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In fact, there was a whole shelf dedicated to romance, so someone in the house must be a fan. Not Xavier though, she couldn’t see him reading anything so frivolous. Perhaps something dry about the history of werewolves or war amongst the paranormal race… that seemed more his style, not romance even if he did totally fit the mold of asshole-alpha-male-who-needed-bringing-down-a-peg-or-two perfectly. Her lips quirked as she headed for the door. There was that word again. Asshole. It just seemed to slide so perfectly through the mind when she thought of him. Unfortunately, her over-active imagination didn’t stop there.

It even gave birth to another mysterious fanpage. Some people actually started shipping Mandy, Lana, and Xander together! In their make-believe world, Lana assumed the role of the king while Mandy and Xander were her two "mistresses". While the fanpage continued to grow, Liam was fuming in front of his computer. What the hell was going on here? He didn't mind when Lana and Mandy went on a trip since it was impossible for their ship to happen in real life. But where did this Xander come from?

Cara whispers. "Can't blame them, we do make the hottest fake couple on social media," Xander says before he captures her lips into his, as he had wanted to do since he saw her in that blue dress. Like that Cara becomes brain dead. ~~~ WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT THIS CHAPTER?

Images of meeting with Faceless and my mission flashed in my head also as I pulled yelled in rage, pulling the trigger till my gun clicked empty. . . . . TBC ©️Perry Trey (Author Peller) 2021.

And now, she wanted nothing to do with them. The whispers and chatter all around him felt like slap after slap to the face. Had he really been wrong about her all along? The moment that thought crossed his mind, Mr. Xander quickly crushed it, his expression darkening. “Stop overthinking,” he snapped quietly, not sure if he was talking to his wife or trying to convince himself. * Elsewhere, Xena was accompanying Felix as he mingled with friends. A group of young men nearby were chatting about the same topic.

My phone buzzed again. Xavier: > You’re famous again. I didn’t answer right away. Then typed back: Me: > I was always famous. You just caught up. Three dots. Then: Xavier: > Can’t lie. The matching outfits are growing on me. Me: > You mean growing on your followers. Xavier: > They like us. Me: > They like the idea of us. There was a pause before his next reply. Xavier: > Same thing in this world.

Secret do lurk behind this walls. 😈 😈 😈 😈 #TBC_ #Inspired by Mean Girls A/N: someone should guess who’s causing this chaos and mischief mysteriously? Review your thoughts on the this episode, don’t forget to check out my other stories on W*****d. “The wrath of XIN” and “The vampire’s Luna”. Hope you guys enjoy this episode, if you do then comment.

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Yet none of them was to end the endless romance. Xandra had never been with a man. She doesn't have any experience but she relaxes with masturbation. Next morning she woke up tossing to the other side when she saw her clothes scattered on the floor, the skirt and the blouse, her bra and undies. Last night she had a dream of having oral sex with Darby Rothschild... her arrogant boss. Could it be true? He would never even kiss her. Her day dreamings with him are getting way too extra that he is coming in her dreams at night.

He kept on daydreaming anyway. “Xander?” Xiao called, “You seem lost in your own world,” she laughed, “what are you thinking?” Xander’s face heated up as he pursed his lips and lied, “Ah, just for the future examinations! I’m quite troubled as I haven’t reviewed anything yet,” he then scratched the back of his neck, showing his shy smile once again. It was an indication of him making some stories. In fact, he already reviewed and so, he’s confident he’d be acing all his exams.