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"Sure, Suze?" Suzie's eyes were occupied, Darren finally made an appearance. His auburn locks were hard to miss, he was tan with dark, fiery hair and bright blue eyes. He was quite attractive, Violet might have taken an interest in him if Suzie hadn't seen him first. Then again, they were perfect for each other so maybe not, they were both loud and friendly and at times obnoxious. No two people were more suited for one another, this Violet was sure of, which was why she was a bit annoyed at him for dragging his feet with Suzie.

But her heightened hearing caught it, vibrating through her bones. Evelyn’s fingers brushed the chain beneath her shirt. The pendant pressed against her skin, hot, almost alive. Kael’s gaze dropped to it, and for the first time, his control cracked. His jaw tightened, his glow sharpened, and the growl beneath his voice trembled dangerously close to the surface. “You’ve been carrying it,” he said, low. “The lunar sigil.” Evelyn froze. “You mean this? I found it in the forest. Where the…creature stood.”

Opening his eyes as eyes scan all over just to find no sign of anyone. "What? Who's there?" Koishi whimpered, looking down at himself, covering his bottom with one hand while the other covered his chest. Right then, just to see a body appearing sitting at the edge of the bathtub. Violet short hair with the silver color earring on one side of his ear, white eyes same as the plain skin making him seem like a ghost. Koishi could see through everything that was on the opposite side of him. Wearing nothing on top, showing off the blueish tattoo with the black border of a dragon under in the sky on his chest. This only made Koishi's eyes go wide in response, making him stand on his feet.

Her eyes—bourbon-gold, heavy-lidded now—watched him watch her, lips curved in that slow, knowing smile that always made his stomach flip. Liora curled against his other side—smaller frame, porcelain-pale skin that seemed to glow in the low light. Soft, generous curves—rounded hips, full breasts with pale pink nipples, the gentle swell of her belly that rose and fell with each breath. Her violet-streaked hair fanned across his chest like spilled ink, still slightly tangled from his fingers earlier. Her eyes—storm-cloud gray with violet flecks—were half-lidded, dreamy, but fixed on him with quiet intensity. She smelled of charcoal and lavender, cool and clean, like rain on stone.

As if she was going to do anything else in front of a house decorated like a death omen. The front door creaked open before they even knocked. And a voice floated out into the dark. “If you’re bringing council politics into my woods, I’ll hex all four of you.” Gerald muttered, “Charming.” A woman stepped into the doorway. And for one long second— Violetta forgot to blink. The witch was… beautiful. Not in a soft or pretty way. In a dangerous, eerie, impossible way. Long silver-white hair fell in thick waves to her waist. Her skin was pale as moonlight. Her eyes were an unnatural shade of violet that seemed to see too much. She wore a dark green gown beneath a black cloak, and rings covered al

The slit on the side showed just enough leg to catch attention without being too much, and her collarbones glowed under the delicate shimmer Soraya had brushed onto her skin. Her hair had been swept up into a soft, elegant bun, with a few curls left loose to frame her face. Thin green ribbons, the same colour as her dress, had been woven through her dark strands, adding a subtle touch of magic. Soraya stood behind her, gently fixing the last curl and adjusting the neckline of the gown with careful fingers. “You look beautiful,” Soraya whispered, her voice filled with quiet awe. “Like a queen from one of the old stories.”

Vorga said, trying to put on the wig on her head. "Touch me with that and you will end up with glitter all over your head. Fortune be with you while you try to remove that," Aelanor giggled, snatching a glitter tube out of the pile. When Aelanor finally looked into the mirror, she could hardly recognise herself. She was draped in a vibrant kirtle and blue surcoat. A brown leather belt helped cinch her waist. Colourful, wooden beads adorned her torso, wrists and ears. Her dark brown hair was pulled back with a gold and turquoise hairband. Despite her protests, Vorga had put much rogue on the balls of her cheeks, used dark shadows on her face to change the shape of her face. It had worked, she

Easily one of the sexiest women I’ve ever seen. As she walks in, she pulls her straight, shoulder-length black hair into a messy bun, revealing her high cheekbones and bronzed skin. Her eyes are big and doe-like, framed with thick lashes, and her lips—painted a dark, nearly-black red—look like they were made for sin. I’m used to she-wolves training in barely-there clothing. Hell, I’m used to them being naked mid-shift. But Violet? She wears nonchalance like lingerie.

I must have fallen asleep, into a real deep sleep, the thing I woke up to was someone shaking me awake, it's probably one of the doctors wanting to check on Violet while I'm being in the way. "Mister, mister, let me go," a small voice says, it's not one of my doctors, I opened my eyes and was met with eyes that are a mix of blue and purple. "Violet" I whisper, her eyes are different, the treatment is working, it's changing her, and making them look more purple. "Mister, let me go," she says again, couldn't she remember me from earth. "Had nice sleep, Violet?" I ask her.

She could give Whitney a run for her money in the southern debutante category. Violet is a vision of a wet dream in this pink/peachy thing with a hem higher in the front to show off her muscular thigh, lower in the back to help showcase the tan she got today. Her arms are on full display and the lace cut outs at the top are playing peak-a-boo with her perfect cleavage. Her long hair is down – I hardly ever see it that way, but it's curly (which I've never seen) and she's got this dark stain on her lips. The stain gives me ideas about how that dark color would look smudged at the corners, or maybe smeared up and down my cock as she goes down on me. "Anthony?" Her voice is full of uncertainty,