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Virginia is definitely tongue tied, "what does this mean?" I know what Virginia means by this question, "this means.. I am devoted to you. And only you. My love. My everything. My mate." I am rewarded with the most stunningly beautiful, blinding, room-lighting smile I have ever seen in my life. "No Bethany?" Virginia is breathless. "No Bethany." I confirm. "No baby?" This question tears at my heart. "I don't know.." I whisper painfully. "What?" Shock laces her tone.

"God, you're still in love with her, aren't you?" I didn't answer fast enough, and Virginia's eyes flashed dangerously. "That's it. I'm done with this bullshit." She stormed into the living room, and I heard her on the phone immediately. "Yes, hello? This is Virginia Paraguz, future Luna of the Fang Forest Pack. I need to book the Grandeur Hall for my wedding reception... What do you mean it's already reserved?" I sank onto the couch, already knowing where this was headed. "I don't care who booked it first!" Virginia's voice pitched higher. "Do you know who I am? Do you know who my mate is? This is the event of the season!"

I shrug. “Okay, I like her.” she points to me and looks at Rhea. “I’m Veronica by the way. Veronica Ryan. Grade B.” “Grade?” I raise a brow, confused. “A Grade basically tells how dangerous a person is. And before you ask, the difference between A’s and B’s is that A’s have committed murder.” “But mine is asterisked?” “It’s never been given before but I’m guessing it means numerous counts of murder.” Yeah. That makes sense.

Alexander smirked as he stood and was now nose to nose with Vic. The dark confident man took his index finger and placed it firmly under her chin. “I want you Victoria Bura…although I have heard you prefer Vic. And then of course, there are those that call you the ghost.” he finished in an almost calm whisper. Vic’s pupils looked like they were almost breathing with the amount of blood being pumped through her body from the mixture of physical threat and unspoken truth.

“Viktor Volkov.” ACCESS DENIED. Her fingers twitched. She tried again. “Volkov Estate Holdings.” Files appeared. Five of them. Most were blank or heavily redacted. But one wasn’t. Her pulse climbed. Her hands trembled as she opened it. VOLKOV ESTATE — TRANSFER & RESTRUCTURE Date: October 17th, 2019 Receiving Corporation: Knight Global Enterprises Signed: Damian R. Knight | Viktor Volkov Her breath caught in her throat.

Her name: Elara Vale. The convent called it an external placement program. An act of gratitude for his generous donations. But Damien knew the truth. It was a transaction. And it intrigued him far more than he’d like to admit. A virgin. A girl who had never been touched, never spoken to a man without a prayer on her lips. A girl who would blush at bare ankles, tremble at coarse language, and bow her head when addressed. She would be his maid. Damien wasn’t a man of faith. But he had rituals of his own. And breaking this one would be deliberate. Exquisite.

It was why Mom always told Celine and me, since we were kids, that we could date, but we had to protect our virtue before marriage. "Marriage is like a second chance at life," Mom would say earnestly. "Men would always claim that they don't mind, but in reality, every single one of them wants to marry a blushing virgin. It's why the two of you have to protect your virtue. Don't blame me for disowning you if you don't." I tried to convince Celine to come clean to Mom while we were on our way home from Jeffrey's house. I hadn't expected her to tell me that she was still a virgin because she slept with Jeffrey in a non-traditional way.

"When's dad getting home?" "He's on a buisness trip, remember?" Mona replied with a fake smile, rubbing her leg against Mark's under the table as she spoke- a seduction technique she had mastered as each year advanced on the calendar, and as did the numbers of affairs she had successfully obtained. But Mark payed no attention to the manoeuvre, for his hand was slowly inching towards the pale, petite girl's leg beside him.

he stretched his neck. “I think that's a disadvantage of being a Virgin, I think, not knowing how to combine that kind of thing”I crossed one leg over the other. When Dalton heard the word "Virgin" I could have sworn I saw that he bit his lower lip a bit. He kept going through my documents almost knocking them over on his desk. "I'm so sorry, America. Perfect, I know what you came to tell me. That he was not interested in my resume, that on another occasion he might have better luck and those kinds of things that a company tells you so as not to tell you directly that you did not qualify for that vacancy.

Many birthdays have come and passed, my baby is finally starting to develop a big side too, the thing with us, with our planet we agreed with the humans on taking them not to just fulfil being our little who is raised and growing up to be one of us, they are also our mates, our other half, we love them, we love them having a little side, always. Violet is now the big age of fifteen, fifteen, I feel so old right now, I've been trying my best to get her to come over, I've spent seventeen years just trying to finish my business to get to this point, now that she's old enough for me to actually leave her and get back to my business, I don't want to do it.