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“Thanks for trying to cheer me up, Val. You’re the best.” Then he was gone, jogging back toward the club. I sat there in stunned silence, my cheek still tingling from where he’d touched me. I slammed my palms against the steering wheel, the horn blaring briefly before I caught myself. A couple walking past my car jumped, startled, then hurried away when they saw my face. You can’t unfriend-zone yourself once a man put you in that category, right? God, I was pathetic.

The other two will undergo a surgery tomorrow. “Peachy.” I walked towards Peachy and inserted my hand through the gap of the cage. She closed her eyes when my hand touched her head. I gently pet her. Peachy has a hernia and her owners have decided to remove it. “Do you feel okay, little girl?” Peachy just made a cute sound which made me giggle. Oh, this pug is such a cutie! I turned to Hachiko, the husky, who has a heart defect. Every time he gets too excited, he faints.

"kiwi,ginger,peach,apple,strawberry,shit shit shit" Ok so older habbits are harder to shake. My upstairs neighbor begins to smack her floor with what sounds like a broom stick and yell at me to shut the -insert non fruity expletive here-up.I slowly calm down as my adrenalin subsides and start to think 'hey,this isn't so bad after all'.Im like a 5ft 6" slender (BONY) cloud gliding around about six feet in the air.I do a quick summersault and even my hair is gracefully fanned out around me.This is straight up surreal,Im surely still asleep.This is nothing but an all too vivid dream.

The sweet taste of her swirled in my tongue I released her nipples, relishing in the moan that escaped her mouth I chuckled “ hold on peach , I will give you what you want” I moved my hips my length teasing at the entrance of her V I reached into the drawer clumsily searching for a condom. I slipped it on, hurriedly.

At the hospital, the doctor examined me and cleaned the wound. A blood test revealed traces of a mild sedative in my system. The police later confirmed that the same substance had been found in the food at my apartment. There was no denying it—when Sylvie lost control, she was terrifying. The cut on my face wasn't long, but it was deep. As the doctor applied medication, he spoke with a frown. "You need to be careful with this. Your facial nerves were already compromised from your previous injury. You're lucky the wound didn't go deeper. If it had… not even the best plastic surgeon could have helped you."

"Ms. Shaw, this is all my fault. I had foolishly placed the wrong person in that position. Please don't be upset." When Lucas saw Gordon grovel so desperately, he finally realized just how massive a mistake he had made. He finally realized that the powerful backer he had always relied on was nothing in front of this woman. "M-Ms. Shaw…" Lucas crawled toward me and reached for my leg, looking akin to a maggot wriggling across the floor. "I was wrong. I failed to recognize who you were. Please, have mercy. Let me go just this once." I tried my best to weather the agonizing pain shooting through my right knee as I looked down at him.

Since I hadn't responded, he'd sent me a barrage of mind-link messages, full of threats and unreasonable demands. [Scarlett Hayes, Amber Collins is fine. The pack physician checked her and said she was just weak from the Blood Moon ritual and getting overly emotional. It's not a big deal, but her soul is quite fragile, so she can't handle any more stress. You have to take responsibility for this!]

I only hope that you remember the version of me when I was young and willing to climb the cherry tree to pluck you cherries. I placed the letter into the drawers. I looked up to see Cyrus looking at the cherry tree branch. He said with a little jealousy, "If you like cherries, I'll get the gardener to change all of our roses to cherry trees. We'll have flowers in spring, fruits in summer, wine in autumn, and jam in winter forever." I hugged him and said with a smirk, "Do I hear a pang of jealousy?" Cyrus tapped me on my nose, replying with a smile, "Whose fault is that?"

Classic Elaine fashion. “Oh, and Elaine?” I call after her. She turns halfway, eyes glossy with crocodile tears. “Tell your friend Zain next time he wants to screw someone’s life, maybe he should make sure he’s not the one being used.” She blinks. The door slams. My mother sets the teapot down with a sigh. “That was… harsh.” I nod, picking up a cup of tea on the breakfast tray and swirling the tea with my spoon. “So is betrayal.”