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Five days after I saved my girlfriend from an unhinged, violent patient, the wound on my arm tore open and got infected again. I wanted her to drive me to the hospital, but she spared me a glance before refusing, citing the need to avoid her being seen treating family. Left with no choice, I took a cab to the hospital by myself. Dizzy and weak from a burning fever, I lost my footing and tumbled down the stairs, injuring my foot in the fall. At that exact moment, my supposedly busy girlfriend, Stella Sloan, was gently supporting her young male intern and passing right by me to cut in line for emergency treatment. A nearby nurse quickly tried to smooth things over for her. “Dr. Sloan takes

I agreed to leave the firm with Adrian Cross, my childhood friend, after he claimed he was being bullied out of his job. But the day before we were supposed to resign, he changed his mind for Mia Foster, a new intern. One of his colleagues laughed. “Impressive. You pretended to be bullied at work for months just to trick Evelyn into leaving.” “But you two grew up together. You’re really going to send her to a new firm alone?” Adrian rolled the bourbon around his glass. “She’ll still be working in the same city. How far away can she possibly go?” “Besides, isn’t she always saying she’s independent and the department can’t function without her? This works out perfectly.” I stood outside the o

I pecked at the roast, which to me tasted like ash, and continued to run those files in my head. Then I overheard it—a high whisper to an elder, his voice so faint and muffled it was nearly inaudible over the clink of glass. “Gideon’s a loose end. Needs handling.” Dad said. My stomach turned. Elara had been right—Dad was tied up in this, somewhere in the middle of it. I clutched my fork, my knuckles white, wishing I’d heard wrong. But his quick smile as he looked me in the eye was chilling. He knew I was watching.

I clutched my hands on my lap as they became sweaty, especially now that he was towering over me; how had I never noticed how big he was? How he dominated every space, quietly waiting, knowing I would obey. I steeled my confidence, raising my fingers till they rested on his groin. I zipped him down, tugging at the waistline of his suit pant. "Just one more to go, honey," he urged as I stared at his boxer shorts."Come on, be a bitch" He sighed when I brought the last hurdle down, springing free from his cage right on my face so that to see his full length, I had to pull back.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐧 𝐎𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞

I pushed myself forward and placed my feet inside the one where my left hand currently was, then placed my right hand in the space I had seen next to it; moving my left hand to another grass steeple. I continued moving, finding holes, placing my hands and feet, then leaping and moving higher, getting closer and closer to the cliff edge. I counted the process as I moved. One for a hand, Two for another, Three for a leg, and four for a leap. I tried to keep my mind occupied as I tried not to think of falling, or the heavy wind blowing that dangerously facilitated it. I moved while breathing heavily, from one space to another, clipping on to the edge of this sudden mountain like a gecko that ha

I pushed him away, saying, "Leave, Zachary. I don't want to see you. Stop disrupting my work here." However, he caught my hand and said, "Come back with me, Claire. We can start over. You don't have to keep doing this dangerous, filthy work. As long as you say yes, you can go back to being the wealthy and respected Mrs. Gardner, living a life of pure luxury." Before I could respond, a mocking voice rang out from the distance. "Dangerous and filthy work, is it? I guess this ex of yours doesn't understand you at all."

"Your legs are lead? That's fantastic," Rangga muttered, his hands hovering frantically over his glowing abdomen as a sharp, rhythmic thump echoed from his skin like a heavy bass drum beating inside a hollow log. "Just great. I survived three corporate layoffs and a psychotic boss only to become a walking tectonic sensor for a cursed mountain."

“Just say the words.” “Yes.” I said, barely breathing the words. “Go harder.” I tightened my legs around his waist as he continued to thrust in and out of me. As if it was my only hoping of staying alive, I squeezed the bedsheet even harder, trying not to run out of breath. Before I could register what was going on, he turned me over, and made me stand on all fours, then he continued to bang me hard. My nipples became so hard, it felt like they were going to fall off.

George stormed forwards and sent wave after wave of true energy rushing Harold's way. Harold knew that he was no match for George at all and thus did not attempt to counter his attack. Instead, he focused on defense, darting left and right to evade George's attack. However, George already attained the Intermediate Overlord State and was far more powerful than Harold was, and even though he managed to dodge George's attacks with this tactic, he inevitably fell victim to several of George's powerful strikes.