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Not in a way that has me completely humiliated and painfully aroused. He didn't even let me have an orgasm. I expect him to demand my answer, but he doesn and soon enough, he's snoring. Soft snores that have me questioning my lie and purpose. I wonder if he right while the pizza on the table stares at me. Yeah, I remember now. I was hungry. I stretch my hand despite his weight on me and Nagar to grab the pizza, but unboxing it is such and issue that the minute I finally manage to, it crashed to the ground.

"He’s dragging us back to a version of the story where we’re still Victims!" ​The Gravity of the Anchor ​The Respiration plummeted through a tunnel of "Scrapped Scenes." Nora watched in horror as the viewport showed them flying backward past the Colosseum of Critics, past the Nebula of the Drafts, and straight toward the dark, jagged maw of the Abyssal Anchor.

he’s saying with a huge grin. ​“We are not going to the Mating ball” he crosses he arms over his chest and looks at me with a frown on his face. “What do I have to do to get you to go to this ball???” I think for a minute… I smile at him “you have to do HER training course and get her to invoke that rule everyone keeps talking about.” His face pales and shakes his head. “Ash! Do you want me to die!!” “Then we are not going to this so-called ball, plus there are plenty of she-wolfs here or you can go to your girlfriends house?” I say while laughing at him. He continues to stare at me like I’m the villain in his story. “You know what I will if you will!” he says looking extremely serious. I lo

"Sorry, it's been booked for the whole day," the staff patiently explained the matter to the inquiring visitors beneath the Ferris wheel. Charles took my hand and led me into the gondola. The Ferris wheel began its slow climb. The view soared. The people below shrank to the size of ants. "Do you remember this place?" Out of the blue, he shattered the silence. His usually icy gaze was then unbelievably tender. That was where our lips first met.

She eyed the room, realizing that she was still in her clinic, in her laboratory. “It’s futile to resist, doctor.” She frowned at him, “What do you want from me?” He raised the post-it note, shifting through the small pages. He gazed at it, muttered something under his breath and slid it back in his pocket. He approached her, raising his hand to caress the area near her temple, noting the injury made by the staple.

I couldn't help it, I felt like I was going to puke, my throat was clogged up, I needed to release it. I pushed Ryker with the little energy I had, but it wasn't enough to make him move. He thought I was going to push him hard or something, he held my hands and moved me towards himself. Oh no! Wrong move, Ryker. I heaved and threw up on his black shirt. "Ah shit!" I heard him say as he looked down at his clothes still holding my hands. He looked at me softly. He's not mad? "Wait! You're not mad?" I asked him slowly,my head felt a little better after throwing up.

She grabbed the handle of her closet door and pulled it open, revealing the trapdoor hidden beneath the piles of clothes. Her breath caught in her throat as she descended the creaky wooden ladder into darkness. The musty smell of damp earth filled her nostrils as she landed softly on the ground below. With a sense of urgency, she pushed the trapdoor closed above her, blocking out the dim light from her apartment. In the darkness, Sarah felt her way forward, her fingers brushing against rough stone walls as she navigated the narrow passage. Every sound seemed magnified in the silence, echoing off the walls and sending shivers down her spine.

Jules smiled and gestured me to go. As I walk my thoughts fly again. I also plan to visit mom in the hospital today because I’m sure her surgery is over. I quickly got to the locker room and quickly searched for my number. "2405, 2406, 2407,2408! Gotcha!" I smiled as I opened my locker but stopped suddenly when I saw an envelope in it. My hands shakingly reached for it. I open the letter wide-eyed. Good day Oxians! You are one of a lucky person invited to participate in a FALLING GAME.

Jenefer ignored that feeling, telling herself that she should be enjoying instead of worrying, but by the time they went on their separate ways, that feeling worsened, to the point that it made Jenefer uncomfortable. She was walking along an alleyway towards her house when she doubled over, the feeling that followed was the strangest of all, it felt like all the living daylights were fading off from her as she fell and the ground grew closer and closer. And by the time she was on the ground, she was already a goner. - Camera shutters were heard from left and right as flashes lit up the night. The police were bustling around, trying to keep the onlookers and the journalists at bay and to prev

I voiced out. "And whose fault was that?" she said glaring at me. Your psychotic mind, I mumbled beneath my breath, just then she decided to drop one of her crutches, she tried to make it look like an accident but failed miserably. She's going to be the death of me, mumbled before adding a string of curse words to the statement. I hurried over to her and supported her falling figure by putting my hand around her waist leading her to the nearest table. I ignore how right it felt to place my hand around her waist or how she seemed to fit perfectly in my arms every time I carry her. I went to pick up the fallen crutch and made my way back to her.