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The subdued lighting and sleek, subtle architecture combined to create a sense of purposeful luxury. Damien Blackwood stood before the floor-to-ceiling views, looking like a melancholy literary figure. Draped in a graphite robe that highlighted his well-defined, gym-toned figure, the contours of his naked chest could be seen through the sumptuous fabric. As she walked in, he turned with predatory elegance, his eyes sparkling like a panther's as they swept over her. "Ms. Wakefield," he purred, and she realized with surprise that his voice might easily be bottled and sold as an aphrodisiac. "What an unexpected pleasure."

The doctor approached with a grave look and said, "Your vitals are all normal, but your roommate's video says you were on fire? However, we found no damage to your organs. I think you should probably see a therapist." I was at a loss for words, gripping the sheets tightly in my hand.

Lena hardly found anyone attractive and even worse, hasn't had sex in like forever, literally. As soon as she turned her body, she came in contact with another body. "Oh my God, I'm sorry." She said looking and backing up to get a look the person she'd collided into. "No, it's nothing. Hey" She blacked out for a second. It was the guy she kept staring at and whom who apparently could not take his eyes off her either. He was wearing a white shirt that had a loose buttons at the top and was tucked in to his pants. In his hands, was his suit

Bailey: The infected seeing the blood from Rebecca's hand drives them even crazier and they start to shake the whole helicopter. As they shake it, they tip it over, and before I can do anything, I slide off. "Crap," I yell, barely managing to hold on. One hand grabbing onto the other, I keep both of them wrapped around the helicopter's tail. Struggling to keep from falling, I look at Rebecca, Tristan, and even Chuck. Rebecca and Drifter are also hanging, trying their best not to fall.

He continued to pull me further away from the hospital until we found a small park just close by. There was a blanket spread out over the grass under a huge tree with a bag on it. "Surprise," he said, "I know it's not much but I can't exactly take you anywhere far from the hospital considering your condition," he said sheepishly as we both sat down. "It's still perfect," I answered. "I really missed the Sun," I smiled. "Anything is seriously better than being stuck in that hospital room." Nick chuckled, "I thought you'd say something like that. Hence I made it even perfect by getting you this," he said and removed the whole Fallen boxset from the bag.

Thankfully, she wasn't an Ivacy High student. "Omar! " I whisper yelled. He lifted his index finger in a 'one-moment' gesture, then braced his hands on his knees, and proceeded to empty the remaining contents of his stomach on the floor, earning more glares from people. What was the possibility of the ground opening up and swallowing me right now? I wanted to walk away, but at the same time, I couldn't leave him. I couldn't even if I wanted to and definitely not like this.

I listened intently to Gage as he tried to acquaint me with everything that he thought I needed to know about this post-apocalyptic world and the group of humans that he’d managed to endure with after the numerous nuclear explosions. At any rate, my eyelids kept drooping shut for longer periods of time as he went on, and it got to the point where I couldn’t pull them back open. I nodded off somewhere in the middle of his monologue, knowing I wouldn’t remember half of what he’d said tomorrow. My dream took on a lifelike quality as I felt hot lips press against the tender spot behind my ear, and I swore I could feel teeth nibbling on my earlobe a second later.

The new intern had a habit of calling my husband "Daddy." "Daddy, I am having the worst luck today. Could you please go buy me some feminine products?" "Daddy, I cannot get the zipper on my dress unstuck. Can you help me?" "Daddy, why do you not have my hair tie around your wrist? I think you deserve a punishment. Wear two. Pink ones, okay?" I frowned as irritation simmered beneath the surface. My husband waved it off with a casual smile. "She is just being playful. Do not take it seriously. She is young and enjoying the novelty. She will get over it soon enough." I said nothing. I waited until the night of the company’s annual gala. She suddenly stumbled in front of everyone and fe

She whispered, shaking her head in disbelief. She had known, but seeing it—seeing them was something else entirely. It was worse. It was unbearable. The world around her blurred. Her knees buckled. Her vision darkened. And then— She collapsed. The sound of Lily collapsing jolted Ethan and Alex out of their kiss. They turned toward the doorway and froze. Lily lay there, unconscious. Their eyes widened in shock. Panic surged between them. Ethan scrambled off Alex's lap, and they both rushed to her side.

The "Chronological-Borehole" didn't collapse with a bang; it dissolved into the sound of Rain on Asphalt. Avery Vane-Thorne opened her eyes and felt something she hadn't felt in fifty years: Weight. Not the "Basalt-Weight" of the Earth's core or the "Gold-Weight" of the Vanguard, but the simple, heavy pull of a 2024 gravity on a 2024 body. She was standing on a balcony in Geneva, the air smelling of ozone and expensive coffee instead of "Amethyst-Spores."