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' Caitlyn wondered within. Caitlyn shifted her gaze to the woman whose facial expression appeared different from Martin's. She seemed intimidating, even though she had a small stature. "As you can see, I've been doing exceptionally well since you left," She answered with a shoulder raise and a grin. 'Is she the boastful type? What's going on?" Caitlyn had so many thoughts running through her mind. Veronica looked at Caitlyn and their eyes locked. 'Finally, you noticed me.' "I can see you're here with someone," She gave a sly smile and shifted her gaze back to Martin.

He understood that Ryna likely summoned these women to destroy him. Cyan grinned and took the arm of the influencer before turning to Kaze. “I hope you don’t take what she said to heart, Kaze. My friend can be blunt. “Let me introduce you to Mika Suka. She’s a hit in TikTok. Her live streams have more viewers than me.” “Mika Suka?” Kaze raised a brow. “A Ryokanian?” The influencer spoke in fluent Arcadian. Kaze could not tell that she was from Ryokan.

For 18+ readers. (MATURE CONTENT) #1st in darklove #4th in darkromance #1st in pure "Good girl." He praised her and continued to massage her dainty feet with gentle hands. "Will you pull such naughty pranks on your loving husband again?" She shook her head, eyes fluttering down in shyness. She won't dare because she hates it whenever he ignores her and gives her a silent treatment. "I won't, husband." "Good, now it's time for another punishment." ???! "W-What punishment, husband?" He didn't say anything and just pulled her down before pinning her on the desk, half of her body leaned on the flat surface and her bottom perked out, looking inevitable to his eyes.

"Here, get up and fix yourself. Nothing will change if you just cry. Let’s go out to eat and talk properly." Gabrielle was right. Yumi was very obedient and naive. Her parents raised her to follow orders without question. Yumi was so naive. Yumi shyly came out of the room. "How are you? Does it fit?" Gabrielle started. Yumi was embarrassed, tugging at the dress that was too short, ending above her knees. "It’s fine! It looks good on you. Don’t think about your problems for now. Eat first." Gabrielle pulled out a chair for her.

The moment I got home, I holed myself up in my room and began my extensive research into the Yukimura siblings. And I found out a lot. A whole lot. Apparently, Yukimura Rei is half-Japanese and half-French— and she is an accomplished omega ballerina. She is quite well-known in high-class performing circles. She has many newsworthy performances tied to her name. Among them is a special dance she performed for the president of France on his birthday— Rei is endeared to quite a number of politicians, and is known to have rejected more marriage proposals than any other omega in the entertainment industry.

Now that she was right in front of him, walking toward his car, he felt his body react in a way that was dangerous. Kane inhaled sharply. She was small. Petite in height, but fucking curvy. Her black jeans hugged her thighs and ass in a way that made his grip on the steering wheel tighten. The black turtleneck she wore was tucked in neatly, accentuating her waist. And that damn hair—fiery red waves spilling from her loose bun, falling around her face like a halo. The contrast of her—soft, warm, and expressive—against the darkness of the underground fighting world made her look like something otherworldly.