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So she nicknamed her as Dama. Much of what she remembered was The Dama's admiration for nature, as it was all so beautiful and colorful that it sometimes irritated her. But she ignored it. She watched Dame harvest flowers, feeling the life of each one to esvaite in her hands. She loved to see the green wires coming through her fingers, feeding her body and making the magic flow. She loved to see the death of the most beautiful thing in the world, in her opinion. She saw all that, over and over and over again... But she couldn't get tired, it was beautiful, interesting and... something else she couldn't say.

”Dami, meet my wife Kayla. The genuine smile on Dami’s face completely blew me away. Unlike Asher, she looked like a bright blooming sunflower in a beautiful garden. Her beauty wasn't lacking either with her long blonde wavy hair and her pretty silver eyes. “It’s a pleasure to finally meet you, Kayla.” She said as she shook my hand softly. “I’m sorry I didn't visit earlier to welcome you into our small family.” I returned her smile. “I’m really happy to meet you as well. You’re nothing like Mr grouchy Mean Toad over here.”

"Good day everyone, hope you guys are having a splendid day as I am " He smiled and just at that moment noise erupt from everyone mostly from the girls in the room. "How stupid " Serena suddenly said, she didn't seem to understand what the girls in their school see in James he is not even handsome enough to be compared to Golden Smith who is biracial. "Show off"

’ I know you could say I am overhyping myself but you are free to see the way it seems to fit with what you think but I have to say this, I feel special and lucky to find love in his sight. Seeing myself in terms of beauty with Melissa, she is another epitome of beauty and I could tell she is more beautiful and has more curves than me, I think she has the edge here with the way everything about her is moderate, her ass bouncing trice at just a single step she takes. I can't compare myself with her when it comes to beauty. When she smiled at Damian as she leaned in and placed her lips on his, her smile was so luring and seducing. It could easily get a gentleman in the mood to unzip his trouse

Date = 31 October Place = San Francisco (Reaper venue) POV - Damion I swing her lightly onto the dance floor, a playful spin that ends with her pressed right in front of me. Face-to-face with the 5-foot-4, heart-stopping, stubborn-as-hell beauty. The kind of woman who could ruin a man with a look and then ask him why he’s bleeding. The music hasn’t even started yet, but the air between us already feels thick — like the room’s holding its breath.

Of course, I declined at first, reminding him that I have my own money but he insisted and I caved 'cause who I am to decline such blessing? “Hi, I'm Meredith. How can I assist you today ma'am?” “I want three pairs of your store's most expensive shoes in size six and color red, black, and white” “Well, erm… Aren't you going to cho—” “I trust you. Now, go and make it fast I have to be somewhere.” I said making a shooing motion with my hand while my eyes were still glued to the hurrying form of Matias. “You can make your pay—”

Something's not adding up' Amaria thought. “ Don't worry, we will help this town, and we will get rid of that daemon boar” Amaria said, the elderly lady smiled and nodded slowly as she stood up and said,“ thank you” and left the room. “ Are you out of your mind? ” Dove asked Amaria. “ Why would you promise her that? How are you so sure we are going to get rid of the Daemon boar?” Dove asked again. “ I just told her what she wanted to hear,” Amaria replied and sighed.

She was by far the most beautiful woman I have ever set my eyes upon. She smiled when she saw us. “Damian.” She called as she batted her long lashes seductively. I could feel Damian’s reaction was that of shock. Who is she and how does she know him, or this place. “Ana.” Damian finally uttered. She is Ana????? The Ana that betrayed him and planned to kill him?? It felt so unreal. The same lady I was praising for her angelic beauty turns out to be a crazy wench. People say you can’t judge a book by its cover, they are right.

Moments later i Burst through the door to the rooftop ready to put myself under the mercy of Damian spears. I scanned around for Damian since he left before me, when i finally saw him, he had his whole mouth down another woman's throat. She looked exactly like the kind of woman he would be spotted with,a blonde tall and slender. Her dress was modestly sexy, a flowing sheath of creamy satin that contrasted beautifully with her olive skin. She looked like a fucking super model. She was the kind of woman he should have married not me. He was kissing her like his life depended on it. I was irritated wondering did he do this on purpose to humiliate me. Closing my eyes i gathered up my composure,

In the virus snow, losing heat from their bodies until ultimately falling unconscious was exceptionally simple. After everybody had eaten wheat porridge, the witches gathered their packs and began moving along. As per Cara's guess, the supposed Doors of Misery, was as a matter of fact, the doorway to the Blessed Mountain. The Congregation purposely changed its name to Damnation to keep the witches from tracking down the Sacred Mountain. As per the Old Books, they expected to cross a sum of three stone entryways, the last line before the savage terrains. As a rule, they were concealed somewhere down in the ground, just during the blood moon, would the stone doors rise to the top. After they h