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In real life, a man has to work and exert effort to make himself perfect for the woman he desires and this is something that us, women, should enuinely appreciate. By the way, Pierre is wearing a blank tank top, which insanely looks good on him. Wait, did Pierre ever wear something that didn't look good on his physique? I bet none, and Pierre will never look bad with any attire. I looked around the venue and realized that most of Pierre's minions are men. There are a few women, but some look like they are lesbians, while others are more caught up with training than staring at their hot superior. "From your recent mission, I observed that you're lacking when it comes to combat fighting. You'r

Everyone in my family knew me as a tattletale. I had one simple rule in life—I refused to endure even the tiniest bit of unfairness. When I was three, my uncle sneaked a slice of my apple pie. That night, I marched straight to my grandpa's bedside, burst into tears, and told him exactly what had happened. The next morning, my uncle ended up getting whacked by Grandpa with his cane, under the excuse that he had left the house without saying goodbye. By the time I was eight, I had learned that Christmas was another excellent opportunity to report suspicious behavior. When my cousin secretly stuffed all the presents into the cabinet, I immediately went to my aunt and whispered the whole stor

“Terribly. And I decided to go check up on my wife and kids.” I stared at him in disbelief. “So, in conclusion, while every other man in that room was practically drooling over me, you just—what? Felt nothing?” Ace met my gaze, dark and unreadable. “That’s exactly what I’m telling you.” I opened my mouth. Then closed it. Then opened it again—because, seriously, what kind of psychopath watches a woman dance like that and feels nothing? Before I could voice my frustration, a muffled argument echoed from one of the rooms upstairs.

I noticed that Jessica started to walk jiggly but I am assured she can still control herself while Chandler stands still as one of the most alcohol-tolerant people I know. "Hey, Fawn, let us know if we should be already leaving, you've got an essay to do, right?" Jessica asked with sleepy eyes yet still energetic. "No, we could stay longer, I've finished the essay before Charlie came," I said, smiling like an idiot. "That shit head," Chandler stated with her siren eyes. "The audacity to tell you he still loves you, disgusting," Jessica rolled her eyes. "Well screw him, he's not healthy for me," I said then bottomed up the bottle of beer I was holding. "That's our girl!" Chandler shouted and

Another one roared. "Can someone call security?" The others suggested. "Don't worry, ladies. I'll handle this." They all looked satisfied when a man walked towards Marionne. He looked like in his mid-40s, yet still, look formidable and elegant. "I know you, Marionne, right?" Marianne felt like he was showered with ice-cold water. The man in front of him was the father of Ava. "Uhm—yes—yes, sir." He struggled to answer.

She stares at him waiting till he retorts. Slam! The door slams opens, Aiden and Riley turns to their eyes widens on astonishment when five men marches in and the last one locks the door from the inside, they stand straight together watching the other two on the opposite side. "Destroy everything in here," one of the five men orders and the others walk to their separate ways in the small room. "If you dare, pull that down," Aiden steps forward glaring at the person who touches the frame of Mintz's achievement.

I BECAME A GAY BECAUSE WOMEN ARE SCUM. “ I have heard of stories how a man will love a woman and do everything a woman will really want a man to do for her and at the end of the day, she will end up lying to him, cheating on him, and thereafter breaking up with her.” Jefsexy explains as the whole crowd now pays full attention to him.

Just a half-dozen staggering steps and he was on my brother. Fights in real life aren’t the slick, choreographed events they show in movies. They’re ugly, sloppy, primal things. Punches were thrown and there was a lot of yelling and grunting and panting. My father was a big man, and, drunk or not, the outcome was never in doubt. He grabbed my brother by the shoulders and slammed him against the wagon. Matt’s neck caught the edge of the metal tub and his head snapped awkwardly. My father grabbed him by the shirt and pulled him up. Matt’s head flopped bonelessly from side-to-side until his assailant let him drop to the wet sand.

An older woman came down the stairs, and I couldn't have been happier to see an adult. “Sam, Sunny, what did I say about letting strangers into the house?" She said looking at me. One of the boys spoke up, “You didn't say anything about not letting them in, if they gave us money." They waved the hundred dollar bills I gave them and smiled widely at their mum. They looked like a handful. She just shook her head and turned back to me. “I'm Aunt Kathy. Who are you?" “Hugh.... Hugh Jacob. Beta, Blood Moon Pack."

" I watched as Yuna abruptly clenched her fingers around her phone. Her knuckles were stark white. She opened her mouth to speak, but was interrupted by the buzzing of her phone. It was a message from Joe. "I just received news that the federal office is going to reopen the investigation into the case from back then. Yuna, I'm afraid they'll find out about me." Yuna inhaled sharply when she read the text, squashing the minuscule amount of hesitation she felt. "Don't worry. I'll get Finn to surrender himself tomorrow," she replied.