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She nodded at me as she stare back on the window. I watch Jacob as he pointed back on the things he see around the city, fascinated. "Aunt Nee, look I see a Darth Vader on the shop! I wanna buy that, mommy." He push my hands off which is holding him down and grab Elle's hand. "Baby Jake, you already have five light sabers." "But I still want more. In the movies they have like...fifty!" He held out his hands and frown, "It's not that many, mommy. We gonna buy, right?"

The institution tested him for it almost immediately. During morning drills, commands came out of sequence. Not incorrect, but deliberately destabilizing. Cadets hesitated. The formation rippled with micro-errors, shoulders misaligning, steps falling unevenly. Elias held. He did not compensate. The urge rose sharp and insistent, a pressure behind his sternum that demanded release. He focused on his breath, on the burn in his muscles, on the exact angle of his wrists. Hold. Vale’s voice cut through the hall.

“I’ll have 1 Dark Mocha Frappuccino venti, 1 Chocolate Chip Cream Frappuccino grande , a blueberry cheescake and waffles. For me, I’ll have one Ice Americano, grande.” “I’ll repeat your order, sir. 1 Dark Mocha Frappuccino venti, 1 Chocolate Chip Cream Frappuccino grande , a blueberry cheescake, waffles and one Ice Americano, grande.” “Right.” “That’s $26, sir.” Seungkwan gave his black credit card. “Here it is, sir,” the barista said, giving his card. “We will serve your order at your table.” Seungkwan turned around, but before walking away, he looked back again at the barista and asked something. “Excuse me.”

The ingredients you would need to create a disaster. A pair of cloudy-colored eyes, a pair of full lips, a perfectly shaped nose, a short mop of black hair, and 193cm worth of height made up the Alpha of the pack I swore to destroy a long time ago. “Aren't you going to say something?” I asked with all the nonchalance in the world, my eyes not once leaving him afraid of losing this unspoken competition where the reward is the loser's life. “No. I like the silence.” His voice sent a shiver down my spine, followed by the nausea that almost came up my throat.

"How's my sister?" "Sound asleep," Vador replied. "Something is wrong," Aleister said entering the room "Someone is coming," his eyes were now shades of grey "Avan,Emma,go,take Avan with you. Go to Alizon" "The dark witches are back," Vador said his eyes changing color." "That's right," someone replied across the room with her back turned. Immediately Vador was tied to a metal chair and so was Aleister. "How's the dark lord?" She asked turning to face them.

“Quit this bullshit and go sit for dinner!“ She angrily turned off the television. “Why did you do that? Mrs. Nora Williams was about to announce the date for the pick.“ I sluggishly stood from the floor with a huge frown on my face. “You mean the hideous, wicked witch of the west?“ Megan retorted with a scoff. “Mrs. Tera Greygott is the wicked witch of the west. I'm talking about Mrs. Nora Williams.“ I explained, slapping off a peck of dust on my faded gown. “All rich folks are wicked witches of the west, be it Williams or Greygott. Now go sit!“ She fired back, walking past me with angry steps. “No offense, but I think you're the only one with that mindset. Every other person around here se

“You're so perfect baby. Look at these tits… so fucking perfect. Like it was sculpted by seven gods.” Tina moaned softly from beside us. “Don’t tease her, Sir. She’s been dying for this. I saw how wet she was on the stairs. We’re both yours now. Isn’t that right, Sara?” I couldn’t speak. All I could do was nod, my voice gone. My hand shook as I reached for Dad’s cock. It was burning hot, heavy, the veins thick and pulsing under my palm. Pre-cum leaked from the tip in a thick bead.