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She went into the back and began cutting and putting together a dress for a customer. I sat down quietly at my desk and began designing my sister's wedding dress. I couldn't concentrate on it, so I placed my digital notepad aside and scrolled through Facebook. I decided to view Madison's profile. She recently changed her profile picture to a picture of her and EJ hugging underneath a tree. They seemed younger. It must have been when they were still in high school. I received a text from EJ like he knew I was thinking about him. EJ: Hey how are you feeling?

She’s even going to tag me, this is such an honor! On top of it, even better, this can be a manifesto! Her friends who follow her will see me in her photo, and that effect alone will be underlyingly conducted into a manifesto that announces my existence in Daniella’s life and a degree of friendship we share that allows me to appear on her profile page! I am so sure that all her male followers will be SO jealous! Absolutely! Everything stated is as real and perfect as it would be… If only the one who appears in the photo is not Henrietta, but Henry.

Aside from one thing, They didn't expect that there would be such a thing as a twist in this game-like activity. Every one of them needs to write their most valuable friend on paper. They need to think about the closest friend they have here at the university, and he/she will serve as their bet on winning the game. Or at least someone, in case they don't have any friends. They could not choose their current partner in the activity, so June had no choice but to choose Kanaye as his "sacrificial friend". Raia, who is not really close to others, chose June, and Osamu chose Rio randomly.

I take off my shoes and loosen up the strings of my shorts that has been bothering for a while, I turned on the tv and watch Teen Wolf. After an hour of watching Teen Wolf which I've been hesitating if I should still love Blaze or Scott, after all, they are both handsome Alphas. I take out my phone who was on silent and see a notification from Instagram. I clicked on Instagram and see three profile that requested to be my friends. Oh no, it's them. If you know what I mean by them it's the whole gang. The rich losers gang as I like to call it. I checked their profile which has a lot of followers, no wonder that they have a lot of it since they are supposedly "hot".

Breeding. The little red warning popped up: EXTREME MATCH ONLY. He clicked confirm before he could chicken out. Username: prettyboy21. Profile pic: an over the top, seductive picture of his mouth, glossy and bitten red. Then the matching began, after a few seconds the result came. He matched with only one person. Username: Obsidian. No photo, age or bio. A shiver ran down his spine. Was he really about to match a stranger who could be a serial killer or worse, someone that knows him. Lennon didn't know which scenario was worse.

That’s not in your profile, and I don’t see any pictures. ArtIsMyLife33: My friend made my profile. I was too chicken, to be completely honest with you. If we hit it off, I’d love to talk to you about my art. You would be my first date. I know it probably says in the request, but where do you need me to go and why? ScottIAm: Cousin’s wedding this Friday. I’m trying to keep my family off my back about marriage, so I need a stand-in girlfriend. Can I see some of your art? I’m really curious now.

Candi blushes! It's so dang adorable. "Candi, these are my best friends in the world," I state as I point to each of my friends. "Calliope and her mate Trey. Nadia and her mate Knox. This is Phoebe and her mate Levi, and last but definitely not the least, Selene and Jaxx. Guys, this is Candi and if Fox does something to mess this up I'm gonna smack him upside the head!" I promise.

Sophie I downloaded the infamous Fantasy app, but, yeah not before thinking infinite times. Damn. I had to upload a picture. I thought I'd just go with some random fake photo, but when I scrolled through the profiles I noticed that most of the women's pictures were way more sexual, revealing their body parts without a second thought. But since I was shy, I decided to upload my side profile picture, not the face. Then I realized.. shit — I was wearing my night shirt and pajama trousers in it. Nothing sexy about it.

Megan gently held Grandma's hand and said warmly, "Penelope, I'll explain everything to you later. Just know that I chose to marry Harry. I'll treat him well, too." I looked at Megan gratefully. My phone buzzed with a transaction notification. A payment had been made at a five-star hotel. I tapped out a quick message to my assistant, telling him to freeze Brenda's supplementary bank card. I turned my attention back to Grandma and was a little taken aback to see Megan chatting happily with her. Megan was Brenda's best friend. Every time I saw her, she kept her head down, looking subdued. Back then, Brenda had my whole heart, and Megan was nothing more than an acquaintance. To me, she was just

always acting thoughtlessly before considering the other person’s feelings. “He’s just a friend,” is the reply I give to his question, probably unconvincingly. Well, it’s not completely a lie. We are friends; it's not like he's my boyfriend or anything. Before I know it, we’re already at the top of the third flight of stairs. The night we had felt like a mediocre date, ending in the guy walking me to my door with hopes of coming inside. The sexual attraction certainly was there, although mentally it felt like we were not on the same page. Suddenly I feel nervous.