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hollered Shotton " well news flash , you ain't on the top of the list anymore . " " Then you might be living under a rock " murmured Jacob with his signature lazy drawl " but hey if you are feeling jealous then I can introduce you to my father and he might he able to prescribe something but ofcourse that's only if he can see your pencil di*k under microscope " Some more jeers. Some more laughter .

He smiles faintly “That wasn’t for you. I just hate bad metaphors.” I roll my eyes, but my lips twitch He grins wider, like he’s proud he got that reaction out of me Behind him, Carter’s voice cuts through the crowd “LeMonde.” Dante turns slowly “McShaw.” There’s that invisible electricity again The kind that makes bystanders hold their breath without realizing it Carter steps closer, arms crossed “You always talk like that, or is it a hobby?” Dante’s tone doesn’t change “Only when someone mistakes cruelty for confidence.”

She turned her hand under Anton’s, their fingers intertwining as if to a lifeline. “First, you witness the belief, just as you did. You do not struggle with the scar. You do not argue with the scar. You hear the voice of the scar.” Dr. Mehta leaned forward slightly. “Anton, what you hear is the whisper, ‘You are a calamity.’ Now, what would you like to say back to the voice?”

“It's just that, I can't believe I'm here right now. I never thought I'd be sipping champagne with Carter Winthrow. Not to mention I'm about to go and eat at La Reve. It feels kind of surreal.” Carter kept his gaze on me while I spoke. “Act as if you're where you want to be, and as surely as you can feel your own breath, you'll get there.” “Is that a quote?” I asked. “Who said that? Thoreau? Emerson?” He shook his head. “My father. I'd heard him say it countless times when I was growing up. It stuck with me.” “Was he involved with stocks too?” I asked, instantly wondering if I was crossing the line by prying.

“Aphrodite's ass, that's one fine lady...” “You're an anthropomorphic entity, not a sex-starved frat boy. Isn't there a single male in the entire universe, immortal or not, who isn't ruled by testosterone?” I groaned. “Metatron. Anyways, I was talking about the motorcycle. Look at the shine- she's got hexavalent chrome plating: highly toxic and oh-so-beautiful, just like Pallor.” “Isn't Pallor your horse?”

Anotio had to be what had I done? “See…. You are a natural; it would be more appealing if we were fuck buddies… Something tells me I have lots of talent I'm waiting to explore; too bad you are a damned moretti. Classless, shameless... useless.” His words were like venom, piercing me in the worst places; my fingers itched to strike Him, to jab the pen into his eye to pluck out an eyeball.

Trayton ~ “No, not at all.” Ava ~ “You are not supposed to lie to me.” Trayton ~ “Okay, I was.” Ava ~ “Thanks, the damn alarm went off.” Trayton ~ “I am glad to see it works then.” Ava ~ “You are nuts, you know that?” Trayton ~ “I am a nutter for you.” Ava ~ “Fuck that is terrible. I have never even heard of a word nutter.” Trayton ~ “It means I am mad for you.”

Metatron said “Metatron, it’s a movie which means it’s not real, ok?” she saidthen licked her ice cream “So you are saying the guy is not dead” “Yes, he’s not dead” “It’s just acting, my dear” she felt satisfied that he got an answer and would remain quiet but she was wrong “If its not real then why waste your time watching it? They are of cause fooling around” he said “Actually, they are not fooling around. Its called entertainment” she said

And for the first time since he'd arrived, some of the heaviness lifted from his face. Silence settled between us afterward. I watched him swirl the wine around his glass. His gaze fixed on nothing in particular. "What are you thinking about?" I asked. Anton was quiet for several seconds. Then he laughed softly to himself. "I'm thinking about how pathetic human beings are." I blinked. "That's a strong opening statement." He pointed at me with his glass. "Think about it. We spend years wanting people who don't want us." I leaned back in my chair, listening.

When I'm happy, I'll do you the favor. Joanne's fists clenched tightly. She suppressed her anger and asked, "What would make you happy, Mr. Atherton?" "First, stay away from Jack. Don’t invite him to your home again. "Second, accept my kindness. "Third, go to a concert with me. "Fourth, I'll think about it later." "Your kindness?" Joanne's lips twitched. Her eyes widened, and she laughed sarcastically, "When you were drunk, you harassed me. Was that your kindness? I'm impressed."