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Holding me by the hand, he leads to up to the front door, “Since I need to win you over.” Ignoring his comment completely, I come to a standstill in front of Slater and Niko. Now I am going to guess here, but not one of these boys knows that the other one was trying their best to seduce me earlier on. But believe me, their eyes are telling me everything their bodies are feeling at this present moment. Niko has that playful look in those soft blue eyes, he is so ready to tease and play. If Kage gave him just a minute, he would be crawling all over my body, taking those panties off that I am not wearing.

"That's certainly not the room she's staying in, although it does look remarkably similar." Through some kind of wizardry, Nik had the picture blown up into creepy proportions. Another sigh of relief washed through me when I realized that Willow was right. It wasn't me. Nico snorted. "Not even close." He pushed his face closer to the screen. "Is that a thigh tattoo?" Nik zoomed in some more a little lower on the sleeping figure's leg. "Yeah. A skull and roses." She looked back into the camera. "Jessa, you rebel, I had no idea."

It’d be nice if things were always like this. But I don’t have much control over that. I only see Maddie nod to the letter. “Pray to tell what’s this week's piece?” Ah, yes. I realize with a smile. I turn the page over to show her. I make to translate the contents as though Nicoli’s writing has improved. Is his artwork…more abstract in style? “Brother has drawn (mostly) a bear dancing. He (this brown figure here) and I (the purple figure here) are cooking popcorn.” I lift the page to point to it.

“ You’re incapable of that, “ Nik said with a smirk knowing that he was right. Despite their differences, they still loved each other. Next, Lorenzo went to his side and shook his hand. They gave each other a nod before Nik recounted what had taken place. He emphasized how my plan had saved all of us. But in retrospect, it was all him. Without Nikolai implementing it and showing just how fearless he was, it would have been useless. After everything was said, Viv and Lily left, leaving Lorenzo, Nik, and me. “ I need to talk to you, Nik. Can she excuse us? “Lorenzo asked. I respected the fact that he was Nik’s right hand and started getting out of bed but Nik held my hand to stop me from leavi

Camellia “Need some help?” I look up from my chopping board and see Nero approaching me with his hands in the pockets of his jeans. He’s wearing a coy, lopsided smirk and my stupid heart starts beating faster. “You want to help me cook?” I ask, raising an eyebrow and he shrugs. “I don’t mind. Morana and Aeron are keeping Nereo busy and it gives me an excuse to spend more time with you,” he says, leaning against the marble counter and crossing his arms. “So, put me to work, Lupina.”

I wear a demure floor-length flower dress with cap sleeves a sweetheart neckline and long silt exposing one oiled thigh, sitting on the blanket spread out on the floor. Niko sits behind me in a simple white shirt and black pants, the shirt is only burned up halfway revealing his chest, his position relaxed, his feet bare. He did glare at the make-up artist when she came close to him with her bottle of coconut oil indicating at his chest making the poor girl quake in her heels. “Looking into each other’s eyes, Yes! Like so,” the cameraman directs the camera clicking. “Niko places a hand on Lola’s belly, per-fect” is followed by more flashes and clicking.

I mutter, walking Bianca and I over to her in a panic. She's holding a multitude of images of Niko and me. He's caging me into the bar as Luca had described, but from the camera's point of view, it looks as if we're embraced in a kiss. Niko's hands are all over me. And myownhand finds its way to the back of his neck as if I'm holding him to me while we embrace. I swallow loudly, getting a look from both Anna and Bianca. "That isn't what it looks like—."

Niko said, gla ncing up at Noah’s face. “He’s bi, and he likes you,” Niko muttered. Noah’s eyes widened. “What!!!???” he screamed out.

shouted a voice that was familiar to me. I looked at my back. Nicko is also smiling and holding another map. He is no longer wearing a male blazer and the end of his long sleeve is also folded. He even removed his neck tie. What’s even more funny about his appearance is that he’s only on his feet. “Why are you on your bare feet?” I said here as it approached me. “So that I can move properly. You, get on your feet too.” He pointed at my shoes. I smiled here then I let him hold the map I was holding and sat on the side to take off my shoes and socks.

Its doors were shattered, and shards of glass covered the wooden floor. The rare discontinued Labubu and limited-edition Zimomo figures that I'd spent five years collecting from all over the world were now all decapitated and dismembered. Some had their arms snapped off, while others had their faces stomped flat. Singer from The Monster Forest Concert collection—a global limited edition of only ten pieces—was now being trampled underfoot by five-year-old Celeste Atwood. She was grinding it beneath her little leather shoes, pressing down hard on its vinyl face.