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Damien would definitely leave the house but might end up getting stuck in traffic for the rest of the night, so he decided against it. At about two am, Jacob began feeling a pleasant pressure on his groin. He had sleepily opened his to see Bianca grinding her bare core on his clothed hardness. He had jerked his head up while his eyes widened like saucers as realization dawned on him. She was just putting on the t-shirt he had given her to change into. He had also given her some shorts but she wasn’t wearing them as she straddled him, her hands grasping her breasts as she moaned loudly.

Do whatever it takes, but get me the file I want Angel. Hazel switched off the screen and sighed out heavily Even if she felt bad for Tobias Ashford, she was still going to ruin him. Because it was between her conscience and freedom. And she had chosen freedom. Every. Damn. Time.

he smiled but Old Xhagreb knew that he was trying to say something but chose to keep quiet instead. "Are you sure, Zanea?" the voice of being suspicious sounded in the room and Zanea suddenly felt his cold sweat as he felt nervous. Kram noticed that Zanea was uncomfortable to Xhagreb's sudden atmosphere and he tapped the old man to his shoulder. "It's alright, Xhagreb, he may be tired and worried," he smiled and told Zanea that he could leave in peace. "I'm sorry, Abu," he whispered and went outside to find out some angels were out there trying to get some information, a gossip.

The room was stinky but they continue finding things that could help them for the investigation. Angelic looked down the bed where Anika slept for three nights. There was a weird ambience she felt, she took up the pillow and saw a candy under it. “William, look at this.” William came over the bed and observed the candy. It was not a typical candy, there were holes inside, perhaps the rat beside ate it. They thought that it was just a newly manufactured candy, but they wondered why the rat died and its body was almost torn into pieces. Angelic took the candy and found that it was like a capsule, she tried to split it into two halves and a dust like particles came out from the candy. William t

Gin said with a slight chuckle. Wanton nodded in agreement, "The younger generation sure gives an old man hope for the future." He looked over his shoulder, "you two, come with me, it's time we started the show," two 8ft tall, chubby, bald-headed men with long brown beards stood from their seat. These two are the guardians of Stardust City, trump cards Xasha had hoped to never reveal for centuries to come. The two looked up at Wanton's prompt and disappeared soon after, "You know your rolls," Wanton said addressing Gin and the others then vanished.

ANGEL'S POV Angel put into her mouth the drug that was given to her by the man she had met for less than a second; in other words, the young man was still a stranger to her. But she couldn't resist his teasing and drugs. Angel didn't think anymore because, in these situations, now that she's drowning in sadness, the only thing on his mind is, How can she escape from this sadness? But no one can ever escape sadness because, with every step we take, we cannot avoid carrying this sadness.Angel swallowed it because she didn't understand when she looked into Daem's eyes.

Vincenzo ⋅•⋅⊰∙∘∘∙⊱⋅•⋅ Cocaine... My fingers tingled with a mixture of rage and disgust as I stared down at the packet of cocaine in my hand. The goddamn white powder, the fucking angel dust, the shit that ruined lives. She was in that room to snort this crap. I'd known she was trouble, but I hadn't expected this.

Celina replied too quickly. Annoyed that he had to bring up the girl's name. "What do you mean she's not here?" West asked, confused. Greg sighed inwardly. He had seen enough of Mr West's daughters for tonight and made to politely tell him that he would meet her some other time when... "Ah, there she is." West said, obviously excited at seeing his third daughter. Sighing again, Greg absently turned to see whoever she was. Time stood still and his breath got caught in his chest when he beheld the angelic young woman that paused on the stairs some distance away from them, her eyes scanning the room looking for someone...looking for him, he wished, to his own surprise.

I fake-smiled, before turning around and making my way over to the kitchen to get something to eat, stomping my feet to tell him I'm angry at him. I was sure he was trying to hide his smile by turning his head down when I saw him before entering the kitchen. I humphed. "Not here, not here and not here as well." I murmured as u closed the last cabinet. "Does this guy even keeps nutella? Ugh! What a boring guy?!" "I heard that Angel!" I heard his voice from his room. He sure had sharp ears. Perhaps, he was a werewolf? OMG, if that is true that would be so cool.

Our souls are where our good and bad intentions lie. “You don't want that sweetheart that’s for the humans. If you want to feel like you're up in the air surrounded by purple skies, then you want Sparkle.” Ghost looks over his table, and when his eyes land on shimmering pink dust. “You snort it like cocaine. Have you done that before, sweetheart?” “No, but you can show me.” She rubs his thigh again as she leans a little more into him, allowing her breasts to touch him lightly.