start with them since I am more familiar with them and you can start with these.” Mark pointed out. He has a way to make a bad situation somehow look good.

The courtyard was alive again—this time with tension instead of fire. Kael stood at the front of the royal pack, his armor streaked with dirt and blood, his eyes fixed on me like he hadn’t blinked since he left. “Nora.” His voice carried across the distance, deep and raw. “Kael,” I said, stepping forward. “What are you doing?” He hesitated, and that was what scared me most. Kael never hesitated. “The council wants the mark,” he said finally. “They think it’s the only way to restore the balance. They want to use you.”

Chapter 4 Hiii guys, it's me again with a new chapter.119 VOTE. COMMET. LIKE. FAN.127 xo, Black3 - I did a little victory dance in my head when I found classroom A232. Yes, I made it just on time, I thought just as the late bell rang. The whole class was filled with students and a few chairs were empty. Some of the students were staring off into space while the others carried bored expressions. When I walked to Mr. Jenkins’s desk, everyone’s head perked up and the stares of many eyes burned a whole in my back.

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Adele~ “So, here's the arrangements I've come up with,” Mark said, clicking the remote to the next slide on the projector. A list of events appeared on the screen, complete with tiny labeled squares and colorful arrows pointing in various directions. It looked more like a battle strategy than an event layout. I tried to focus, I really did. But the longer he talked, the more my brain replaced his voice with the sound of waves and the memory of a certain tall, grumpy man still lying on my bed, and probably looking through my designs right now.

But not at this moment. Kyle had important work to do. Truly important work. He was flanked by a small entourage of eight vampire thugs, and they all strutted through the crowd as quickly as possible. Each carried a backpack. And each backpack was packed with 300 vials of the plague. They would split into four teams, and each team, like the four Horsemen, would spread their death to each corner of the station. One team would cover the station itself, one the Path to Grand central, one the A, C, or E subway line, and one the 1 or the 9 train line. Kyle reserved the best location for himself alone: Amtrak. He smiled to think that his portion of the plague would spread farther and wider than an

I deliberately used the formal title, making sure she registered the respectable formality of our relationship. I walked past her, my spine rigid. I felt her eyes follow me—not with suspicion, but with the mild, motherly satisfaction that the chaotic ward was finally settling into her new, neat routine. I went down to the kitchen, poured the water, and walked straight toward the library. The door was ajar. Mark was standing by the antique globe, his hand gripping the brass axis, talking into his headset. He was fully engaged in a conversation about market strategy, the mask of the successful businessman utterly convincing.