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And they lived happily ever after. Yeah, right. That scenario is too good and too cool for me. If I were to defend myself, I’ll only end up in a stuttering mess. “YEAH! THERE MUST BE A DEVIL INSIDE HIM! I SAW HIM LOOKING AT A GUY WITH LOVE IN HIS EYES! FAGGOT!!” The rude man from earlier chirped in, causing the people around to look more disgusted.

Radya said innocently. "It hurts, stop." Dita continued to sob. "Done," Radya smiled as he looked at his work on Dita's shoulder. Initials R. "Why did you do this?" asked Dita, still crying. "This is nothing, there's more punishment for you than this." "You're crazy." "HAHAHHAA, I am crazy." ***

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“I was on fire that night; I had a lot to drink before. You see, these men were special, VIP. They paid for me and I gave them a darn good show. I had on my favorite gold bikini set. It’s basically a strip of clothing; doesn’t cover anything—” I squeezed my eyes shut, my thumb digging into a wooden bead. “Candy, please. This is not—” “The lights in the VIP room were so dim I couldn’t see their faces,” she continued, ignoring me. Her voice was low. “But I could feel them. It was supposed to be a simple dance, and I am a darn good dancer. A dance to get their cocks hard, but it wasn’t enough for them. A hand found my waist; one of the men pulled me toward him with a force that tore my panties

The look on his face made Rowan’s heart sink. “Just tell me! What’s going on in there?” “So far, we’ve recovered two bodies. One adult, one child.” Rowan’s blood ran cold. “No! No, that’s not possible!” He screamed, “Aileen! Zoe!” Several firefighters held him back firmly. “Sir, it’s not safe yet. You can’t go in!” Layla stood among the crowd and could not help but smile. It was finally over. The entire mess that had annoyed her for ten years could finally be put behind her.

“Then maybe that’s your answer.” Later that night, Ryan stood by his window. The streetlights blurred in the distance. His inbox pinged again a reply from L. Tansey, offering a call. He didn’t answer yet. Instead, he opened a blank page. And he typed: “A Story That Doesn’t Belong To You” by Ryan Calloway He stared at the title for a long moment. Then under it, he wrote: “This isn’t a story about revenge. It’s about reclaiming.” Two weeks later.

Anna took Connor's arm and said with an aggrieved expression, "Connor, you promised me you'd see the fireworks with me. Tonight's the last night for the fireworks show." Connor glanced at Sylvie, and Anna noticed that, too. "There's nothing to worry about, Connor. Sylvie hired these beggars herself. Why would they hurt her?" she said in dissatisfaction. Connor hesitated briefly before taking Anna's arm and turning to Sylvie, saying, "You can stay in this hut and reflect on your wrongdoing." The moment the door closed, the beggars began salivating as they lunged at Sylvie with perverse expressions. Sylvie closed her eyes.

"You must be a long-time fan of this novel. You're late to the party, though—the plot has already completely derailed!" "In any case, we're fully on board with the supporting male lead and the big shot being a couple! Zoe and Jaiden can do whatever they want!"

My chest tightens, curse hissing you’re nothing, but Jude’s hand keeps me grounded. Akira walks in, spear leaning on his shoulder, braid messy from the fight. “You two look like shit,” he says, voice gruff but kinda soft, tossing a water skin at me. “Council’s waiting. They heard about the fortress, Selene’s crown, all of it. They want answers—now.”