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She laughed and thought to herself "my weakness is teachers". -Well, I already told you my whole life story. Of course, when she told her life story she didn't include Gabriel. -Well look my life is not that interesting it is very common I have a family that does not live here my family is European I came to visit this country and I stayed here my family is a very traditionalist family they come from time to time to see me and I also go there from time to time I have two more brothers they live with my parents and I am a professor at several universities, so as you see my life is not very interesting.

I nodded, not showing how disappointed I was. One thing about him is that whenever he is angry, he overworks and I don't like it. I watched at the trees as baba driver revved up the car to life and drove into the lonely city of Abuja. The late hour sun was a bit harsh on my tender skin, the skin I took time to nurture. The weather changes easily, I vividly remembered when my cousin Khadija told me it is freezing. The house stood out different from the way I knew it. The house was painted and a giant gate replaced the old one.

The king, Elowen Goldstein (for short), often required his help if there was information needed or someone must 'disappear'. No one knew his past. And when he picked us up that was because of his reasons. Not a sign of goodwill. Nonetheless, he took care of us. There’s a lot that he didn't tell us. Although, we didn't ask either. We became a family and that was enough. What more could we wish for? * After finishing all preparations our things were moved to Lilium St., and we arrived at house nr.13 at noon. Some creatures still roamed the streets. It was rare to see somebody still awake at this hour, but I guess we should get used to it with the approaching coronation.

Erick, are you holding up okay? I inhaled deeply, fighting the bitter taste rising in my throat. "I'm good. Thanks, Joshua." I ended the call, my hands shaking as I opened my email. Photo after photo, each one a knife twisting in my heart. There they were, kissing in front of Lovan Art Hall, embracing by the Sennel Riverbank, laughing amidst the lavender fields of Provalle. In one snapshot, Yoel's arms were wrapped around Sheila, their fingers intertwined and resting gently on her belly. There was a caption written underneath.

|To my readers, this chapter is a bit extreme as it contains BDSM and torture. Feel free to skip this if it makes you uncomfortable.| Ava's POV Whatever we did in the first round was child's play. This time, my hands were bound above my head while on my knees as Davin circled me for a while. “Look at me, Ava.” He commanded but I kept my gaze down, my lips curving a bit when I knew what being defiant would get me.

The apartment smelled faintly of motor oil and fresh coffee, the kind of lived-in scent that clung to Zean’s clothes after long days fixing units for people who couldn’t afford downtime in this heat. The wall AC was gutted—wires spilling like entrails, compressor panel open on the floor—and the room felt like the inside of an oven despite the two box fans wheezing in opposite corners.

She also has a beautiful pussy indeed. It was easy to refuse girls back then. Lila was exactly right that many beautiful girls had tried to offer one night, to be my fuck buddy, fling, and even more. Most of them my age, some are younger, some confessed as virgin and wanted me to take their first time. It was tempting, yes. But then again, I always have the idea of my profession in mind. Plus I have a girlfriend. The next morning, Lila Stanguard lying on her bed naked was the first thing I saw. My cock hardened by just watching her. She looked like a goddess.

The air in the cramped apothecary back room was thick enough to taste, a cloying mix of dried feverfew, sharp ozone, and pure, undiluted hatred. Zara, the human clinic’s head physician, had her hands planted flat on the scarred wooden table, her knuckles white. Across from her, Ronan, the lead mender for the city’s shifter coven, leaned against a shelf of trembling crystal vials, a smirk playing on his lips that made her want to commit acts of profound violence.

replied Zed "Hmm why are you saying all that?" Said Vania, who understood nothing. "I am going to tell you a story which is quite singular." said Zed Vania bent her leg over the other. "Ok go ahead, I'm all ears!" said Vania "This woman is really hysterical" introduces Zed. In a few succinct sentences, Zed told Vania the whole Micmac. She listened with her mouth slightly open. The look she wore inspired frustration "Damn I don't believe it!" she grumbled

It was understandable. Gerald fell in love with his baby girl and bought her heaven on earth. She was his precious one, that's what he told me, she was the gift Fiona had left him. Only about a month after Fiona's death and the birth of Tititola, tragedy struck again. The overly excited father was involved in a ghastly motor accident on third mainland bridge, owing to brake failure, his car was destroyed beyond repair and his body was never found. It was all over the news, the tragic deaths of a beautiful couple only a month apart. People speculated that they could not stay apart from each other for so long, that was why Gerald's supposed death wasn't too far apart from his wife's. In the sp