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Still I thought of giving it a try. "Yeah I am coming no worries." I said and smiled seeing that my one sentence made her grin like crazy. Oh! The things i do to make my best friend happy. Our friendship is quite weird when you think about it. Jen is into fashion and make up while I am not. She likes everything to be messy while i like it neat. The number of differences does not decrease only increase. For example, i am a brunette while she is blonde. She has blue eyes but I have hazel eyes like my father. I know that is just external difference and no one really cares.

I choked out. “Its okay, don’t apologize for crying, everyone cries.” “But you don’t even know the reason I’m crying like a lunatic, I could have just killed someone” I retorted weakly She chuckled “No offense, you don’t look like a killer, even with the gun poking me, I don’t get those vibes from you” “What vibes do I give off?” I was curious She leaned back and regarded my wet face with her warm eyes “You give off vibes like a person who’s going through a lot right now”

I mumbles tears running down my face ***********************

There had been times he had fallen asleep while reading, but luckily no one noticed the missing books before he managed to put it back. At night he would go watch the blacksmith teach his apprentice. The old man went by the name Gregorius, but everyone just called him Grumpy Greg. He obviously didn't like this, but didn't complain openly about it. The kid was called Kyle, and was constantly verbally abused by his master. Will had even heard Kyle complain about the customers teasing him as well.

Beneath was a sleek black combat suit, snug and ready for action. Off went the heels, and from beneath the car, I drew an iron rod, prepped and waiting. The air cracked with gunfire. I dodged swiftly, a bullet grazing my ear. The first attacker lunged. I swung the rod and cracked his wrist, the snap of bone loud in the air. The second fired. I dove and charged, driving the rod deep into his gut. The third came at me from the side, but I caught his arm and flipped him over my shoulder.

James asked as he looked at the wrapped package. “Open it and find out.” He smiled as James started ripping the paper off and unfolded the leather vest. “What does it say?” “That’s a phoenix rising from the ashes, same as my jacket. But below it, it says, ‘Blood of Wrath’. That means every biker that sees it will know you’re my son,” he said. James looked up at him, his eyes glistening. “Really?” “Whenever we go to events like today, you can wear it and people will know exactly who you are.” He could feel that tug of emotions in his chest and when he looked up, Jenna was smiling brightly, he could feel that in his soul too.

Anything that has to do with this man is bad. A black Maserati car drives into the underground parking lot. The car stops and Reynold gets down from his car. He's wearing a blue suit. He runs his fingers through his hair and shuts his car door. He's rich, now I'm wondering what he's gonna need 15,000 dollars for? He's literally a Billionaire who runs a fetish club before he got busted. He sells girls to wealthy men. He's a scum that walks this Earth. It hurts that he's hot. " Lauren Gray." He says with a coy smile as he approaches me.