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“Sure.” Jordan coughed into her cup. “Smooth.” Before I could respond, the table behind us erupted into argument. “I’m telling you, Paul said it differently in Corinthians!” one boy insisted. Another shot back, “That’s not what it means. You’re twisting it.” “Oh please,” a girl scoffed, “none of you even read the Greek text.” “Do you even read English properly?” Laughter, groans, more voices piling in. Lily leaned back with a grin. “Ah yes. The holy chaos of Bible nerds.”

“Whatever you say, I won’t let you get it.” “Then I won’t leave here without it.” Chris stubbornly said. “Try me, I rather die than give it to you” I have no idea what they are talking about and why the hell a professor is at a party. So weird. I can’t understand Chris. He’s hiding many things. Iam sweating in the closet, I should go out. I am insane. I can’t open the closet. I will be caught. First of all, I should have not drunk. Iam feeling giddy.

Shawn I've been stuck in darkness, trying to find a way out. I feel fluttering against my hand followed by Beth's voice. She was talking to Jordan as I feel a small pressure against my palm. It takes a moment but I soon realize it's Jordan's foot when I feel a second one press against my hand. It stops a moment later and then I feel a presence against my side, but the darkness forbids me to see or hear much. I only get glimpses here and there and it's only with Beth.

William asked with a smile and Scott stared at him in disbelief. 'What perfect way?' Scott whined in his head. "Get her apples," William said as he pointed at Amelia's apples that were on the floor. Scott nodded in approval and William bent down on the floor. He picked up Amelia in a bridal way and moved quickly towards his car. Scott rushed after him from the back after picking up the apples into the plastic bags. * * *

It said," Actually, I don't know about it as well but maybe if you could try closing your eyes and concentrate on your breathing... it might work out." Nia was doubtful and asked," Are you sure it will work?" That voice replied," Do you have any other idea?" Nia replied with a cold sigh," No!" That voice replied again," Then, go with what i told you!" Nia had no other option left, so, she closed her eyes and tried to concentrate on her breathing. She tried to control it as was being guided by that voice and soon, she felt a sharp pain in her hand. It was as if someone was inserting a needle in her arm.

I was so intrigued by his apparent obliviousness. "I didn't realize that's what those were..." he shook his head as I shuffled them absentmindedly. "I'm not Wiccan, that doesn't fit my beliefs, but I do place my trust in my ancestors." I clarified. "I don't have a god or a goddess. Not right now." "Is that why you always have untouched bowls of food on that table?"

How I always valued her. Lost in my thoughts, I didn’t see Tiffany stroll into my office. No knock or introduction. She walks so confidently towards me and around my desk and stood in front of me. I looked at her with pure disgust. She drops to her knees and her hands grabbing onto my thighs. Trying to run her hands up to my shaft, and it tries to go to my belt. I grabbed her wrists with one hand and yank her up and I stood tall. “What the fuck do you think your doing?” Pyro lacing my voice. Tiffany starts to shake terrified.

"Mo…moon goddess…I don't know if you can…hear me…I don't even know if you're real. All I know is that you are the only one I can do in my time of grief…" All I heard was a deafening silence, a silence loud enough to weaken the egos of powerful men. Good thing I'm not a man. "...So I ask you of one…thing and one thing alone, dear goddess…make my husband and his mistress pay for their mistake…" My heart would stop in just a matter of seconds, meaning that it might not survive more than three beats, but that time is more than enough for me. "...make them suffer…" Lub. "...make them bleed…"

Davis knelt next to her, his hand hovering uncertainly before he laid it softly on her shoulder. Quiet ly, he murmured, "This isn't over," determination shining in his eyes. "We'll handle this”.

❛Tell me something girl, are you happy in this modern world? Or do you need more? Is there something else you're searching for? ❜ — Bradley Cooper/Shallow. *** I could easily attribute my feelings to the alcohol, but the coldness in his eyes as he pushed me away gently told a different story. “Get off.” He said. At first, I pretended that I didn't hear and rubbed my butt gently against him. Stifling a groan, he held my wrists firmly. “Get off of me,” Tobias repeated through gritted teeth.