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"Hello?" I heard Tina Green's shrill voice on the other end of the line. She sounded on the verge of tears as she shrieked, "Rowan! Miranda wants to jump off the building! S-She's having a meltdown, and she's screaming for you! She won't let anyone get close." The phone crackled with harsh static, followed by Miranda Kane's hysterical screams. "Ro, are you with Clara? Do you not want me anymore?" Her voice was so shrill that it almost pierced my eardrums. "I knew it! I knew that wretched woman…"

Each step is a hesitation, a means to peek at my boobies from the depression between my buttons that bares my breasts. I shut my eyes, too aroused to give a fuck about some weirdo acting peeping Tom. The raw need spreads from my cunt, through my lower belly… up my spine… My fucking brain! “Mr. Nero.” His cold tone breaks the sexual silence. His hard jaw fakes an obviously weird smile. He nods and walks out, leaving me alone with Enxo Macini. For what seems like forever, he doesn't speak. His footsteps get louder. The monster I awoke draws closer.

Between gritted teeth, he bit out, “Are you done, Ana?” I whispered at his ear, “ por ahora ( for now) Have fun in your boring meeting. And know that once I’ve gotten my miles in on the treadmill, I’m going to finger myself furiously.” I nipped his earlobe, smiled at the men, then strutted away knowing I was going to be in so much trouble.

“How can my mate… my mate… be my enemy? No, no, this can’t be happening. The Moon God wouldn’t do this to me!” Tears welled in her eyes, blurring her vision. She turned and ran to her room, collapsing onto her bed, burying her face in the soft covers as sobs wracked her body. “I searched for my mate… my whole life, I searched,” she choked out between cries. “And now he’s here, standing before me… but I can’t accept him. I can’t, because he’s my enemy. He came here to kill, not to claim me.”

Theo sends his regards. Elena went cold. The tape was coming. And the gala had not even started yet.

come on turn the radio on its Friday night and I won't be long I gotta peal my nails and put my high heels on it's Friday night and It won't be long till I hit the dance floor .......hit the dance floor I've gat all I need no I ain't got cash I ain't got cash but I gat you baby" Somebody pls pinch me is that Maddie singing God she has a good voice when I say good I mean a great voice I wish her soul is as good as her voice.

"I haven't seen him angry yet, and I don't plan on doing so any time soon." "Oh man you're missing out, Al," Conner sighed dreamily. "The man's a sex god when he starts raging." "Conner's right," Nikki nodded in agreement. "The couple of times he's been mad at me have been the most invigorating experiences in my life." "Y'all are weird," I chuckled, shaking my head at their comments.

I sang wholeheartedly as I did the headbang, my face twisting and turning up and down and side to side while the expressions on my face changes, showing my emotions that would turn from angry to happy and to sad. "Do Do! Remiii! Faso la ti...do!" I ended it with my right hand on the air and my head glancing up above, eyes closed. Omg, I just did it! I don't know if I sounded alright since I don't really know how to sing but I'm glad I tried! I do hope he didn't hear me—!! "Pfft." I jumped out of surprise and looked at my side, spotting Neal standing at the doorway while holding his stomach, trying to stop himself from bursting into laughter.

Mandy said but I just groaned. "I can't do anything about it she's already made up her mind the wedding is in a few days and I don't know if I'm gonna survive Mandy and Calvin is mad at me and won't pick up my calls, could things get any worse? " I said. "Quinn? " I saw Noemie walking towards me unfortunately she did get out of jail and she's wearing a wig probably she can't get the dye off yet, she took away my phone and tosses it in a trash can.

Arah and Gildeon chuckled together. ******* A blare of trumpets echoed from the street, followed by the rhythmic pound of drums. Arah winced slightly at the noise. The festival band was passing by—majorettes twirling their batons, lyre players in uniform glinting under the sun, and drummers hitting their instruments like they were trying to crack the pavement. The sound bounced off establishments, as though it was happening right inside her ears.