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I'm so tired i forget to switch of the sound of my phone so suddenly i hear the vibration and i pick it up only to find a message from an unknown number and I frown who it can be. But my curiosity wins and i open the message only to read the following: "Dear Sarah, how was your night? I hope you've slept well, i know I have, especially after the devine taste of your lips!:) I hope you and Liam are okay? Because when he came home he was furious with me and you...I'm sorry that I've put you in that position! I thought i was really helping him by watching us but it seems like i didn't think again but just do, what i have often done before....so sorry for all that and i hope we can still be frie

Jake Pov Today's a beautiful day, the birds are singing beautifully and the trees and the flowers are looking fresh and beautiful.... Today I have an important mission, I am bent on making Jenny forget about her worries inculding Dave problems,and Jean and Alice singing and dancing school which they started a week after my parents returned,are you surprised? I know she didn't tell you, she's so forgetful but she never forgets anything to do with her cat. I don't know if it has her in a trance or something bebecause I would love to try it.

“You’re not mad that one of them captioned her repost my future husband?” I froze mid-sentence, the words catching like a hiccup. “She wrote what?” Piper grinned wickedly, wiggling her phone in front of me again. “Want to see?” “No.” I slapped the phone out of view. “I said don’t show me anything else about him.” Piper gave me that very sinister judgemental look. “You’re enjoying this,” I accused. “Of course I am.” Piper stretched out luxuriously, scrolling again. “I live for drama that isn’t mine. And this is golden. Lucas Bristo drowning in fangirls while Hannah Black sits here pretending she doesn’t care.”

No, five. He slammed his laptop shut and leaned back against the pillows, fingers pressed to his temple like he could squeeze the thoughts out of his head. This was insane. He was spiraling. MidnightViper couldn’t be Julian. There was no way someone like Carter—golden boy, team sweetheart, hockey’s favorite PR angel—would moonlight as a faceless OnlyFans creator who whispered confessions into the camera like he was peeling his soul open. Except… what if he was? **

Ever since the incident went viral, fictional stories written by fans appeared in rapid succession. "Please write one where they're both high school students! Since you can write well, please write as much as you can!" "The exams are over now. When are you going to do a live stream, Madam? Will you feature Mr. Fordham as well? If the two of you appear together, I'm really going to send you a gift this time!" "This is more entertaining than romance novels. Those who called Madam a vixen are all soggy-ass cucumbers!"

That caught his attention for sure. Sharon was one of the weird people too. She loved anything that had something to do with BL fanfiction. Liam had previously learned what that was from a conversation they had when Sharon was doing her daily life snooping. To say she was excited when she found out Liam was gay would be an understatement. She always exaggerates everything, but who was he to judge? “There’s this nightclub called Blood Bank. I heard there were vampires there. It's where kinky things go down.” Becky looked at Sharon questionly. “Yeah right, that's just a rumor.”

"No, I do not want to know. Will it make a difference?" "Not in the slightest, but some days I feel we have too much estrogen in our clan." Nicolas's devilish grin let her know he teased but her sharp nails extended and caused small wounds in his naked thigh. "Okay, not enough estrogen must be the problem." His playful words did the trick and the sound of her telepathic laughter was music to his ears. Both their heads turned at the sound of someone knocking on the front door. Zenya looked at her mate. "Are we expecting anyone?"

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I tug my breeches up loosely, not bothering to lace them, and let my head fall back, staring at the flickering shadows from the dying fire. My mind drifts to how far I’ve come, or fallen, into this isekai mess. “Okay, brain, recap time,” I murmur to myself, voice barely above a whisper. It’s a habit from my old life, talking through fan theories alone in my apartment. “In Thorns of Desire, Cillian’s supposed to be this untouchable scholar, topping everyone in his path, building his harem without a hitch. But me? I bottomed for Ardyn on day one, topped them both awkwardly, and now we’re in a threesome competition? Plot’s derailed big time.” I chuckle softly, running a hand through Cillian’s b

The smell hit me hard, and my clumsy attempts to chug it simply made me choke and cough violently. Once I was tipsy, I started to type furiously on my phone. However, I ended up deleting everything. Suddenly, a lean figure appeared at the door. It was a man with a gentle look. When Mandy caught sight of her boyfriend, her expression instantly fell. "I can explain… Would you believe me if I said I came here to gather research for my fanfiction?" In response, the man came over and dragged Mandy away. "Mandy, if you want to write your fanfiction, you can use my body for research. Do I not have enough material for you? How about we work harder when we get home, hmm?"