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But she also felt the pulse of something familiar, something ancient: the bond they had shared, faint but stubborn, refusing to die. “You were wrong,” she said finally, her voice barely above a whisper. “You rejected me when you should have protected me. And now… you expect me to trust you?” “I don’t expect it,” Kael admitted, voice low. “I know I have to earn it. And I will. Not with words, not with apologies—but with actions.” A long silence stretched between them, the valley holding its breath. Then the Moonlight pulsed, silver and soft, brushing against their skin like a silent blessing.

CHAPTER 34 ZIMA'S POV “Now, let’s fix that attitude of yours,” he said suddenly, his tone low but firm. He closed the distance between us, and before I could step back, I found myself pinned between him and the table. His hands, making its way into my thighs. My breath hitched as the air around us grew heavy. “I’m not making deals with Damon about you,” he said, his voice rough, threaded with frustration. “It was a near-death situation, Zee.”

“Jonathan—” “And whose fault is that?” he continued, his fangs scraping against her neck in a way that sent shivers down her spine. “Whose fault is it that I’m starving? That I’m trapped in this disgusting motel room? That everything is falling apart?” “Mine,” Maya admitted, because arguing seemed pointless when he was touching her like this. “Exactly,” Jonathan said, and his fangs scraped against her neck, fingers digging in just hard enough to hurt. “So you owe me that much after failing so completely. Just a little taste to take the edge off. That’s fair, isn’t it?”

“Enter the first world. Please confirm to initiate the spatial transfer.” “Confirm.” In an instant, the dim space exploded with blinding light, forcing Ernesta to squeeze her eyes shut. When she finally opened them, she found herself in a cramped room, or more accurately, a restroom. She was wearing a simple white t-shirt and blue jeans, with a crossbody bag slung over her shoulder, filled with books and some stationery. Ernesta was completely lost, but then 001's robotic voice filled the air, “We're in a novel called 'The Genius Game Designer and Her Foster Father'. You're currently the antagonist and have a tragic ending. Your mission is to change your fate and fulfill the character's wish

He wanted to ravage the man before him, making him weep with ecstasy under his control. After the encounter, Reed leaned over Ethan, their chests heaving with exertion, the sound of their rapid heartbeats filling the air. "I enjoyed your performance," Reed murmured as he licked Ethan's ear, even though Ethan lay on the table, his gaze hardly clear due to the lingering effects of the drug.

When I looked back at her, I felt my last ounce of resistance slip away from me, withering and dying in the gilded light of her fiery gaze. “Shhh,” she cooed. “Do not fret, child.” My knees buckled, and I sank to the floor. Tears streamed down my face. Behind us, the guys hummed and murmured together, rocking excitedly in frantic meditation. The tips of her toes traced along the plush carpeting as she hovered toward me. Moments later, I felt her fingers work their way through my hair. She tilted my head back and our eyes met.

This time the relationship is like a flower that intends to grow but is dead first. For God's sake, Zeline wasn't willing to let Fello go. That man, a nice man and didn't demand much of her. Zeline is determined to fight against her phobia. She can't just sit and mourn a situation like this. She has to do something, MUST!! Zeline stood up, wiped her tears, and as soon as her hand grabbed the doorknob, Fello's face appeared before her. They both stare at each other. ><><><

I look down into his nice hazel eyes, unable to look away. He grabs my hands placing them on his chest, causing me to lean down a little. I can see his lips moving as he tries to explain something to me, but I'm too lost in those hazel eyes to even focus on what he's saying. I stare down into his eyes, causing everything around me to fade. His lips stop moving as he looks up at me with a raised brow. My eyes move down to his lips. Unable to stop myself, I lean down kissing him.

My company let employees clock paid hours while petting the office cats, take unlimited vacation, and skip the time clock altogether. For a while, people called us a dream company. Then one of my employees posted online and accused the whole thing of being a kindness trap. He filmed the office as if it were paradise, but the caption told a different story: [Don't envy us. All of this was bought with our low pay and our youth.] The post went viral, and overnight, I became the fake-nice boss who bled his employees dry behind a mask of small kindnesses. The entire internet told my employees to run. Fine. I let them. I rolled out a new policy. Effective immediately, every flexible benefit

Mere watching at her features right now, I can't control myself. She opened her eyes and our gazes locked, her gray eyes were so beautiful. Keira was already turning red again under my intense stare. A woman who couldn't even control herself around me said I meant nothing to her. I mean the palpable tension was so obvious between us. I'm so done with her lies, I want to kiss her, I want to have every bit of her. I want to hold her tightly and I'm done holding myself back. I grabbed Keira’s reddened cheeks and before she could say anything, I muttered “forgive me, Bambi” And sealed our lips into a sweet kiss.