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Miranda didn’t expect that she’s this known to young adults, especially to the ones attending a strict boarding school. “I read your book Falling to the Depths, when will you release the fifth part? I couldn’t get over the last book!” Miranda hid the sadness in her smile. She too, couldn't get over it. “Most of you love my work, thank you,” Miranda appreciated the students. Miranda looked at the class in front of her and smiled sweetly, "And how even the most powerful person could feel powerless in front of the person they love."

Babysitter 2 I inhaled sharply. What should I do? Fuuuuckkk! Keep thinking Kira! 𝘋𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘴. I thought to myself. Relax and think. Think. Think. . In the end, I couldn't think of words to say so I looked away, feeling my face continuously pouring off sweat--if that's even possible. I glanced up at him but he is still looking down on me with his unreadable expression.

Didn’t ask if he was ready. I walked straight through, kicked the door shut behind me, and locked it. My fingers went to the hem of my sweater. Pulled it over my head. Bra unhooked, fell to the floor. Skirt unzipped, slid down my thighs. No panties. Just skin. Bare. The fresh ink on my mound—*Unleashed*—was healed now, black lines sharp and permanent against the soft skin just above my slit. Looking at it made my pussy clench. Made me feel owned already.

The kind of sex that made you think falling in love or even death by orgasm was possible. But one day about five months ago, I came home early from a dinner with my parents and what I found had shocked me to my core. Aiden was lying face down sprawled on my couch, his long blond hair a shaggy mess, his skin glistening with sweat and unconscious with a tunicate and a needle hanging off of his arm. He laid there almost lifeless as I stared in shock. It’s not just the shock that made me end that relationship but the moments after when he came too.

Her unconscious form served as a haunting reminder of the deep scars she carried from her traumatic past. The officers, realizing the urgency of the situation, decided to release Nysaa under bail. Dr. Isabella Ruiz wasted no time and took out her phone, dialing for an ambulance. Nysaa needed immediate medical attention and stabilization. As the ambulance arrived, Nysaa was carefully placed on a stretcher, her unconscious form a stark contrast to the fiery woman who had just been causing a scene in the police station. Dr. Ruiz accompanied her, holding the files and leather-bound books close.

Those people you 'busted'—the so-called people pretending to be wealthy heirs—merely wanted to take some photos they liked and, unable to afford the real items, bought a few knockoff watches. "You say they were pretending so they could lure wealthy women, but what you didn't know was that they'd skipped buying the watch and were living frugally so they could donate the money to charity. "Because your heart is filled with malice, you view others through that same malicious lens." Not long after Tyson was locked up, Solana reappeared. After a week of torture, there wasn't a single part of her body that was unharmed. She had even been electrocuted until she lost control of her bladder.

It wasn’t long until he reached his peak with a muffled gasp and I was strangely filled with pride and excitement as I stared at the evidence of his release in my hands. Before I could stop myself, I licked my hand, the salty taste of him hitting my taste buds. Asher raised an eyebrow as he panted. He looked shocked. “Filthy, are we?” I watched as he tucked his now soft dick behind his sweatpants. “What can I say? I learned from the best.” I winked. **** It was around two in the morning, after taking another shower, when I finally started drifting off to sleep, exhausted from the previous night’s activities.

"Jonas Kael's audit log. And Thorne knows I have it." Kunle’s response was a low whistle of surprise and concern. "Mimi, you are either the bravest or the most reckless woman I know. Get up here. Now." The Unlikely Alliance Ten minutes later, Mimi was sitting across a glass coffee table from Kunle in a minimalist, chrome-and-steel living room. Kunle, dressed in a silk robe despite the hour, poured her a glass of water, his face unreadable. Mimi opened her messenger bag, placing the ruggedized external drive and the heavy, leather-bound ledger onto the table. The silence in the room was electric as Kunle began to flip through the pages, examining the meticulous handwriting and the cryptic not

Fire licked down her body at his raspy plea. “Mm-hmm.” It was all she could utter, her sex-fogged brain barely able to form words. It was uncharted territory, yet the lure of the forbidden prodded her to unbutton his shirt and ease it off his body. “My turn.” His stormy eyes were darker than ever before as he eased the sweatpants off her, leaving her only in her underwear. “Fu*cking hell, Iris. I want to tear them off you.”