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I am not a monster, I am not a monster, I might be a slutty traitor, but I am not a monster. On the way to Mr. Ross' surprisingly cool apartment. Rene told me that Mr. Ross has been doing research about werewolves and vampires and he found a lot of things. He wanted to call Rene to tell her but he wasn't sure so he decided to do more research to be positive about what he found. Now he's sure, he's confident this time.

Ace mumbled making me giggle. shaking my head at him I walk towards his room. "what movie do you have in mind?" I asked him softly "I don't know just pick anything I don't mind." Ace replied before walking towards his bed. nodding my head, I scrolled through N*****x before stopping at Warrior Nun. "is this ok?" I asked before looking at Ace. only to find him shirtless, his head titled up as he tried catching his breath. "Ace?, is everything ok?" I asked softly walking towards him.

I changed into a sweater top and sweat pants. I ate at the kitchen island, fork moving mechanically, mind still in that room. After, I carried my phone to the living-room couch, curled into the corner, legs tucked under me. I opened the camera roll. Those quick, guilty snaps from the cabinet stared back at me. Hesitantly, I opened the browser. Results loaded instantly of B.utt plugs, d*ldos, vibrators and Anall beads. Lube in different viscosities and flavors. I scrolled faster, eyes widening and gasps growing on every result.

I would drink from the sink, but his drain was having issues, and the plumber wouldn’t be here until later in the afternoon. Maybe I should just drink orange juice instead…I’m so thirsty. But all I could see were bottles of expensive wine and beer. I began ransacking the fridge until my eyes fell on what seemed to be milk containers. I opened it, and the smell was a little weird, and it didn’t look like regular milk. Rich people and their weird health fads. Maybe it was some artisanal goat milk that he forgot at the back of his fridge. I wasn’t about to let it stink up his perfect kitchen, so I pulled all three out and poured them down the sink.

“I’ll bet you’re absolutely yummy.” As I say those words, a bead of white appears at his tip, beckoning to me. “Yes, Rina,” Richey growls. “Put your tongue on the pearl and take a sip of my seed.” With a small cry, I slip off my chair and kneel before him on the linoleum floor. Then bending my head forward, I reach my tongue out to sample his semen. Mmm, he’s salty and musky and absolutely, one hundred percent male. I can’t get enough.

I didn’t want to go, X-rays meant records but June insisted as I didn’t have my wolf yet so my healing was still slow. Two hours later she is stood in front of me in an examination room with Dr Woods, the only doctor in the whole place I trust as much as June. Dr Woods looks just as pissed as June. “Nova, you have a fractured rib, a broken nose and a crack on your cheekbone” he stated matter of factly trying to keep his anger under control.

"Not of sex. Of the vulnerability it requires. Of being completely exposed to you when there's no structure to hide behind." "That's the whole point," Eli said. He was naked, unselfconscious, completely comfortable in his own skin in a way I still envied. "The vulnerability is what makes it real. That's what makes this matter." He came to me and took my face in his hands. "I love you," he said. "All of you. The scared parts and the controlled parts and the desperate parts. I'm choosing all of it." "I love you too," I said. "And I'm choosing to stop calculating how much of myself I can afford to risk."

"Fuck off!" While Amanda is on the Libra side, Alex is a Cancer ♋. He is quite emotional and always looking for true love, Alex is very caring and can also be quiet naive. He loves cuddles, but also love his own personal space, though Alex lacked a little bit of confidence, this was why it took him years to get close to Martins and Stacey. He never really approached Ross to ask for a promotion, but it all ended well, because he was still given the promotion.

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Its leave-less branches is bent in a way that provides some kind of shade on a big hole in the ground. I squint my eyes to help clear my vision and move slowly towards the hole and that's when I see it too. ********************************