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He sat beside him, "Are you following me? Mr. Daiki," Daiki turned to him and raised his hands, "This is pure coincidence. I have health problems too. Why are you here, little man? Are you sick?" "My mother. She fainted," "Oh, is she all right?" "Stage two brain tumor," Austin replied dryly. Daiki nodded. A thick silence engulfed them before he started to speak again, "So, are you interested to join us?" He turned to face the young man. "Us?" Austin frowned.

I smiled victoriously on coming up with a perfect excuse to escape. "oh okay." he seemed slightly unbothered. "What's her name anywa-" he dropped a speaker while talking to me. Great! Couldn't expect anything less from the 'God of destruction'. I hurried forward to help him. "Her name is Yuri" That's the best name you could come up with hikari, seriously, I thought to myself. Yuri means a ghost in Japanese, I face palmed myself in my head. "oh Yuri," he giggled a little "pretty name"

she said, feeling defeated. "Okay, I'll-" Matthew paused when he heard screaming coming from Ambrose's room. He hastily hung up the call after saying a quick goodbye before running back to the room. He found Michale desperately trying to calm Ambrose down as he repeatedly punched his chest weakly. Tears were flowing down his face and he looked completely distraught. Michael tried calming him down but it only got worse. Ambrose started screaming at him and Matthew just sat there, taking in all the insults Ambrose threw at him.

' "Ah..." Finally, Albert was the first to react. He looked dubiously at Yuri. "Honorable Goddess of Light, you must be joking. You killed Crescent Moon Principality Army's commander-in-chief, Eric, with just a single strike, and many people saw it. Who else can be so powerful?" Yuri's lovely face was solemn. "I'm not the Goddess of Light! My real name is Yuri, and my cultivation strength is completely different from the saint energy. Therefore, it may seem a little weird to all of you."

*** [Xyna] My character is very showy. She is a happy-go-lucky person. She's free to do whatever she want (well, except on loving Vince). Unlike me, I can't laugh with a light-heart, I just don't feel the urge to laugh even in a funny estate. It's not that I don't laugh, I still laugh...but with sarcasm. I'm not like this before. If only that hadn't happened, tsk! Every time I remember that days annoys the hell out of me. I hate them!

“Fuck—yes—harder—” I knelt beside Felix’s head, cock brushing his lips. “Open up, baby. You’re not done sucking.” Felix turned his face toward me immediately, mouth falling open, and I slid in while Christopher started fucking him in deep, steady strokes. The mattress rocked under us. Felix’s moans were muffled around my cock, but every time Christopher slammed in hard Felix’s throat tightened, sucking me deeper. “Fuck, he’s so tight" I looked down at Felix’s flushed face, eyes watering, spit dripping from the corners of his mouth. “Yeah. He’s loving every fucking second.”

More dangerous. Because somewhere along the line, we had stopped fighting like strangers trapped together and started fighting like people who knew each other too well. Imran looked away first. “Pierre found another name.” That pulled my focus instantly. “Who?” “He doesn't know yet,” Imran admitted. “But it showed up twice in my father's records and once in the Garcino files.” I stayed silent, waiting. Imran turned toward me fully now. “Matteo De Luca.” The second the name left his mouth, something cold settled in my chest.

I don't bother to reply to Hudson's statement. Alexander doesn't even act like someone's talking. He's staring ahead with his dead blue eyes. I take a moment to admire his appearance on such a cold morning. He's in a black turtle neck and his hair is slicked back as it always is. His porcelain skin is begging to be touched, and so does his pink kissable lips. My eyes widen when I realize I'm getting hard again. I clear my throat and rip my gaze from the asshole. Hudson sighs and turns on the radio. “Some Jazz to help loosen up?“