Novel & Cerita Unikitty Bittersweet

If this man is destined for me, then please let me love him unconditionally, without doubt, hesitation, or fear. He chuckled, which tickled me, but here I was, tears rolling down my cheeks at the thought. And I know I'm losing this fight, even though it's not official. I am doomed that I let myself fall to this man, who only knows how to bury his member inside me. You are fucked up, Mayu! I just hope that what he shows is true so that I won't lose! "What about my midnight snack, My Sweetie?" he teased. I blinked and tried to push him away. He didn't put on weight and let himself lie on the bed.

KITTY-KAT: Kk BETTIE: Nawa o JON-B: Betty baby how far na, valentine's day is on Sunday ooo, will u be my val? TY: LOL YOMEE: Lol BETTIE: Over my dead body. Ew! I'd rather chew glass than go out with u AURORA: Chisos! Haewww! JD: Dayum! That was cold. DARA: Ice colllddd 4 dat matter [broken heart emoji] JON-B: Pfft, whatever. Alice hw abt u? Can we be frndz with benefits? KITTY-KAT: Tankz but no tankz. I av a boyfriend •_•

I got you before so I'll get you again. Zack's Pov. That woman is annoying. Why did she come back here? We are here at the bar today with my friends. Many women seduce me but I don't budge. I won't shoot women until I've finished what I'm doing to Angel as if my monkey friends dare. "Dude what's up with the sweetness prank of a ZACK ERVIN, does it work?" crazy question of Zyrone. "Of course. Because we know that woman really likes me hahaha," I replied proudly to them.

Chapter 53: Bitter Entanglement Alain's Bedroom, The Salt Mill Tavern, Fifth And Main, Boylesten, England (1763)... A rolling storm had been of no consequence to the two young lovers coupled inside the room at The Salt Mill Tavern, on Fifth and Main. The noises within had been thankfully drowned out by the crackle of thunder and the flashes of lightning had been of no issue to two people who needed only their bodies enmeshed to adhere to their most basic of carnal needs. The frequent moans that escaped the pinked lips of the young redhead peasant filled the room as the occasional grunts and groaning from the handsome young noble lad hard at work drilling his impressive appendage inside the t

The person beside her shot her a disapproving look, but she didn't care. She muttered under her breath, her words laden with sarcasm. "Oh, Mr. Sinclair, you're truly a visionary. I can hardly contain my excitement for your groundbreaking ideas." As Mace continued his speech, Nysaa couldn't resist interjecting with her biting commentary. "Yes, yes, the world has been waiting with bated breath for your words of wisdom. Please, enlighten us further." Her snarky remarks drew glances from those around her, but she remained undeterred. Mace's grandiose speech and self-assured demeanor were a perfect target for her biting humor.

As his lips ruled my neck, my body started to burn and my strength began to waver. Am I thinking correctly? Are they really true? Why do I have to? "You're sweet..." My eyes were getting blurry. I can no longer see his face. I tried to slap him, but the last thing I saw was his lips with traces of my blood. "You're a vampire..."

Everything Anielle had so delicately carved into me at brunch, now breaking free from beneath my skin like splinters. Calvin didn’t look surprised. He stood by the console table, tossing his keys down, loosening his collar like he’d just come back from a boardroom brawl, not a garden of venom-laced smiles. “She’s just noise,” he said, without turning. “You know that.”

I could hear glasses clinking and laughter echoing; this wasn't my scene, but I was tired of visiting my usual spot. Anita sat beside me, goading me on to drink more glasses of the bittersweet spirit. Another sip, and the world blurred a little bit more. "Drink up, Adrian." I heard Anita encourage, her words slurred, "Forget her." I sighed, my gaze fixed on the liquid swirling in the glass. It was easier said than done. No matter how hard I tried, I just couldn't shake off the memories of Dannie. "Take this. You'll feel better," Anita urged, sliding another drink towards me.

Sharp, icy pain shot through my abdomen. I curled up on the bed, drenched in a cold sweat. My consciousness drifted hazily back to the past. I first met Alan when I was 18, and it felt like a small miracle. I had just gotten into college, finally escaping my father and his endless cycle of drinking, gambling, and violence. I thought I could leave behind all that sadness and pain.

"Claire, how long will you keep playing these underhanded tricks? Why can't you accept Henry and Linda?" It was not that I could not accept them. It was that Jonathan's eyes were full of them and could not accept me. "Don't think that hurting yourself will stop me from acknowledging Henry. I'm still holding his birthday party tomorrow!" He pulled Linda and Henry into his arms, forming the image of a picture-perfect family with his beloved woman and child in his embrace. Meanwhile, his wife who he had once sworn eternal vows to seemed repulsive in comparison. I let out a hoarse, low laugh. Jonathan took this as a sign of agreement.