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Damian explained as he looked at his colleagues, then his gaze turned to Nadlyn. At that moment, Nadlyn walked hesitantly towards Rachel. She was about to part company with the elf prince. She could no longer hide behind Arthur's back. She had to accept what would happen in the future. "Come, Nadlyn. You can bring me these clothes." Rachel deliberately handed her bag to Nadlyn, so much so that the woman almost fell over. "I can help you first," Arthur said as he grabbed Rachel's bag from Nadlyn's hand. This was certainly not lost on the Drakela people. Damian felt that this was attracting too much attention, so he decided to take Rachel's bag.

After this bloodbath the fog began to cover up most of what the eyes could see, and luckily for the 'suckers' it became denser as the hours passed, allowing them to travel in the form of bats through the alleys and streets darkened by the density during the day, and only stopped when they reached their destination. London, England 1621 Many years had passed since Rachel had created her first army of suckers back in France, but now they were in good old rainy England, and everything had changed since then. Raquel was wearing a long red satin dress, the color that had become her favorite-imagine why?-and the opening in the back was barely noticeable since her voluminous black hair reached belo

Leo reached for me with his hands, his own eyes flashing Scarlett rushed in from a corner. “They cannot hide much longer!” She yelled, her voice shaking. “Those pups are too strong. I hope rogues will not find them out any time soon Then… as if Scarlett’s words called the devil, I smelled danger before I saw the harbinger. Cassandra. She walked in without knocking, feeling proud as usual, her dress looking too fancy for the ‘dirty Omega quarters’ I was. Her sharp eyes were flipping around the room until they stopped on the cribs.

Of course, she had already thought of dozens of questions and dares, it was just a matter of picking the right one. "Okay, truth. Have you girls ever played with your asshole while you were masturbating or instead of masturbating or whatever?" she said. Rachael liked how kinky this was getting but she wanted to make it more so. The other girls looked at each other and blushed. They didn't want to answer. "I think you should go first," Lyda said to Rachael. "No way, I came up with the dare, you go first," Rachael said to her, giving her a look that said she wasn't joking about it.

CHAPTER THREE RACHEL’S POV “What, Rachel? Are you serious?” Cecilia asked for the 100th time. Cecilia, my best friend, had grown up with me. A striking model and influential social media figure, She was also the ambassador for my jewelry line. With her long, flowing ebony hair, piercing blue eyes, and model-like figure, she had seen the news and rushed over to my house to confirm if it was just a rumor or fake. I assured her I was aware and fully supportive of it.

Rachel replied, "Actually I've already saved it. I accidentally sent the wrong one, that's why I didn't send the following sticker." "Oh, that's why. I was wondering why you sent this to me," Cyrus said. Rachel continued, "Are you still not convinced that she looks like Natasha? I was the one who put makeup on Arie, and I feel she looks like her" In response, Cyrus sent her a sticker that said, "If you're happy then okay."

Her best friend Rachel had been there through all of it. Rachel was thirty-three now, and she was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. Not in the obvious, flashy way that turned heads at bars, but in a soft, radiant, heart-stopping way. She had warm hazel eyes that crinkled when she laughed, full lips that always seemed to be hiding a secret smile, and curves that made my chest tighten every time she walked into a room. Her dark hair fell in loose waves past her shoulders, and she had this gentle, caring energy that made everyone around her feel safe. She was sexy without trying, cute without meaning to be, and completely unaware of how badly I wanted her.

"While we were busting our asses to get her back, Rachel couldn't take her eyes off the impressive package between Jared's legs. Next thing we know, they were getting hot and heavy in some damn room. And even after Rachel was freed, she refused to go back home. She was so obsessed with Jared's cóck so we figured we could use that to our advantage for the organization." "Which organization?" I inquired. "An organization dedicated to reform Zenith Incorporation." W...what's the catch with Rachel?" I sputtered. Denzel chuckled, letting out a sly grin. "Since Rachel can't get enough of Jared's... um, manhood, she's got a little price to pay before it's all hers for keeps if you catch my drift,"

"Maya…" She pointed straight ahead. "Argh!!" Yandel screamed. The headlights of the Rachel's car casted its highlights on her, highlighting her cheek bones and red lipstick giving her a look like maleficent. Her hair was held back in a tight pony which helped to highlight her facial features even more. "Why does she look like Maleficent when we just crossed her territory," Rachel whispered to Yandel. "She looks fucking scary," Yandel said, locking his side of the door.

Layla's genuine concern for Elias contrasted starkly with her treatment of Rachel. Ellie, on the verge of tears, pleaded, "Rachel, how could you do this? Do you know how happy Elias and I were when we found out we had a sister? You've indeed suffered all these years, but Mom had her reasons! Can't you just treat us nicer, considering we share the same mom?" Ellie portrayed the image of a damsel in distress, feigning innocence and a sense of being wronged. She was almost on the brink of tears. Although not the brightest, she displayed strong feelings of jealousy and infatuation with handsome men.