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Every step made his anxiety worse and his mind kept on replaying several scenes from the manhwa. The one which refused to fade was the scene with Caspian mocking Diago Veydrake while he just watched on silently without doing anything to stop him. And the humiliation, hatred and obsession that followed years later. “I just need to survive,” Krystal whispered underneath his breath. Soon, the maid stopped before a pair of massive golden doors. “The Veydrake family is inside.” Krystal’s throat went dry and he swallowed hard. But before he could lose his courage, the doors slowly opened.

My head snaps to the side and I stumble back, cheek burning. The room goes dead quiet for one second. Then it explodes. “You ungrateful little shit,” my father growls. His face turns red. “After everything I gave you? After I arranged this match with Tyler to secure your place in the pack?” I touch my cheek and laugh once, sharp and greatly annoyed now. “Arranged? You mean you pimped me out while you were busy screwing my fiancé behind my back. Real father of the year stuff, Marcus.” Tyler pushes off the wall, blood trickling down his temple. He looks pissed but there’s something smug underneath it. “Claire, calm down. You’re making a scene. This is why you need me. You always overreact.”

“You surprised I’m not just the arrogant asshole you thought?” “Very surprised,” I said. “Doesn’t match the guy who tripped me on camera and smiled about it.” He smiled faintly at me. “Maybe you don’t know me at all yet.” My phone buzzed. I slipped into the hallway while producers adjusted lights. LensCrusher: I moved into the mansion. They’re forcing us to share one suite. Cameras follow every single move. We argued in the kitchen but he made me eggs. Then I saw him quietly help an injured teammate and take the blame. This is messing with my head.

Wishing to carry her away with him, Cazer hugged her to his chest once more as both crashed against each other in the waves of their rapture. His mind hazy from their love making and delirious from the pills he had taken, Cazer recalled little beyond this point. Disappointed to discover that Chiri had already departed by the time he had awoken the next morning. The encounter seemed almost like a dream, that might be too good to be true as he laid amongst the empty sheet and shards of glass on the floor. Cazer, almost believing this to be the case, his anguish was partially relieved by the presence of a little red gem that had been placed in the sheet beside him. Picking it up the cracked and

"Yeah, yeah...21...22… who cares?" "You are still missing the whole point!" Creed was now a bit agitated. "I don't know what kind of image you have of me, but there's no way I can agree to this! We both live in a different world! We have no compatibility whatsoever!" "Compatibility my foot! Don't make assumptions, you don't know that yet. Nevertheless, I have a crush on you and there is not I can do about it. Just deal with it" 'The fuck is wrong with this bitch!' Creed mumbled in silent agony, 'Can she not hear the words coming from her own mouth?'

Crystal looked at him in shock On one hand is her best friend who she had spend most of her life with while the other hand is the man she fell for With heavy heart she responded ‘ I promise you’. She took him into his room and started dressing his wound. It looks like he was stabbed twice She hated Damien for doing this!. Why ?? Just for her to move in with him? How could he be so heartless? Does he think she will move in by attacking her best friend?? ‘ I’m sorry bestie, it’s all my fault. Get some rest we will talk tomorrow’. Crystal pecked him on the forehead and left Just immediately a black smoke appears slowly turning into a human And laugh evilly

Steel's POV The night went on smoothly, as I already knew it would. Cracker easily got along with everyone there – well, most of them anyway… Prez still didn’t like that we didn’t know who her brother was, and was glaring at her all night. Ashly kept making stupid comments, that Cracker only threw back in her face and Knives – annoying little fucker! – kept flirting with her! But that was just to piss me off, so I’d fight him.

“I find it funny that the two of you talk so tough when you are in no position to do so. If I do not get word to the man on the other side of that screen by the designated time, he will begin removing pieces of your friend. He’ll start by taking his toes, one by one, before moving his way upward.” “I don’t know anything about a book,” Cutter said defiantly. “And I say you’re lying. You have twenty-four hours to bring it to me or Warthog is dead, and you can look forward to finding pieces of him in your mailbox throughout the year.” “It’s the gift that keeps on giving,” Crush said, smirking. I went to hand him back the tablet but dropped it on the ground just before it reached his oversized h

Because we had grown up together and were way too used to each other, he treated me with an overfamiliar intimacy that had absolutely no boundaries. We could share the same hoodie and drink from the same cup of bubble tea. He finished my leftovers, too. He would even help me wash my underwear. These were things only couples in a serious relationship would normally do, but I knew he only saw me as his female best friend. It wasn't that he was incapable in that department, or that he swung the other way. It was just that, when he was little, he'd caught his mother in bed with another man. The trauma had carved a deep, permanent scar in him, so he despised any woman who wanted to fall into bed

Camellia called as she chased Crish into the parking lot. “Crish, I beg you, where are you who used to love me? Where’s Chris?” Camellia grabbed Crish’s hand which was about to enter the car, but Crish brushed it off roughly. “No, I don’t love you anymore. I Will start a new life, so don’t bother me,” Crish said one last time before he got into the car and hit the gas at high speed. “Crish… What did I do to you? Crish ....” Camellia was still trying to chase the impossible car she was chasing, until she finally sat down on the hard asphalt of the road, but not as hard as her destiny.