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They began to rise, but Taiga’s voice cut through the air like a blade. “You haven’t registered my brother yet.” His eyes flicked to Tatsuya, who merely rolled his eyes. “Or did you come for only me?” The men hesitated. Then, slowly, one turned. “What is your secondary gender, sir? And your name?” Tatsuya let the silence hang for a few seconds, as though weighing the cost of speaking. Then, finally: “Tatsuya Yuki. Normal Luna.” Both men stilled. Even behind their glasses, their surprise was palpable. Two Lunas. In the same apartment.

Deliberately forgot, but that's hardly the point. I grind my pussy against his hardness as he swipes my hair to one side. He buries his face in my exposed neck and takes a long sniff. "You smell like a real-life wet dream." Real-life wet dream? I laugh at my vivid imagination. Tens of women at work drool over Rhys Redmond, but I must be the only one filling up pages with fantasies of things that will never happen. If this doesn’t get me checked into a mental facility, nothing will.

We arrive at the room suggested by Maleficent, which indeed is at a great distance from mine, but the good thing is that is right next to my playroom. Dark is curious about what I have inside, so I open the door and allow him to enter. Dark gets very excited at the sight of all the sex toys and instruments I have in there, he tells me it is like a dream come true. "We can play now," I say to him. But before playing, I ask him who his father is. He replies that his father's name is Dracono and that he is the king of the minotaurs. I start laughing as that could not be true as he wouldn't be here pleasing me.

Not the desired result she'd been hoping for but it was a start. "Names and make it quick. I don't have all day." The sandy haired male swallowed loudly but squared his shoulders. They looked around eighteen; young men rather than little ones. "I'm Foster; this is Squid, Moose and Dawg." He indicated his friends as he spoke. Freya's eyebrows rose sharply as she stared at them. She seriously doubted their parents had named them anything so ridiculous. They had most probably picked the names for themselves thinking it made them special in some way. It was on the tip of her tongue to tell them just how stupid the names were but she took another deep breath instead and bit down the urge.

The young lad just smirked; even spit at the foot of Avril. Sweat was flowing down from his face. The enraged Avril grabbed his copper-colored hair and asked again. “What is your freaking name?” “What is it in my name that you are so eager to know?” “So that we’ll know who you were before you become like this.” It was Anaztasia who answered. The man snorted, amusement danced in his eyes. “I am who I am, Miss Anaztasia Amanda Arryn.” Avril Archer Arke slapped the man so hard that Anaztasia thought his head would tumble on the ground.

Since then, I've been waiting for you to come back in the Tower of Delsshai,' the boy answered. There's passion and persistence in this young apprentice. 'I'll make it up to you as soon as this child gets the love and cherishing he deserves.' Galindra promised, hinting a smile. Dareen could hide the blushing of his cheeks. He turned his gladness to the young babe. 'What a lovely child. What must be his name?' The sorcerer paused to think. 'Asharo,' she announced proudly. That was not the name your father gave you. It should be Menandro, after his name, and his father before him. But that name became a reflection of perversion. And you are not a product of your wicked past.

He is. As for the cardigan I doubt it's from a girlfriend's. He's always been a closet gay. Mal's just a nickname. His actual name is Malakai. Something to do with angels. He's dad's favorite child. And, he had to pull teeth to get dad's permission to go away to college. CAN you believe it?! This is dad's favorite kid? He looks like a cute little clown just sitting there.

“I know it’s soon, I just… wondered.” Something softened in his expression. He set the papers aside. “When I was younger,” he said slowly, “I used to think about what my name would’ve been if I’d been born in a pack without the curse.” “That’s… specific,” I said. He huffed a breath. “Ronan Vale. Ronan the Cursed. Ronan the Necessary Evil. It always felt like a title, not a name.” His fingers tapped a quiet rhythm on the table. “I promised myself that if I ever had a pup, their name would be the first gift I could give them that wasn’t wrapped in someone else’s fear.”

There was no better sound than to hear his voice inside my head. ‘I don’t need to use any cheesy lines,’ he continued as spiritual tears fell down my cheeks. ‘I know you know my love for you is endless. Just come back to me and we will crush all our enemies together.’ Oh, yes, I’d like that, I thought. ‘Afterwards, you and I will make lots of babies.’ I half-laughed and half-sobbed. ‘We are going to name them with exotic names like Snape and Shera, Quincy and Zelda. You like that would you?’

As he looked at the cards of the other bosses, he noticed something “His character sheets for him are not ready yet; unfortunately I will not work on these cards anymore since the game is canceled, it is a real shame. " Putting the cards back in the notebook, he leaned back slightly in his chair, and one by one he remembered the names or nicknames of his friends. Marcus, Cheo, Alan, Felix, Mecso, Jaime, Neolaris, Lalos, Ighor, Shade, Magnus, Raquel ... Remembering the names of his companions was not very difficult for him, the names of his friends were deeply etched in his mind. "It was fun, really fun ..." ♦ ♦ ♦