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Ryan asked and Connor scoffed. "I am off to my room." He said and Ryan snorted. "Sleep tight." He said through the mind link. Connor pulled off his shirt and slumped down on the bed. He covered his eyes with the back of his hands as he tried to pin point what was baffling him exactly. What was it? What was it? What was... That back? He does not know why he felt weird while informing the pack of their new Luna. It was as if he was doing to the wrong thing.

-------- Plus a mixture of missed calls and messages from Jake and Manuel -------- Dude where are you?! --------- How long it take to drop off three girls bro? You stopped for a quickie?

Hi! I'm excited to share my new M/M romance novel with you. Please take a look! ❤️ Title: Steaming the Rose Genre: MM Mafia romance Forced Proximity Childhood sweetheart BLURB "I can't do this anymore!" Easton cried, trying to break free from the man who had him pinned to the bed by his throat. ''It's been six years, Ilya! Six fucking years of abuse. When am I going to be free from you?" "Does it look like you have any choice?" Ilay smirked coldly. He produced his knife, wanting to carve his name into Easton's heart, so that every time Easton looked in the mirror, he'd know who he belonged to.

"He didn't hurt you, did he? Do I need to kill him?" Even after my crappy night, he pulled a smile from me. "No, he didn't hurt me. No need for a murder charge tonight." Present "Marshmallow?" Dee asked, shoving one in my face. I pulled the white goo off her roasting stick and popped it into my mouth. The sugar rush did little to improve my mood. The air smelled of campfire and saltwater, the night mild. A breeze blew in from the ocean, making the wild grass sway. It was a beautiful night. Great friends, gorgeous setting.

I was trapped, with no escape from the horrors that awaited me. Dominic's eyes seemed to bore into my soul, his gaze piercing and unrelenting. "You see, Lucia, I've been waiting for someone like you. Someone who can understand me, who can see the truth behind the lies." His voice was low and hypnotic, drawing me in despite my fear. "And now that you're here, I'll never let you go." I struggled against the cuffs again, but they only seemed to tighten. Panic set in as I realized the true extent of my predicament. I was trapped, at the mercy of a madman with a twisted vision. And then, Dominic's eyes seemed to gleam with an eerie light. "Let the game begin," he whispered, his voice dripping wit

"Hello? I'm looking at our messages right now. There's no ad." "You're saying you didn't send me a job listing through the mail?" "Through the mail? Like with stamps and shit?" I wish I hadn't left that paper crumpled on Massimo Rinaldi's floor. "It had your name on it, signed at the bottom. And the envelope had a big 'Top Secret' stamp on it. You're telling me you didn't do that?" The line goes quiet for a long minute, and even under the squeal of the bus braking, I hear her curse softly under her breath.

*Season 1: Discovery* *Chapter 7: "The Unexpected Encounter"* Ava is walking home from the library when she sees Ethan across the street. She's about to call out to him, but then she notices he's talking to someone - a girl with long, dark hair and piercing green eyes. Ava feels a pang of curiosity and maybe even a little jealousy. Who is this girl, and why is Ethan talking to her? Ava decides to follow them from a distance, trying not to be seen. She watches as they walk into a small café, and she follows them inside. Ava takes a seat at a table nearby, trying to listen in on their conversation without being noticed.

Will Ruby be able to get a message to Maddog? Thank for reading, guys; I love you all x

Jamaal and mystery man. ******

Finally, the shuffling of feet and the hushed murmurs faded into nothingness, leaving an absolute stillness that was both a comfort and a curse. Allowing myself to breathe again, I inhaled deeply, the cave's musty odour a relief to my senses. My eyes drooped with fatigue, the adrenaline that had kept me running for hours rapidly dissipating into exhaustion. But it wasn't just my body crying for rest—my mind was a jumbled mess of fear, stubborn will, and guilt. Images of my friends flashed—Lily's laughter, carefree yet haunted; Elena's optimistic smile that always banished my doubts. Although our friendship was forbidden, it was my lifeline. Knowing they were still out there, perhaps searchin