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I was so lucky to have such a funny uncle. Sitting in my hotel bathroom I light another cigarette. I had quit smoking many times but whenever my stress would rise, I would start up again. There were times that I would be so stressed that I would chain smoke until I threw up. Remembering this part of my life might bring me to having one of these times. I go into the main area of the hotel room and grab another bottle of champagne. Afterall, coming to terms with my past should be a celebration of freedom should it not? I sit in the chair that looks out onto the main street. Outside people are laughing and celebrating on a busy Friday night. Many of these people are drunk and simple live in a h

As he spoke, he was about to shove Zayn and get down on his knees quickly. He was going to serve Scott anyway, so it was fine for him to kneel before the man. A cold glint glistened in Zayn’s eyes. He was thoroughly disappointed by Cameron’s behavior. He said, “Cameron, you’re a Rheasian. You have Rheasian blood coursing through your veins. Aren’t you ashamed of yourself for yielding to a Murican and licking his boots?”

I shut my eyes tightly hoping things would be back to the way they were once I opened them but alas! My coping instincts kicked in as I felt myself being swept by a wave of fury. I went to the street to look for the damn arsol! God help him for I do not know what will happen when I set my sights on him! I was so in love that I didn't pay any attention to the fact that he used pseudonyms on F******k and I*******m, the surname he had given me was probably not his own. Dazed, I walked down the street and found myself surrounded by the crowd, drowning in my thoughts until I finally realised that I would never find him. A sick feeling crept deep into the pit of my stomach and I stopped, tears fal

Russo laughed softly, “Don’t worry about that, dear. The important thing is, he likes you.” “He doesn't.” No one would believe her with that blush on her face. She was right to say that, the only thing I fancied about her was her sweet little cunt, that face, the unexpected things that came out her mouth, her innocence— and the urge to ruin it. I wasn't a good guy in her life, I was the one who wanted to ruin it. To push her limits and bring out the dark thoughts that screamed despite her silence. Camille was a mask. She wore a calm that didn't suit her. She may have been born a calm child, but with the chaos around her, something stuck, something dark she didn't want to give into.

Ren pointed out. "Well slap a cork on my dick and call me a water bottle,” he swooned. “I've never wanted to be a water bottle so badly," he licked his lips and moaned. "You're too much," Reniece giggled. "Cam, did you get the email from the wedding planner?" She asked. Cameron threw her his phone and told her to check. "No, I want you to tell me," she said, not making eye contact with him. He suddenly thought back to that day in his room with the box of Lucy Charms.

I am trying to enjoy the skyview of the fireworks but I am seething inside. I am angry! Angry at Karla for dating a married man! Angry at mom for cheating on poor Andrew! What's it with everyone betraying their spouses? It's like Kingswood has an outbreak of a virus called Betrayal! "Camilla Clarkson!" I groan inwardly. Ramon stands in front of me, tall and muscular, looking sophisticated. He's dressed impeccably in an expensive black tuxedo. It hurts a little too much just how hot this guy is.

I don't want to terrify him but it's good that he knew what's going on with his body and why he had that unnatural occurrence. " Tell me, uncle! What's going on?" He's now becoming more aggressive to know everything? " Son, don't be surprised if I tell you this okay?" I want to make sure that he was calm and focus. I went to a Google page and I type the word " demon son ", and something pops up on it. I found a Cambion word and his same word Katako. I read it again since many years had passed and vampires and demons reunited after Damon's death. I barely remembered their characteristics and weaknesses so I had to dig again from the very start. I turned around the laptop and face it with him

Cameron said it “We never break our word,” I said softly "What are you, and who are you?" Camellia said it "I'm a werewolf," I said, closing my eyes for a second, then opening my eyes and my moans turning golden yellow and looking at them. "Oh my God," Camelia said, and she and Cameron went back in fear "I'm sorry," I said, then my eyes went back to normal "No, we're sorry," Cameron said with a smile to reassure me "So what else can you do?" Camellia said it

It's a text from Cameron. I click on it. 'Still think I'd be better away?' I read. I raise a brow, running my eyes throughout the park in confusion. A car honk makes me avert my gaze to the end of the park, the side demarcated from the main road where vehicles can be parked. Inside a car with a window of the driver's seat wound down is Cameron. He has a smug grin on his face and gave me a two fingers wave. I can't believe this but my cheeks begin to burn. For a second, I thought I'd die with boredom.

“EVERYTHING! INCLUDING YOU!” The rage in Cameron’s eyes was like pure madness. He felt like a rogue wolf, but without the presence of an actual wolf. Rome whimpered so softly I barely heard him as he got back to his feet. “Not everything,” I snarled, leaping over my brother. “Not yet.”