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After all, I was just meant to be a one-night stand. "The proprietor of the picture studio we hired, Gabriella Parker." After introducing me, the manager grinned broadly and looked at him. Javier, on the other hand, seemed unimpressed. "I'll take five," I replied as I walked to the restroom. It was necessary for me to weep it all out. The man who had abandoned me and wrecked my life was standing right in front of me, and I had to act OK. The jerk even feigned he didn't know who I was. I wanted to let it all out. I dashed to the toilet and sobbed until I was brave enough to face my darkest dread. I returned to my seat and sat down.

Pop! The cork flew toward the ceiling. Marcus grinned and poured champagne generously into Alita’s glass. “This deserves a celebration that lasts until sunrise!” Marcus shouted. “Drink up, Alita. You earned every drop of this.” “I should probably slow down,” Alita whispered, though a smile tugged at her lips. “Nonsense!” Marcus laughed. “Tonight, the rules don’t apply to you. Drink!” The room erupted into laughter. Alita raised her glass. “To new beginnings.”

There’s no way they could no that? I text back a thank you and step into the shower to prepare for tonight. I’m going clubbing for my birthday. Something feels different tonight. I look online at the available nightlife. I feel drawn to one called “Apex” it looked like and electric vibe and a fun place to dance. I called an Uber to take me there after I had dressed in glittery red mini dress. It felt odd on me. I had not worn something so short in several years but, I wanted to be different and have fun. I paired them with some black stilettos and some gold jewelry. I looked at myself in the mirror. I looked like a slut but, I know this is what the “It” girls would wear to something like thi

‘Ugh, why am I the only one aware they’re showing off? At the quiet end of a long night, a chill lightly bit at the skin. While most people had already slipped into the warm embrace of dreams beneath their blankets, only the night shift workers still wrestled with time—chasing their dreams and making their livelihood. Ah, everyone works hard in their own way in this life. And in one building—though quiet and still—the lights burned bright. Lamps illuminated every corner. Large paintings and the building’s name stood out under the glow. A gallery bearing the Alexander Group’s logo proudly at its peak.

The Night-Blooming Garden was the most beautiful and popular place in the Cloud City. More than a garden, it would be more appropriate to describe it as a forest, but as it was located in the heart of the city and a long road crossed it, many would go there, especially at night, when the most beautiful flowers would open with the beginning of each season.

She expected him to move, but he stayed firm on his feet, looking at the red satin draped canvas. “I made all these,” He said, his eyes briefly going around the room, referencing the paintings. Eira received no warning before his hand reached up and gracefully pulled the cloth down. She knew it was going to happen at any moment now. The dream would end and she would wake, never finding what lay behind the cover. But her feet were still stuck to the ground. No, things faded in or out of the picture. It was still there. And when she raised her eyes, she finally saw her…

Dark of Night Copyright 2019 Emily Goodwin Chapter One “What do you see when you look at this one?” The doctor holds up a card, showcasing an ink splotch that’s twisted and creepy, with eyes that follow you no matter where you go. I look at it, heart hammering away inside my chest. The mess of ink on the white paper reminds me of the monster that lurks in Nana and Papa’s basement, the one that tried to get Abby and Scott to go downstairs with it.

Tabitha's POV Upon hearing Noah's words, I followed his gaze and looked over. When I saw the painting hanging on the wall, I was stunned. Noah's excited voice still echoed in my ears: "Tabitha, do you know who painted this? The painter must have a broad vision and a beautiful mind." I looked at the painting, which presented a profound forest night scene with a full moon hanging in the night sky. The silver moonlight poured down, penetrating through layers of overlapping leaves, bringing a touch of mysterious brightness to the dark forest.

Dave juxtaposed the picture next to me rubbing his hug meat with my painted nails. I looked my hand and saw the painted nails going up and down and I began falling into the fantasy. It helped that my hands were already kind of girly, not like Dave's thick man fingers. Dave's cock was so hard and manly and that picture of Nicole was so slutty. It was making me so horny. When my other hand was finished having the nails painted I eagerly began to rub Dave's cock with both hands.

"Shit!" The wood cracked, scattering old papers and rolled canvases. I gasped, dropping to my knees to gather the contents. Old paintbrushes and a wooden palette. Gabe picked up the painting next to me, unrolling it to give it a look. I dropped the papers back into the drawer, carefully filing through them. Looking for another entry. Ah. Here we go. I found an old piece of parchment, rippled around the edges like it was torn from the source. "November 3rd, 1622,