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Sweet Dreams - Marilyn Manson Self-Destruction - I Prevail It felt as if my heart exploded, splattering chunks of it all over the walls of my chest. Without knowing, Shane had burrowed deep within my chest and it felt like he’d implanted himself deep within my soul. There was only him there and I was more than happy. How had there ever been a day in my life without him? Shane’s eyes glazed over for a second and the sound of receding steps reached my ears before he pulled out of my mouth. I turned to look towards the door, whoever it was was gone.

Fenris glared at Damien and his ‘promise', wanting to kill him where he stands, for he was practically forbidding Christen any form of freedom she had. “I want to forget.” The words that came out of his mate’s mouth came as a surprise for him, and Damien, as the tears escaped Christen's eyes. “All the time we had... I want to forget it all. I can’t believe… I let myself believe in that fantasy again... Let myself go through this pain again. Please. I'll take whatever customers you want me to take, just as long as they help me forget good ever existed in this world. Remind me that there is never any good for me.”

I would have to use every bit of energy I had left if this was going to work. It had to work. Onyx was depending on me. I would not let him down. Soxor started to walk towards me. The confident grin on his face made my blood boil. He was strong, stronger than me, but maybe not by as much as I first thought. I had knocked him out. I had gotten the drop on him more than once. I was holding my own in this fight. I could do this. I fixed my eyes on him and spoke clearly. “Shatter.”

Shame on me in case. @Death Wish

I crawl onto my bed and kicking off my shoes. I pull myself in a small ball on the bed. My heart feels as empty as this apartment, surrounded by the remnants of my shattered heart. Tears streams down my cheeks, leaving behind a trail of heartache and despair. I grab my phone and dial Shane. I need him to shout at me. "Hey, girl." I fight back the tears as Shane picks up. "Shane." "What happened? Did that mother fucker do something to hurt you. I'll kill him, I swear."

I throw my phone across the room with an angry shout, watching it shatter into a hundred tiny pieces, scatters all over the floor. Fuck. XXX

I crawled toward the laptop, heart pounding. Damien stepped through the smoke. His gun raised. His eyes locked onto me. He wasn’t sending men anymore. He had come himself. “Give me the drive,” he said, his voice calm. I gritted my teeth. “No.” He sighed. “You never learn.” His gun fired. I dove. Pain ripped through my side. But I didn’t stop. I slammed my hand down— The screen flashed. **Broadcasting…** Damien’s face turned to pure rage. “What did you do?”

~ Liana ~ The café buzzed with its usual energy. The rich scent of freshly brewed coffee and warm pastries filled the air, but honestly, I barely noticed it anymore. It had been three weeks since my world had fallen apart. The scandal that once dominated the news had faded, slipping from the headlines. Yet, the whispers and sideways glances remained. People still recognized me. Customers would exchange quiet comments, thinking I was too preoccupied to hear. I put on a calm smile and focused on my work—pouring coffee, balancing trays, wiping down tables. Each movement was intentional, careful, and controlled.

He burst into tears, shouting, "I’m not a bad kid! I didn’t lie! Miss Summers said it! She even gave me some butterscotch candies and told me not to tell anyone else. I even shared two pieces with Lily from next door!" The words struck like a hammer, leaving Julia speechless.

The pressure built, coiling tight in my belly. He added a third finger, stretching me wide. Thumb on my clit, pressing down. “Come for me,” he ordered, voice muffled against me. “Now.” I shattered. The orgasm hit hard, waves crashing through me. I screamed his name, body convulsing, pussy clenching around his fingers. Juices gushed, soaking his hand, his chin. My hands slipped a bit, but I caught them, keeping them up. Tears pricked my eyes again—from the intensity, the release.