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Zina: "What the fuck? This is..n't me, I sw..ear," my voice trembled, as I struggled to maintain a grip on the phone. My heart pounded loudly against my ribcage as the video continued to play on repeat. "You liar!" Trina's voice cut through, and the next thing I felt was a stinging slap on my face, causing my head to shift sideways. I placed my hands on my cheeks, hoping Xaden would step forward in my defense and confront Trina for the slap I had just received, but he didn't. Instead, all he did was shake his head in disappointment.

“I’d love that. Thank you.” Cole gives her a polite nod. “That would be helpful.” Freya hands me her phone. “Just connect it to the projector.” “You’re a lifesaver,” I say, tapping quickly through the options. I trust her. She said the right video was ready. I don’t even double-check. With Cole’s hand resting on my lower back, I turn to the crowd. “Apologies for the delay. We’ll begin our celebration with a short video, and then… we’ll cut our cake together.”

She was still not used to such language. “You don’t like that word, omega?” Xavier whispered lowly in her ear. His hand traveled down the omega’s belly. It ended its journey at her wet and throbbing clit. Sylvia heard her own breath hitch. It sounded loud and too obscene. A long finger pushed in alongside the already thick cock. It forced its way inside her. Sylvia sobbed as her climax hit her in one intense wave. Her legs shut forcefully around Xander keeping him still as Sylvia ’s whole body convulsed.

, she states to which I bob my head as yes. “Lets start the work before its too late”, I tell lifting my hand after placing the card back on its place. I open my left palm smiling and place my right one on it as my right palm is facing upwards. I think about white roses and my powers start to work on making what I wanted. The floral dust forms as a tornado before forming into beautiful bunch of white roses. “Beautiful”, rose states in aww making my smile grow wider. “lets make more”, I chime doing the same.

Her injured hand throbbed like it remembered. She flinched. Then Hank's hand covered hers, warm and steady. He leaned in, voice barely a whisper. "Don't be scared. Just be you. The you from three years ago. The one who lived for this." She shut her eyes. Memories flickered fast and sharp. Then she opened them and started to play. It all came back. The rush. The peace. The stage. Every doubt, every scar, melted away. When the last note faded, she looked up.

"Okay, okay, easy. I’m just telling you about my favorite event of the day. Relax and keep yourself calm. I’m not sure if you’ll like what I’ll say next…" I think I know what he’ll say. The agency wants me to accept the offer because I’d clearly stated my disgust when it was offered. "Tic wanted you to accept the offer." Tic is short for Terror-In-Closet. The guy that I inadvertently caused a scandalous incident with. I think I’m still absent-minded that I didn’t straighten my facts.

Time blurred in this hellhole. “The hybrid's resistance is remarkable,” Azrael noted, preparing another set of corrupted instruments. “Most break by now.” Today's session started with the bone needles — thin silver spikes inscribed with corrupted marks. Each one sent waves of tainted magic directly into my supernatural core when inserted. They formed patterns across my skin, turning my silver scars black wherever they touched. “Tell us how you merged your aspects,” Vivian demanded, twisting one needle deeper. “How did you transform the curse marks?”

She reached to her side and took a small container. The insides of the container shook when she lifted it up and put it against the light of the moon. The glass bottle reflected the gentle light. A sinister smile spread on her lips when she saw the white pills inside the bottle. Then, she read the label of the pills. Aphrodisiac. Again, she chuckled. Dalia opened the bottle and took one of the white pills. Her long slender fingers carried the aphrodisiac pills and gently dropped them inside the bottle of red wine.

" The only sound left in the room was the steady ticking of the machines. I turned away and carefully put the irises into the vase by Mom's bed. He stood up slowly, quietly. "Remember to put ointment on your knee when you get home. It's scraped." The door closed softly behind him. I thought I heard a muffled sob. However, maybe it was just my imagination. Back home, my daughter gently put ointment on my knee. I patted her head, turned on the computer, and started writing a new post. Title: [About Camila and the Road I Took.] She should have known I would not let it go if she exposed me.

XAVIER That’s it, that’s my girl. Bite down on your tongue until you can’t anymore, until a pleasurable scream tears through your throat. My fingers curl around her neck as I dig deeper, inching my body closer to her. Melanie whines, right hand reaching for her back. I pull away from her immediately. Yes, I do want her to make sounds, but those of pleasure, not pain. My gaze drops to her back, carefully cleaned and covered with a bandaid, and the lump in my throat thickens.