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At the company’s annual dinner party, the front desk receptionist, Laila Nachtman, lost a game and had to randomly select a man to kiss as her penalty. She blushed and cautiously looked at Leonard Griffin. “Mr. Griffin, could you maybe—” Before she could finish, Leonard briefly said, “Scram.” The entire room erupted in laughter and mockery at her being so ridiculously oblivious. Everyone in their circle knew that he doted on me, his wife. Over the years, he had never given a second glance to anyone except me. His phone password had always been my birthday, and he reported his itinerary to me every time he traveled for work. He even kept a video call with me running while showe

He snatched the folder from my hands and tossed it—and all the evidence, that filthy obscene garbage—straight back to the lawyer. It was an insult to the eyes. Sensing Wane’s anger, the lawyer panicked for reasons unknown and hurriedly stuffed everything back into the folder. The entire exchange lasted less than a minute, yet what everyone around had glimpsed was explosive enough. May’s heart was pounding wildly. Kneeling there, she felt as though she were completely naked before the crowd. At that moment, she probably wanted nothing more than to stab me to death. But more than hatred, she was terrified of me.

EDMOND Something in me died when I watched her leave the restaurant. I did want to follow her. But what was I even going to say? Her anger was valid. Well, I didn't even know. May called me a manipulator who was causing her to believe we had a dynamic. I knew what that meant. I would like to think I did. The way her eyes died after that sentence. She hadn't meant to let it slip. The thought lingered at the back of my mind but I couldn't bring myself to consider it. Did May Wolfe like me? I almost laughed as soon as that thought crossed my mind. Of course not! It's just something she said by accident. I returned to my table and grabbed the half-empty bottle of wine. It was quite pathetic. Fin

I try my best to act normal because of Mr Hyde that is sitting beside me. He has a lot on his plate already and it won't be nice to keep bugging him with my problems. ~ Unknown POV It's nice to finally see her after some days but it wasn't pleasant to see her smiling at that punk, I really wish I can wipe the laugh off his face. I did not know how angry I was until the remaining content of the cup of coffee I was holding spilled on my hand after squeezing the paper cup. I watched the liquid trail down my hand leaving red mark on it wake because of how hot it is.

He opened it and started looking for things I'd assume he'd need for whatever he was planning to do. What the hell is this man doing? Without any warning, he grabbed my thigh, examining the bandage and carelessly ripping a piece off of my skin. I hissed in pain as my reflexes caused me to grab his hand automatically, trying to stop him from going any further. "Get you fucking hands off of me," he snarled, pushing my hands off and glaring at me. I stared at him in disbelief. "What the fuck are you even doing, Callum?" I replied angrily, aggravated by the pain rushing through my body.

Greedy bitch. Kema: What's happening to me? Aaahhh!!!! My head. My brain. May: Shit! Your mortal body can't handle the power of a celestial object[Jar of truth]. So it's taking Massive toil on your brain. Kema: Helppp! Please....Haaaargh.... Kema's head exploded, spilling out brain matter to the ground. The chains bounding May, disintegrated into dust. May stretched out her hands, and it made joint cracking sounds.

We’ll teach her how to behave. The outrage spread rapidly. Some self-proclaimed “justice warriors” even started sending me abusive private messages.

~Phoebe The image burned behind my eyelids, a jagged shard of memory. Lydia’s legs spread wide on a hard wooden bathroom, my uncle’s face buried between her thighs, her moans swallowed by the sterile silence of hymnals. Gerard’s fingers curled inside me, driving hard, striking that precise, electric spot again. I shattered. My orgasm wasn’t a wave; it was a fucking tsunami. My pussy clenched violently around his invading fingers, gushing in a hot, thick spray that soaked his hand and slicked his wrist. I screamed. A raw, animal sound that tore from my throat, as tears streamed down my face.

Shoulder pads cracking as muscles bulged unnaturally. Kael shifted fully into his massive wolf form and met them head-on. The bridge shook under the weight of the battle. He tore through former teammates, tasting blood that once cheered with him at games. Damien shadow-stepped through the chaos, ripping arteries. Serena rained arcane missiles that exploded in brilliant violet bursts, lighting up the night like deadly fireworks. The skybridge groaned… then collapsed. They jumped at the last second, crashing through windows into the girls’ dormitory common room below.

Her eyes stared into a distant horror only she could see. “When I got there, I froze. Everything—the fear, the panic—it all vanished for a second, replaced by shock. The scene in the banquet hall…” Her breath hitched, and she shook her head, her voice trembling. “It was chaos. All hell had broken loose.” I leaned forward, my heart pounding as I hung on her every word. “Michelle—she was in a full-blown rage,” May continued, her voice cracking as she struggled to push the words out.