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I was pretty sure that if she knew then Malachi would know and there was no chance he’d just leave it. My mood sank further when we arrived at Sam’s house and I stared at the one car I didn’t want to see at the party. I was an asshole to her and I deserved her hate and I had no idea what kind of hell she’d unleash on me when she saw me. “Damnit, James, Sarah’s here,” I hissed as I pointed to her car amongst many others at the party. Sam was notoriously well known for his house parties. His parents were filthy rich and away most of the time, leaving him to his own devices. Sam was mostly spoiled rotten, but deep down he was a great guy.

We all walked inside and entered the living room together, it was extremely large, clean, my eyes shifted to the same white pale walls that I’ve always come to known since I been a child growing up in this house – it Has never changed over the years and no matter how many times I’ve been in this house – it was the same damn reaction, Same thought that screamed in the back of my mind - welcome to your new prison. – no doubt Gary must have wanted his members on pack duties to make them feel at home – A safe place they can call their own. Even when they faced the notion they wouldn’t survive outside their old pack – but For the ones who clung onto some kind hope no matter how small it was – it

No more moans and screams seeping out of house No.5, Emerton Residence. With a final hiss, Suman threw away the cigarette that has accompanied him for the past 10 minutes. The bud fell among hundreds of others scattered at his footstep. He climbed into his car and drove off. No matter how much he tried, he couldn’t come up with an alternate excuse for the aphrodisiac song he had heard. Sarah is with Mike- all night long.

She got into his car and he zoomed off. ********************* Danny got to Samantha's house to drop her off. He helped her with her stuff into the house. Her house was downtown and a little bit secluded from others. It was small but homely. It looked like a two bedroom flat. It had a big porch and a little garden by the side. The living room was modestly furnished with a lot of peach colors and white. He saw a portrait of her and an elderly woman. That should be her mom. She moved to the fireplace to start a fire to warm up the place because it was a little chilly. She collected her stuff and moved them to the kitchen. She came out of the kitchen and asked him, “Do you want a glass of wine o

she asked, confused. "Yea, you know the guy that owns the house. Tall, grumpy, and grows fur when you make him mad. Anyway, they should be back soon. I'll be downstairs if you need anything at all." "Okay, but who are you?" Oshey asked. "I'm Samantha; you can call me Sam though." "I'm Oshey." The young blonde said with hesitation. "You don't sound too sure of that." Sam urged. "No, I am. I'm just not so sure of this place." Oshey nodded to the foyer and front room.

"He is not worthy of our bloodline anyway." "You are so strong," Morwen said, though her tone carried a little bite. "Oh, be quiet, Morwen," Elspeth snapped, turning her eyes to her son. "How was your shift at the tavern, Sammy?" "It was packed," Sammy said, clearing his throat to hide his breathlessness. "My feet are burning from the stone floors." "Did the hunters leave good tips?" Morwen asked. "Yeah, I got enough silver to cover the winter meat," Sammy replied, shifting his weight as his trousers felt suddenly too tight against his growing heat.

she said sweetly. He waved it off. "It's nothing, any friend of Leah is a friend of mine." Oh, so Leah was her name? Samantha thought, a subtle smirk on her face. "We are almost there, I'm sure you must be exhausted." Samantha nodded wordlessly, reaching for her bag on the floor. A few minutes later, they stopped in front of the massive house. "Wait, I think I've seen this place before," Gary said, staring at the house in wonder. "Are you sure this is your house? I know the people who stay here, this is the Beckers' home."

**** SAMIRA BURNING HOUSE: An hour later at the burning house, police vans and firefighters were outside the burning house, they didn't notice the fleet of SUV driving past the house. In one of the SUVs, there were four men inside it. Three of the men were putting on black suits while the fourth one was putting on a brown suit and was on the phone with someone. "She is gone boss and the humans are dead." the man in a brown suit said. A deep chuckle was heard at the other end of the phone. "I love the chase."

I furrowed, not waiting to hear more jokes because I came for strict business. "Fucking put your shirt on Sammy, your chest looks like a wolf's ass." I cussed while walking into his house. "Guess someone's angry today." He whispered. I sat on his torn sofa, not surprised his living room is a mess. I look at a magazine with a naked woman's picture on it. Why kill himself of lust when he can go get a woman out there in a club or bar. Sammy was once married, only that his marriage didn't last more than a year.

Sandra had stuffed a nipple in her son’s mouth, and the latter was suckling contentedly, and for the moment, had stopped making any sounds. “Come on, Sandy. I’m sorry for being an ass. I just love you so much and want you and the baby back. I promise to be good this time around. I know you’re in there, Sandy. Please, give us one more chance. Come on, Lauretta, please let me see her.” Sam said from outside the door, sounding as though he were crying. The sudden change was too creepy for words. “Lauretta was the owner of this house before it was sold. She was too old to live alone, so she went to live with her daughter.” Sandra confided when she saw that Becca was confused at the name.