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Agreement I, Abstract Prowess Wrightwood agree that Wolframite Woorin-Aysel Amative will take care of me while I'm in progress of healing. I, Wolframite Woorin-Aysel Amative will take care of Abstract Prowess Wrightwood and won't hurt her family and friends while she's still on my care. RULES: 1. Abstract can still contract her family and friends so they won't get worried but only through calls and when Wolframite is around. 2. Wolframite won't invade Abstract's privacy (aside from using cellular phone) 3. Wolframite won't hurt anyone under Abstract's protection or else he will receive a punishment that only Abstract knew.

Van's late tackle took The Slam down a player and the Timberwolves had used his sin bin time to their advantage. Joel slapped his brother on the back. I think to calm him down. Van was the impulsive one and the chick magnet. Like I would ever forget that. The Slam gained control of the ball on the scrum and began attacking the goal. Three perfect passes later, Van was tackled. Elf scooped up the ball, tossed it back to Joel and Joel tossed it to Quibly, who returned it to Van. He dove onto the try line and I was on my feet. Quibly's following kick was good and it was a tie match with two minutes of play left. Everyone remained standing as the excitement swelled around me.

I wondered how fast I could disembowel him. I slashed at his stomach. His guts spilled in a beautiful display, and the crowd broke out into rage and disgust. By the deity, it was a massive amount of energy. I turned the auctioneer towards the crowd, letting them see what was coming for them all. In one swift movement, I removed his head, and his body slumped to the ground. I couldn’t stop the growing cheshire smile on my face. “Behold what awaits you all!” A scream ripped through the back of the crowd. As I was about to leap from the stage, darkness consumed everything.

"Shut up, Rookie. I have to hit that aisle once a month, remember? Look just to the right of those items, and you'll see the tampons." My eyes widen. "There are a lot of boxes." "I know. You're looking for a pink box. It has a giant P on it…" "Got it!" I grab the box feeling victorious and read it off to her. "Playtex Sport, Regular size, plastic applicator… Babe… are you sure this is what you want?" "Nicely done," she praises. "That's exactly it. Toss that puppy in the cart." "Tiff, are these the inside ones or outside ones?"

A vision hit me in the chest and nearly knocked me to the ground. The changelings were here, and they stopped for a rest. David was with them and he was hurt. They tied his hands together with barbed wire, led him on a barbed wire leash with a barbed wire choker collar like he was some kind of wild animal. Blood was dripping from his hands and neck where the wire prongs on the barbed part of the wire rope had stabbed him.

That is how I focus that is how I have survived one bloody battle after another. Tilk moves and time seems to slow down. He is charging me just like I knew he would. He swings and I dodge as if he was moving like an elder. He spins and goes to attack again, but I easily dodge out of the way. Tilk loses his footing this time and I pounce. I jab him right in the throat. I kick out his left knee as he gags and he falls to his right knee. Then I elbow the top of his head once and Tilk falls back unconscious. Time instantly returns to normal and my narrowed focus expands out once more. The crowd erupts into a frenzy and I know my time is one of the best so far.

I say "I did not choose the life of a rogue" "You didn't?" "No, I was banished" All of a sudden I'm on edge, wondering what she was banished for, she smiled before continueing "No, I didnt murder anyone, I found my mate, he was deemed the lowest of the low" she said smiling at Ed "Ed is a rogue, so rather then except him they banished you" Carol nods and I can see the pain in her eyes "Do you like being a rogue?" "I love being with Ed but I miss the fulfillment of being in a pack"

"There's a difference. Pushing is aggressive. Not being present is just... abandonment dressed up as respect." "I don't know how to do this," I said. "Just move," Eli said. "Just let your hand touch mine. It's not a decision that needs strategy. It's just proximity. It's just connection." I turned my hand, and our fingers made contact on the counter. Not hands held. Just fingertips touching. Just that small acknowledgment of physical presence. The moment stretched. "I'm sorry," I said. "I know," Eli said. "But sorry isn't enough anymore. You need to show me that you're actually choosing this."

After a few moments the pain was replaced with pure pleasure. “Think I’m okay now you can keep going.” I huffed out a moan as I said it Taking my permission he slid in all the way slowly allowing me to adjust to him before pulling out again. Each slow thrust he made drove me crazy! The pain mixed with pleasure was overwhelming “ please” I pouted “What was that?” He said