Novel & Cerita Submission Is Not My Style

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And no Damon Stone in control, behind the curtain. At least, that's what I'd hoped. I’m doing well. Technically. My grades are strong. My professors like me, and I’ve completed five major projects this semester—web campaigns, packaging concepts, branding redesigns. I would even dare say, I'm Industry-ready. But none of my submissions feel like mine. I haven’t submitted a single personal piece. Not one. Every time I try, my cursor just hovers uselessly, because my moodboard is filled with colours I associate with him. Deep greys, muted golds, wine reds.

While I take care of the another important thing that needs to be done before the functions extends further. The fucking bidding.

he said, and I gave him a look. “So what? Do you lose a limb if you apply?” I asked, and he sighed and looked away. “Not applying is not only stupid, but it just doesn’t make sense. It’s better to be rejected than to never have applied and regret it,” I advised him, and he sighed and snatched the phone from me. He clicked submit and then pointed the phone at me. “There. I’ve submitted. Are you happy now?” I smiled proudly. “Yeah.” “Well, let’s go back to this wonderful closet of yours now,” he said, focusing on the clothes, and I happily continued.

A grey color that seemed to draw me into his depths. "I did," he admitted, stepping away from me. "But I'm not one to submit, Allison." He drawled on, a lazy smile playing over his lips. "I make others submit, Allison and you are-" "I'm not like others." I interrupted with a fierce glare. He seemed surprised at my harsh tone. My hands found their way into the back pocket of my jeans and when I felt the sharp blade slice my finger, I grinned. "I've had a stressful journey. I would love to go to my room- now."

ARIA POV “But we’re not done yet,” Adrian whispered, his low voice sending fresh shivers down my spine. “I want to taste that sweet pussy of yours with my cum still dripping out of it.” The words alone made my core clench hard, another thick trickle of his release sliding slowly down my inner thighs. I was still trembling from the powerful orgasm he had just forced out of me, my body was slick with sweat, my pussy swollen and sensitive, leaking his out cum in warm that made me feel deliciously used.

She had no special skills, no talents that would interest someone like him. Don Linus watched her in silence for a moment, his expression unreadable. Then, with a sigh, he took a step back. “I’ll give you some time to think about that,” he said, his voice clipped. “You’re too pretty for me to put a bullet through your head....”

“And then you’ll be free. You’ll run as a wolf, howl under the moon, and meet your true mate.” “But what if I don’t? What if I end up like you, Henry, or rejected like Ria? I don’t think I could survive it.” “Then you wait. A few years, maybe. And if you still don’t find him—you could choose me. We could be mates by choice. Not a bad option, right? I’m amazing, after all.” He winked again, his face heating with affection. I knew he liked me. He always had. And maybe he was right—it wouldn’t be the worst choice. But doubts gnawed at me.

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Amelia's confession weighed heavily in the air as Ethan, Gabriel, and Amelia stood in the Moonlit Meadow. The moon's silvery radiance engulfed them in an ethereal light. Tension crackled like lightning, as a chilly wind rustled the leaves, matching the anguish in their souls. Gabriel, his voice filled with desperation, pleaded, "Ethan, please, you have to understand. What I did was a mistake. You are my fated partner, and I adore you."