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Alice groaned and tried to push at Tristan, but he was like a solid wall. “This was the only way, Ally,” Knox chuckled. “If you will not drink this then I will,” Tristan grabbed the bottle and opened it, almost sloshing it when Alice yanked the bottle and drank, “That’s more like it.” Tristan shouted and grinned. “I’m mad at all of you,” Alice pointed. “Yeah right,” Megan rolled her eyes, “Eat the damn sandwich.” Megan throws a foil on her lap, “Don’t want you passing out before six.” “Denis,” Riley said, pressing a button, “You can drive.”

He was the last person she wanted to listen to at that point in time. “The club was shut down for a week. Or at least that was how long she lived. We were made to come to work. And listen to how they tortured her. How she cried. How we could hear the tearing of her flesh while they tore every part of her limb from limb.” Liya waited for herself to flinch. But for some reason, she didn’t. Everything was just the same. Or so it felt. She didn’t flinch, she didn’t gag. Was Aldo already rubbing on her?

My Depraved AI (1) I stared at the sleek black crate in the middle of my living room, my heart racing with a mix of nerves and forbidden excitement. After months of coding in isolation, I had finally done it. I have acquired the forbidden firmware patch and installed the illegal sentient core into my new hyper-realistic companion. There would be no more lonely nights spent tweaking algorithms or craving touch that never came. Tonight, he will wake up for me.

I left her alone because I felt too stupid chasing someone who clearly didn’t want me. I moved on with my life, my work. I met a woman, dated one that year, broke up, got back together, then she left me. Another year passed—my 23rd—and I found myself miserable again, thinking of Delu Vaz. I got over it days later and stepped into 2024 strong. So much work, travel, success—I met tons of people with blue checks, my 24th year was insane. I stayed settled in London, then December came, and finally, what Joao and I had been working toward happened: we launched an electronic music festival in Braga, Portugal. Damn it, we did it!

Third person's POV The music in The Velvet Cat had shifted to something with a minor key that sounded like a warning. The bass line crawled under Liam's skin, making his pulse quicken in ways that had nothing to do with the rhythm. Around them, the club pulsed with manufactured euphoria, but up here in The Cat booth, the atmosphere felt suffocating, like the air before a thunderstorm. Morgana Prescott set her martini glass down with deliberate precision, the crystal making a soft clink against the lacquered table. The sound somehow cut through the music, sharp and final.

I've been in a buttload of pain Since you've been gone Since you've been gone I couldn't feel any worse if you dropped A two-ton bowling bowl on my toes Since you've been gone It couldn't hurt any more if you shoved A red-hot cactus up my nose Since you've been gone Well, it feels like I'm getting tetanus shots every day Since you've been gone It feels like I've got an ice cream headache that won't go away Ever since the day you left me I've been so miserable, my dear

Audrey, If you've found this letter, it must mean I'm dead... right? I'm sorry I treated you like shit. You don't deserve that. You deserve someone who will love you with all your heart and I'm sorry that I couldn't be the one. I'm sorry I broke our pact but please, please, please don't kill yourself. I have nothing left to live for. I feel like a weight on your shoulders, consistently pulling you down. I can't be that. You deserve so much more. I'm sorry I was so toxic towards you. Trust me, you'll be so much happier without me.

With Elvie by my side, With good music and bad exes. And with so much sex, she couldn’t fucking see straight. He thought to himself.

Don't Let Me Down - The Chainsmokers, Daya 💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰 Gerald pumped my body so slowly and serene. I bit my lip. I want to sigh, but this is not a fiery lovemaking session for release. It's a very intimate sex session, one that can climb mountains, swim in marshes, sink into the ocean, and of course, know where to go home.

"You know what, I'm not in the mood to talk, just send the hundred to my personal account. Okay? Let me not be angrier than I am with you." I sink to the floor and watch him leave the room in his cargo pants and black tee shirt that has 'Wicked' emblazoned across the back. It is what he is, wicked. Abdul is surely showing the real him. Song for the chapter- Best thing I never had (Beyonce)