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Everett understood that, too. For several seconds, he did not move. Then he turned toward the pack. “The Moon Cleanse will not take place without my consent. Until I give that consent, no preparation begins, no ritual objects are brought into the Alpha wing, and no one approaches Cora Bennett under the excuse of purity or investigation.” Cora’s heart tightened at the sound of her name. He had not said wife. He had not said 'Luna'. But he had said Cora Bennett before the pack as if her name deserved the same space as the ritual they were using to erase her again.

*Amy blushing* I....I....I...UM...Sorry for what I just did now. ( Riley) for kissing me? um...yeah...Amy said shly while staring at the flood. Riley leaned closer to her ears and said " your lips are delicious I want to kiss you again." Now Amy's face is flushed with embarrassment, and she ran towards his car. He laughed while he exited the school building, and towards his car. Hey, Amy was that your face kiss? Am I your first kiss? while they both entered the car.

I extended my arm, "I'm Jade." His hands were so big, they almost wrapped around mine and I swear I felt a jolt electricity course through me the moment our palms connected. "Blake Wilson, and I've heard a lot about you." he smiled softly. We stayed like that for a while, his hands were soft and his eyes looked as blue as the ocean, I felt like I was going to drown, until my stupid brother had to interfere. "Yeah no, that," he took our hands and separated them, "this can't happen." he said then turned to Blake, "Her," he pointed at me, "no kissing, no touching, no sex, no and I repeat, NO DATING"

Unstable. “You cannot leave,” the figure says. “We’re not staying,” I fire back. “Your connection will be extracted.” My grip on Leon tightens. “No.” “It is necessary.” “It’s not happening.” The figure’s gaze sharpens. Colder now. More focused. “Then you will be reset.” The word hits harder than anything else. Reset. Erase. Start over. “No,” I whisper. Leon steps slightly forward. Not pulling away from me. Still connected. Still aligned.

All this was happening around the time that Katey and I were playing Dungeon Raydens a lot and I inadvertently saved a copy of myself in the game. Imagine an old, on-the-blink PC. You have a choice to refresh, reset or restore it. Refresh would give me a hangover not unlike what a shot of tequila would give an eighteen-year-old 120-pound human. Reset, on the other hand, would be a Jason-Bourne-level amnesia. And Restore? The damage of Restore depends on how far back the Restore Point is. In my case, it was precisely 9 days before prom, pre-Cool-off with Katey.

My reasoning is because I was focusing on finishing off high school, had to deal with graduation and family matters, and most of all I was unmotivated and I have been. Yes, I know it sounds like an excuse but I'd rather write Blinded when I'm motivated rather than write crappy chapters that I don't enjoy writing. So for the month of June, I'm going to take a break from writing, find some sort of motivation, and overall figure out what direction I want Blinded to go. So for right now, it is a goodbye unit next month. Sorry for the delay. -L.N.F

I replied with confidence but only just to provoke him. "Oooh, you're still as bold as ever even when you're left with only the bones and no flesh." He said, leaning back on his desk. He took a lusty look at me from head to toe, biting his mouth. It was as if he already undressed me but with his eyes. Even when you loose a game, just make sure to dress like the winner, as confident and sexy as ever, only then you can get in the nerves of your opponent, and that was exactly what I did.

The crib was empty, and everything was gone. Even our wedding portrait had been taken down. The room held nothing of mine except the faint trace of my scent still lingering on the pillow. Every sign that I had ever existed in this house had been erased. I had been desperate enough to wipe away every last trace, to leave him with nothing to hold onto. Jasper slid down the side of the bed and crumpled onto the floor, clutching the pillow to his chest. His shoulders shook violently, and a single hot tear rolled down his face.

to "Degenerate." "You don't understand, Avery," Aris said, gesturing to the "Master-Key" console in the center of the vault. "The 'Atmospheric-Reset' isn't just a 'Purge.' It’s a 'Biological-Default-Setting.' It’s a way to 'Roll-Back' the DNA of every living thing on the planet to its 'Pre-Sombra-State.' No more 'Amethyst-Children.' No more 'Benthic-Predators.' Just the 'Original-Human-Standard.'"

"And a wipe is an admission of guilt." "A wipe is a technical glitch," Pim snapped back. She jammed the drive into the main port and initiated a hard wipe sequence. The progress bar crawled across the screen—5%, 12%, 25%. "If they find the hardware empty, they have to prove we filled it with something illicit. If they find it full, we’re finished tonight." "And if they find us in the middle of a reset?" Chalida asked, her voice tight with panic. "Then we run," Pim said. She looked at her sister, her expression hardening. "Do you have the exit bag? The one I told you to keep in the vent?"