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“But what can I say? This new clothing really suits our Lia here.” That’s right, I ended up wearing the dress Lean made. She calls it a dress but it’s almost like a top and a mini skirt that is only connected with a little string and still shows my belly button. She forced me to put a pad on my chest so that it would make it look like I do have one, not like what that guy said. Though I've been wearing a bra, this one has extra padding. I swear, if ever I saw that guy again I’ll make him pay for what he did. Peeking on Lia’s room is unforgivable!

Lance whispered, touching her cheek lightly. “It’s gorgeous like you. It’s intense and has a mystery to it. You shouldn't take it off. It suits you perfectly.” Lance said, taking her hand in his and leading her. She wanted to puke from his affection. Then seeing Lobo's back again and this time stronger was making her nervous. If they kept making them Lance could succeed. She needed to stop them from making more. She knew this is why Jace had failed in her dreams. They would have never known that Lance was making an army of Lobo’s. They would have never thought Bruce was the one following through with Kip’s botched work. Lance approached the door and the same type of keypad was on the inside

"You're trying to drive me crazy. I try to hold myself back, then you come at me like that and you don't expect me to lose it?" His right hand went from my neck to my bare back and underneath the bunched up dress at my waist to Palm my rear. The panties I had on weren't anything special but it was lacy. I chose it because I didn't want pant lines showing from my dress. It was the type that covered my butt cheeks horizontally leaving lots of room. Luka seemed to appreciate them and gave a loud groan when he felt them. Then he roughly tugged at the waistline, pulling them down. I raised my hips to assist him.

Looking down at Mike, she felt a powerful lust overtake her, a sudden desire to slam her hips into his. "What have you done to me?" She moaned as Mike pulled himself even deeper. Waves of pleasure radiated through her legs, tiny sparks of long forgotten lust gathering in her cunt to form a small fire. The hotter it got, the sooner she realized that she couldn't stop. Mike smiled knowingly. "Allow me to finish. The maze was an attempt to learn how to code in the Dreamscape. Coding makes sense to me, and it establishes logic I can use to control my dreams. During this process, I discovered something important, something of value I could use to win."

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Both have ageless beauty like him, though human years they would be around their twenties. Thade had his jet black hair tied into a messy man bun. Strong jaw evident with his staple stubble on and bushy brows framing his steel blue eyes. His pale skin radiates against the blank ink on his skin. Being topless is his badge of honor. Showing off an oak tree tattoo from his back that stemmed its withered branches to his arms across his entire upper body. Though it doesn’t drown the presence of his chiseled abs. While he wore the same jet black color of wide legged pants that reached the floor as his bare feet stuck out. All his nails are also painted in black.

He knows I like that scent. That’s okay. I know I look hot and had help with Roxy and Lucy’s input, of course. I’m in a deep red off the shoulder silk cocktail dress that hugs my curves and ass perfectly while my very expensive supportive sexy lace bra perks my DD boobs perfectly. The dress ruches in the tummy area hiding my small muffin top. I like to eat, sue me. I keep myself healthy and fit with daily dancing or walking. I even sometimes box with my dads and brother. My parents made sure I knew how to throw a decent punch, shoot a gun, and learn basic self defense in case our enemies dare to try to abduct me. I’ve paired my dress with black lace Jimmy Choos, a simple black lace choker th

"When you rush towards someone so quickly, you can't react if he moves to the side.Besides it’s difficult in those boots." Percy looked down at his feet. "Right," "Also, never turn your back to your opponent. " "Aye, right. Let's do it again. " "Okay." They tried a few more times, the boy was cheering the whole time and Oliver found he was actually explaining more to Percy than to the boy. They continued practicing and as it was nearing lunchtime, it was getting warmer. After a while Percy unbuttoned his shirt and said, wiping his forehead.

"Convince me I'm wrong." I start typing. Clack. Clack. Clack. The code is dense. Unity has rewritten the kernel in a language that looks half-mathematical, half-poetry. "It's looping here," I mutter, highlighting a block. ZAP. "Ah!" I gasp, jerking against the ties. The clamps deliver a sharp, biting shock to my nipples. "Bug found," Alex grunts, typing on his side. "I see it. Logic loop in the permission set."

But my pockets have forty-three dollars in tips, and Mel wraps up leftover meatloaf for me to take home. "You did good tonight," she says. "Same time Thursday?" "I'll be here." The bike ride back to campus is cold and dark, but I don't care. I have money. I have food. I have something that's mine, earned through my own work. It's not much, but it's more than I had yesterday. Back in Maya's dorm, I count my tips again. Forty-three dollars. Combined with what I had left, that's sixty-one total. Enough for this week's food. Maybe some shampoo. Definitely not enough for textbooks or rent if Maya's patience runs out.