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Does this human even know who I am? RYAN BURN THAT FUCKING CALENDAR. Dakota howls in my head. Suddenly, I notice Ethan checking out someone behind me. I swiftly turn my head so fast that my neck makes a cracking sound, I see Rita holding a coffee mug. She talks with Ethan. I find her blushing in-between while Ethan stares down at her clothes, lips and gives her handsome smirks. I could feel someone squeezing my heart. Break this bitch's neck. How dare she be flirting with our mate in front of us! Kill her slowly Ryan, I want to hear her screams.

She watched how the yellowed, yet bright light played in the droplets, showing this deluge, this flood from the sky, in apparently solitary drops. The rain began to fall. Slow, at first, but then it steadily became faster and heavier, thus stirring typhoons in her heart and head. With those screeching cars inching forward with her, Ruby could feel fresh drops of blood cascading down her forehead while her heart rate was dangerously skyrocketing. "I didn't do anything wrong, assholes!" She chanted, her hands gripping the steering wheel so tightly her knuckles turned white. Her breathing was ragged and her heart was pounding, but she forced herself to calm down.

Oriana The rain beat down around me mixing with the tears that were streaming down my face. Who was he? He was definitely not the man that I was planning to marry 3 days from now. My name is Oriana. A 23 year old nobody from Miami. I moved to England before my parents died and that’s when I met Jaime. He was also from Miami. He was the perfect guy, was always there for me when I needed someone to talk to, compassionate and kind. Before he proposed, our life together was magical. He would take me out on dates, meet me after work with flowers, showered me with gifts and generally made me feel like I was the most important person in the world a princess. After popping the question with the most

It's from Meg. 16:52 From: Megan McCartney *Niels came by here and asked me a discreet questionnaire about you. With a strange focus on your current relationship status. I allowed myself to say that you're "available" haha. (In a more discreet way, of course.) Sorry, but I was tempted to give him your number. You won't kill me, will you? Megan McCartney, Assistant in Finance at Ryan Enterprises.* Is she crazy? Damn it. Using the work email. I grab my phone after deleting the email and shutting down the computer.

Emily Warner “Okay can you at least tell me your name? You’ve been living here for a day now and you have been on that WRETCHED LAPTOP the entire time. See, I am tired and hungry, also I need to shower and change my clothes. Please!!” I yell as I look at him typing away on the laptop, paying me no heed. This hot jerk.

Mireille stood on the porch, and besides the roaring wind and rain, she could clearly hear the agonizing, piercing screams from the lab. Turning her back to the lab, she spoke coldly, enunciating each word with grim resolve: “…Kill them all.” “Yes, Miss Carrington.” ... Estravia City, Wexford Lane Estate. The rain started as a drizzle but quickly turned into a downpour. Raina had hated rain since she was a child—especially thunderstorms. Yet oddly, as she sat on the sofa now, she found herself staring blankly at the heavy rain outside. Raindrops pattered silently against the window frames, streaming down in rows. She propped her chin in her hand, lost in thought.

“I’ll put new plates on it. You can take them off before you leave it for the cops.” “I know, I know, this isn’t my first rodeo. Fine. How soon do ya need it done?” Another glance at the clock to calculate sleeping time, waking time, making breakfast. “Four-thirty. Fight Club.” Mount sucks in a breath. “Is that wise? Word on the street is the wolves consider you their enemy.” The wolves. Sooner or later I’m going to have to deal with them. “I’m not. Not unless they make one of me. And they don’t wanna do that.” Trey might, but his alpha, Garrett, is smarter.

Maze waited for him to say something, but finding him silent she again asked," Won't you say anything?" Ryan looked at her forcing his exhausted eyelid to stay open,"Go for now. We'll talk about it later," Maze wanted to say more, but couldn't. She then nodded her head and opened the car door, stepped out and run covering her head to save herself from getting drenched. But rain indeed didn't spare her and proffered her a short bath of nature. 🙚 🙛 🙜 It started raining in torrents all around. The sharp unnecessary vibration of regular life around seemed to stagnate for a while at the thrumming of rain. A fresh, earthy smell hung on the air.

His forehead gently touched hers, occasionally expressing his loving words, unaware that a tear silently rolled down the girl's cheek. Outside, the rain poured, and the wind howled, making it a freezing night. In the early morning, Demi Moore stood before the window, looking outside at the constant rain, and sighed. The feeling of the rain soaking into her body was genuinely uncomfortable, but luckily today, the weather wasn't too cold. She just needed to make a little more effort, and she would earn double the wages. Thinking about this, she couldn't help but feel a little happier and determined to step out the door.

It had been a stormy day with torrential rain. He had been kneeling in front of a grave, holding a woman in his arms. She had been on the brink of death. She had been wearing a pure, white wedding gown. However, the mud had stained the wedding gown until it had been completely dirty. Black blood had trickled out continuously from the corner of her mouth. It had been Rainey! "I'm sorry… I came too late." In the scene, his eyes had been red as he looked at Rainey, who had been about to die.