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When Carl called, my swollen eyes flicked to the time—almost eleven. The phone buzzed in my hand, fresh tears splashing onto the screen. Three calls. I didn't pick up. Surprisingly, the fourth was from Mia. I was about to shut off my phone when Carl's message popped up: [Stop messing around. I'm not coming back tonight. Stay safe. Your condition isn't serious, right?] A bitter laugh slipped out. I replied: [Not serious at all. Have fun. I'm going to sleep.]

The metal was white, and the shade was a beautiful pearlescent white, and the crystal poking out at the tip of the waystick was of the most perfect clarity he had ever seen. Handler Retribution rotated something at the bottom of the waystick's cage, and it blazed to life in a blinding pink light. He then adjusted the disk again, and the light switched from the crystal to the bottom part of the cage and transformed into a gentle, lantern-like glow. He handed it to Markous, explaining its advanced features. Markous observed the Handler's signs as he took the waystick by the rod handle. "This waystick is more advanced than what you're used to. It works the same, only you can turn it off or on,

Sicily and its alleys were printed in her mind like G****e maps. Finally the car came to a deserted area. No way could she make it to her secured place. Reaching a dead end Myra pulled the brake harshly and looked behind. Two cars stood there. Two more arrived from the other side also. The guard at the back seat asked to open the fire but Myra stood still and waited for some time. A blue dot appeared on the screen of the device kept in the car. She looked at the screen and smiled. Another blue dot appeared. After a few seconds the increasing number of blue dots was enough to bring a full smile on her face.

Even if my eyes were open, I could still see her vividly. I arranged my pallet until everything was set, the only thing left to do is to get the brush and strike it in different ways to present her perfectly. White, Yellow Ochre, and Cadmium Red were inviting me, just by looking at them I knew I'd get her complexion seamlessly. Her skin is fair and glossy, like white sand radiating under the heat of the afternoon sun, or almonds blanched and then peeled. I'll add Cerulean for her blush.

"Mr. Lloyd, I'd like to work for your company." "I'll come ready with my full commitment, and two of Eric's key clients. Is that enough? I can bring more if needed." A deep voice answered. "What do you want in return?" "I have no home and not a single penny to my name." "Alright. Come to my place."

Irks Try to eat and drink plenty of water and take care of yourself obviously. Much Love from this human who loves you endlessly and I can’t wait for these sieges to be over. I think I said goodbye already it still, I am saying it again. Love, Your celebrity turtle. Hehehe, see what I did there?

The battle had been fierce; Ethan's back was covered in scratch marks left during the heat. [Daisy: Ethan was so rough last night; he kept wanting more. I was afraid he'd hurt the pup. He said my figure are the most addictive—sweet and hot. Unlike you. He said you’re like something dead in bed..] Then came a string of explicit text descriptions, detailing every aspect of their mating: the outdoor locations, the shifted positions, and even the dirty talk Ethan whispered in her ear. Every message was an attempt to enrage me, to shred my dignity as Luna, and to flaunt her superiority as the "winner."

"Hey! Stop talking you assholes! Help me here!" Ailestair is the one who interrupted the conversation between the two. I finally overcome the torture of awakening of my eyes power. And now, I can clearly see my surrounding. And all I can say is.. Damn! Ailestair is currently hanging in the air upside down. His feet is being tied up. The floor inside the acid prison is full of small vines with thorns. And this vines are similar to the wild vines that can only be found in the forest. It's thorns are two inches long with different colors. The tip is painted with black, maybe that's the poison and the rest is maroon.

Raven uttered firmly but Lucien only shook his head. "Let me have him," Lucien uttered grimly. "He still has debt to pay." "Be careful," Synth reminded him through the mind link. With their dark eyes and sharp claws, Lucien and Luther slowly walk toward each other as the sun rises. ***** Ed_Dianthe | Ms. Ed

“Layla, don’t fear your instincts. Fight against them with me, try for me, for both of us.” “But… what if… I… give up from fighting so much?” His eyes darkened, and within those brown spheres, I saw his iris change color, darkening, deepening. Lucien quickly closed his eyes as he held me, trembling, wavering, as though being overtaken by another being. But he remained firm in his grip, his thumb gently tracing the outline of my lower lip, making me open my lips slightly, willingly, surrendered to him and his command. Losing balance. We both breathed together, gasping for air, struggling, tense. Excited by one another.