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Jackal continued and Sam shut his eyes and shook his head. "This is all my fault." he whispered and instantly Jackal and I were up with our hands clenched in fists. "You better explain quickly." I snapped darkly. POV Ruby I'm officially over all of this. Mom, Silvia, Cassy even Varg are making me lose my patience. They are fussing over me constantly and I'm actually sorry that I sent Wolf home. I could have maybe gotten him to at least glare at them for a while. Maybe they would have backed off. My Mom just finished fluffing my pillow for the tenth time when Cerise, Hound, Don and Mac walked in. I smiled to see them as Cerise made a beeline for me.

Jeffrey Clark is tall, like basketball height tall, he's white, black hair which he shaved off, green eyes and really really bad at sex. We went on a date together and after that we decided to have sex, I thought the sex was gonna be good cause he has a nice body and a nice dick but it was terrible. He kept on moaning about how good at sex he was and how my boobs made him super horny. When I was giving him a blow job he wanted to spit on his dick but he spat on my face instead. "Oh my God sorry!" He said to me when I was cleaning the spit off my face. "but the spit on your face did make me super horny." He laughed and I had no choice but to laugh as well. A fake laugh that is.

He released the teammate and flailed against Tom's weight. The heat was too much. Tom felt his skin blister and peel. His eyes blurred and his ears rang with the scream of the Alpha. He fell on top of him. His dead weight pressed down on the struggling body as his brain overheated and his sight darkened. The scream died but the battle raged on before he finally lost consciousness.

The comments section was exploding. Panic shot through me. "SHIT. SHIT. SHIT!" I screamed, slamming my palm against the keyboard. I tried again, and when nothing worked, I stood up and grabbed the laptop with both hands-then hurled it at the wall. It smashed into pieces, the screen shattering, the battery popping out and rolling across the floor, and the keyboards shattering against the floor. My breathing was uneven now. My body felt hot, like all the air in the room was gone. I grabbed my phone again, but it was still buzzing like a bee hive. The number of unread messages had hit 1,047.

he muttered, but the apology felt hollow, laced with an inner conflict that simmered just beneath the surface, leaving Olivia uncertain about his true feelings. Olivia’s heart raced as if it could burst from her chest, the sound of her pulse reverberating like a distant drum. The overwhelming intensity of the moment crashed down on her like a relentless tidal wave, threatening to engulf her. She could no longer contain the fury that simmered within her; it clawed at her chest, making each breath feel labored and strained. Her voice emerged sharp and cutting, filled with both rage and hurt.

He looked up at the narrow window above as the moonlight poured in. Wounded and enraged, every inch of him screamed like a cornered animal, unpredictable and uncontrollable. The more they pushed, the more savage he became. “You’re all about to learn what real strength looks like,” he rasped, each word dripping with the primal force clawing its way to the surface.

Especially when it feels like there is so much negativity on the internet. If you haven't already, please, review Shift. Give it whatever stars you feel is right. I just does help to have that boost and I really would love people to come in and read your experiences and then be able to know that this isn't just all fluff and fuck. :D There is some but you know. ;) I enjoy a good crying session.

was a "Total-Somatic-Merge." As they "Synced," they didn't just "Overload" the system with love; they "Overloaded" it with "Debt." They "Dumped" every "Sorrow," every "Grief," and every "Unpaid-Moment" of the last fifty years into the Vantablack prompt. They "Charged" the "Creditor" for the "Interest" of their "Sovereignty."

stated it. "Do you want to slow down?" Eli asked. "No," I said. "But I'm terrified that if we don't, I'm going to lose the ability to think clearly. That I'm going to be completely overwhelmed by the physical reality of you and I'm not going to be able to maintain control of the situation." "Good," Eli said. "That's the whole point. You surrendering control. You trusting that being overwhelmed is okay." He pulled me toward the couch, and we continued kissing. Not performance. Not strategic. Just... this. Physical need. Emotional connection. The exact opposite of control.