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She made his skin crawl as how she behaves looks pathetic in all ways to him. "Damn weak humans" he pouted and hissed. Still, in his ample thoughts he heard a sound like someone was falling, the sound was not quite loud but he heard it because of his high hearing senses. He then quickly shifted his gaze upward, the sight he saw made him twitch his brow and then knit them.

stuck between two men, one is perfect for me and the other is an embodiment of chaos. I knew I should run from the chaos, but how can I do that when it is all my heart wants? '' No, I have to try, I have to do my best to run from the chaos, Manny is a good man and I can not hurt him like that,'' I said to myself. '' Earth to Isabella, penny for your thoughts, What are you even thinking about,'' Manny called out to me, bringing my attention back to him. '' Sorry, I was just thinking of how perfect you are,'' I said, smiling, and Manny blushed.

Old lady was still crazy. ***

He can't remember when it came or if they even talked last night. He quickly looked at the cellphone and he could almost throw it away when he saw the message for Danica, how many times did he repeat to himself that he could not let any of his emotion. But because of his strange addiction to the woman, he will probably go crazy before he can avoid it at all. “Fuck! What have you’ve done, Jiro?” He remorsefully asked himself, at least one he still doesn't remember what he did in front of Danica or if he said anything. How would he now deal with the woman with pride?

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M My voice cracked on his name…the first time I’d ever said it without venom. Ethan kept going. He flipped me onto my stomach without uncuffing me, the cuffs twisting, arms crossed above my head. His actions made me understand he doesn't care, he just wants revenge! He dragged my hips up, shoved a pillow under them, and entered me from behind in one smooth thrust. A cry tore out of my throat. He set a punishing rhythm, one hand fisted in my hair, the other gripping my hip hard enough to leave marks. “Every time you called me pathetic,” he growled in my ear, “I thought about bending you over just like this.”

"Do you want to play?" "I don't even know your name." "You don't need it. You just need to say yes." Steffinny said yes before she let herself think twice. She signed her divorce papers and by midnight she was blindfolded in a room she'd stumbled into by accident, letting a masked stranger touch her like she was worth wanting. She didn't need his name. She needed to forget six years of a marriage that had taught her to disappear. So she went back. Again. And again — until the mask came off, and the voice on the other side belonged to the one man she'd sworn to never let near her again: Damian Cross, the boss who once made her feel small enough to quit. Now he's offering her a deal. Her

Translation: he didn’t want to be inconvenienced. I get blunt and straight yo the point. “This is a broken record, and I’m done with it. We were a stupid, messy ass fling, and I’m not interested in rewinding back to that part of my life. I’m done with it, and I am done with you.”

"I'll leave you to it then." I turned immediately, not waiting for a response from him. "Stupid annoying bastard." I cussed under my breath, "Infuriating." So infuriating. I'd never met anyone more infuriating in my entire life!

One hit, and I’m back to original manufacturer settings, wondering who I am and why my cheeks feel like they’ve been kissed by a brick. “Get back to your senses, you pathetic, hollow, brain-dead waste of space. A useless, shivering, white-skinned animal with the personality of a damp carpet and the spine of a jellyfish. You’re an annoying, taintless, blood-feeding parasite who brings nothing to the table but noise and disappointment. You’re a walking, non-breathing mistake, a loud-mouthed, empty-headed clown who couldn’t find his own reflection in a mirror. You are a disgusting, entitled, low-tier glitch in the system, a non-sweaty, unwashed excuse for an animal who makes anyone in a room wi