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And then, she looks at me with madness in her eyes. Now, what did I just do?

We've raised her for so long and we've already fulfilled our obligations. I held Cara even tighter. Everyone around here knew Hans Black loved to drink and even physically abused his own family. However, his family was rich and managed to obtain a mental health assessment report claiming that he was mentally ill. Not even the cops could do anything if they were here. Ethan was so brutal. He didn't bat an eye even when he offered his own granddaughter as a sacrifice. "Cara is definitely this family's child. There must be a misunderstanding. I've been working hard to support this family and I'm so busy frequently that I only have time to take a nap in the on-call room, and you said I've been c

I can never love someone who knows nothing but aggressiveness. "That's the truth Doctor. I don't think he has DID it's something else. And I can't understand what is it." Dr. Steward sighed heavily leaning his back against the chair. "I saw his files. His tests. Everything is so different from what you're telling me. His reports are clear. They couldn't detect what mental illness he has. But after hearing your words it's obvious the reports has been misrepresented." I sighed heavily nodding my head. The reports have always been misrepresented and now I can clearly see it. Before I used to believe those reports as I didn't know this side of Lucifer but now I am sure the reports have been pres

"I never knew you were such an idiot, Annabelle. I told you, I'm the second-in-line of the Leafensteins. My brother is a very busy man. He wouldn't have come to the hospital if I were just a nobody to him. The fact that you three are locked up here should prove that I was telling the truth. "Oh, and given what you told me, I'm sure you know how… ruthless my family can be to those who hurt me." All the color drained from Annabelle's face. She was as white as paper. She looked at Zacharias, trying to say something, but Zacharias was faster. He went down on his knees and, through a trembling voice, pleaded, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to. I had no idea Horatio's the real deal. I was a little carr

But nothing about this gesture screams to be anything but…. Infact if I were to overlook the fact that my address wasn’t now public knowledge to God knows who I would have found this lovely gift of his moving and thoughtful… It still was! Fuck! I definitely should start panicking right? It’s the sane thing to do! But I guess I was never a sane author! None of my characters were anyway! Instead they mirror each and every one of my own dark desires! ITS A HE! It’s definitely a he!

"The contradictory nature of your statements and the blunt declaration that you are just there." "I am insane, Perer." "We all are insane in our own way to be honest but, sometimes, the thin line between madness and insanity is creativity." "True!" Uncle Max intoned. "Creativity!"

she repeated, startled, instinctively turning toward him, as worry began overriding the heat rushing to her face. The moment she moved, his other hand came up, covering her eyes. “Don’t look,” he murmured. If she had seen him, she would have understood immediately. He was a mess. He was shirtless. His skin was damp with sweat. His muscles were drawn tight beneath the strain of control. His hair was disheveled, his breathing uneven, his entire body tense like a man standing at the edge of his sanity. The drug was still burning through his system. That woman.

“James’s not bad looking, but compared to Rourke, he does fall short.” A sudden chill ran through me. “Mom, you’re not thinking about going back to him, are you?” She rolled her eyes. “Pfft! Ever since I found out about his mistress, I haven’t thought about being with him again. “But you know, we had been married for so long. It’s hard for me to let any other man in again...” She paused, then shifted the subject. “But this James Cotton—he’s a good man. Young but mature enough. I might give it a try!”

Nayel's fingers push against my core making me gasp into his mouth as he rubs my covered mound making me moan into his mouth as I press my fingers against the back of his neck then bite Nayel's lower lip earning a low groan from him. Suddenly a thought pops into my mind and before I can stop myself I'm pulling away as my head falls back laughing. Nayel squeezes my waist and looks at me confused. "I'm a cliche, I'm a fucking cliche" I laugh out loud holding onto the back of Nayel's neck. Nayel furrows his eyebrows in confusion, "What?" "The assistant having an affair with her boss. It's the world's oldest cliche" I shake my head laughing.

I come so hard my spine bows off the mattress— a jagged, body-shaking climax that feels more like a purge than a release. As the tremors fade, leaving me empty and exhausted, reality crashes back in. I stare back at the darkness. The only sound left in the world is my own ragged breathing. I claim to hate his guts, yet I just used the memory of his cruelty to get off— a fucking hypocrite. The word echoes. Hypocrite. I lie still for a second. Then I reach for my bag.