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But Lara did… and it hurt her more than what he did to her three years back. Since she was left alone by Christophe and Francine, she went off to explore after dinner, wandering through beautifully furnished and decorated reception rooms that were lifeless. Lara was delighted to come upon a library and, locating the English section, selected ‘Jane Eyre’, her favorite. She hadn’t read it for several years. But Charlotte Brontë failed her for the very first time. Lara found it impossible to concentrate. Standing up again, she cast the book aside and stepped through the curtains to open the French windows that featured in virtually every room. She walked along the terrace. As Lara passed by ope

Because if I let him talk then he would defiently stop me. Here you go Esha, to unlock another secret beyond his grey eyes. _________________________________________________

But now, with Liam’s flash drive burning a hole in my palm, I finally understood. With a reluctant sigh, I slotted the flash drive into the port. The screen blinked once, twice, then a file popped open automatically. No choice. No options. Just one direction…straight into whatever Liam wanted me to see. The screen loaded, and my stomach twisted. A movie. The bold letters appeared across the screen: Fifty Shades of Grey. My mouth went dry. What the hell? Is this some kind of joke?

We started the conversation with general inquires and reports. Then it goes to the main topics. "So here's the thing. One of my workers betrayed me, he turns out to be a spy working for someone. I could get him to spill out the names but it's either Grey Howl or Lost Eden. He didn't have the Grey Howl's gang tattoo so it's likely to be from Lost Eden. That's actually not the big problem, the big problem is the money that they took. It was 731,413,110,000 billion and not only that, we found a safe with the code exactly 731.413.110.000 as if it was a barcode. I tried to enter it as it was some sort of IP address. I tried to track it but it leads me onto some random dark web that changes every

I know the lady will be getting back to us, I bet she wanted us to grieve before talking about business. Chloe's eyes changed because she finally accepted her destiny. Nathan told me about how a grey werewolf's eyes can change to that of the bright grey moon if they believe in themselves and accept their grey wolves. It's like accepting Jesus as your lord and savior then after that when you die you go to heaven and become an angel.

“Hmmm. Dress I’ve seen on earth.” Scarlet swallowed hard, her fingers nervously clutching the side of her gown. “You sound like a bad line from a cheap romance novel.” Grey smirked. “Then maybe I’ll rewrite it.” Mira was standing behind Scarlet, practically vibrating. “Holy fuck, this is so hot,” she whispered under her breath. Grey took a step closer, his eyes burning holes into Scarlet. Then, without asking, he extended his hand ... long fingers brushing against her arm, sending a spark up her skin. “Come on,” he said, voice like gravel dipped in honey. “What’s education without a little chaos?”

Was I that easy to read? “Mehnn…I love sluts.” That was Cinnamon. “Someone, get the blindfold.” Brown ordered before stroking my face and whispering “I don’t need your hands, your mouth will do. Do you understand?” I nodded. “But don’t worry, I will,” Green added. As if in a trance, I took my gaze to his erection and I couldn’t look away.” It was long and curvy….absolute perfection. I practically drooling until everything went dark….fuck blindfolds.

Then I bend down and gather them. Most are old receipts, expired bills, or random documents—nothing important. Until I notice familiar handwriting. Callie’s. A strange feeling settles deep inside me. I frown and brush off the dust. The note is old. The edges are worn, as if it’s been opened and closed many times. Curiosity gets the better of me, and I open it. My world spins as I read the opening words: *Grey love* Everything inside me becomes still. My hands tighten around the paper.

Trigger Warning: This chapter may include explicit sexual content. Please read at your own risk. Clara Everything felt so cold and blurry. My eyes only saw misty shapes in the room. I felt his powerful body pushing up against me, and I greedily drank in that heat of life and desire. Deanneth pushed my legs apart, and then he pressed his tongue up against my thighs. I wanted him more than anything. I wanted him to extinguish that horrible vamp’s scent and skin from memory, and I wanted him to replace it with his sweat and blood. Anything would do. Even this.

Anaya shakes her head, pushing Jackson's hand away as she reads, his eyes rolling. Expressionless and numb Fake smile is finally gone No more laughter from within Colours fading grey Tongue-tied within a silenced mouth Eyes closed tears spilling out Heart smashing down No visible pain around Yet everything is pulling Quickly pulling me down Falling apart Limbs hardening Cracks beginning to show Hiding in a corner No one should know Hiding in a corner No emotions to show Anaya stares at Jackson. "Leave it kitten, he sure as hell won't be happy your reading whatever it is." Anaya shakes her head.