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He was angry and frustrated. Jeremy jumped from the sofa and shifted to a werewolf. Jeremy turn down the bar as he growled in anger,he unleashed his anger on the living room. The coach was a mess and the television laid on the ground broken into pieces,the glass table shattered into pieces which spread around the living room like wildfire. Jeremy broke down on the tered sofa he wept.

-Help fool, you talk to me about helping, you destroyed me in the worst way, you don't deserve to live, sama akk souléne dalé doubakh, you are disgusting, sooner or later you will pay for what you give me you did, Abdou, you stole the most precious thing in me, I had promised myself to keep it until marriage, what am I going to say to my family, you destroyed my life, my future, you destroyed my life and that of my future offspring, I am no longer a virgin, what man would want to marry me, I am soiled, you have soiled me Abdou, do you have no heart, how can you do this to me without my consent, you are despicable, wicked, I don't even know what to tell you, you are unspeakable, you are the w

I am damaged. I never loved you. You're were a mistake. "Fuckkkk! Me!" Fuck. Fuck. I barked out and grabbed hold of my head, and banged it on the steering wheel. I am just like her! Cold. Heartless. Evil. Monster.

"Do you think I'm stupid? I know what you're trying to do!" "What am I trying to do?" He asked, feigning innocence. "Charm me right out of my pants." He chuckled, his green eyes glistening with mischief. "Cupcake, if I wanted you out of your pants, it wouldn't take long." "Are you suggesting rape?" "No. I could convince you. You've seen me naked, you can't tell me you'd say no." I got up. "You know, when you started this conversation you actually seemed like you were gonna be a decent guy… and now you're back to being your usual repulsive self."

he cuts me off with a dead pan expression. Letting out a shaky breath, I nod. I can’t call it a weiner, and I understand it is off putting, but what else can I call it? Everything else seems so… vulgar. “If you’re asking if I’m going to suck your dick, yes I am.” His words sends a thrill down my back, and straight to my… w-dick. My body wants it, so I don’t say anything else. All of a sudden I worry. I’ve always lacked hair in parts people seemed to grow hair, all of my hair seemed to grow on just my head, I’ve shaved just once in my entire life. Which is one of the many reasons people say I look like a kid.

He crosses his arm over his body and bows. “Hello, Firo,” I say and return the bow. “Uh, he bowed. Isn’t he cute.” “I think it’s sweet.” “He’s trying to fit in.” “He’s nicer than that nasty Beta.” “You’ve met my Beta?” I ask. “He’s swatted at us like we’re flies.” “Nasty man.” “Tells us to shut up.” Okay, I can understand that. My head is starting to hurt with so many voices. “He’s mean.”

Let's get a divorce. "I'm sick. My stomach hurts." Suddenly, I screamed. I curled into a ball with both hands gripping my head tightly. Tears streamed down my face, and my neck muscles tensed. Amelie's smile, her words, and her look of disappointment kept swirling in my mind. At that moment, everything—my reason, my emotions—broke down completely. How could I bring her back? I went mad, throwing anything I could grab onto the floor. Sasha heard the noise and rushed up. She pounded on the door. "Mr. Scott! What's going on, Mr. Scott? Open the door!"

He barked like a mad man. "You are just impossible. you know what...fuck you." My head was on the verge of exploding. The line went dead for some seconds. "For that, you have to come to me. " "What? " I was perplexed. The anger inside blocked my sensible mind. "You said ‘fuck you’. So come to me and you know...do as you want. I'm all yours." My mouth agape as I lost words. Who is he? Do I know him? What a shameless person he has turned into. He was never such a bad mouth before. What got him?

His words lashed out, a twisted mix of accusation and anguish that sent a wave of incredulous rage surging through me. "Fuck you!" I retorted, the words erupting from me like molten fury. His allegations were nothing short of delusional, a sickening fabrication that showcased his disconnection from reality. His attempt to manipulate me, as he had done for seven years, was an affront. But he couldn't charm his way back this time, not after he had taken everything from me, leaving me shattered. I couldn't fathom how he thought he could resume his grip on my life.

"He's as horrible as sin! Look at those bodies!" I stood there with my head lowered and my hands were balled up into trembling fists. I could do nothing but give up to their humiliation. No one would listen to me even if I tried to explain. They just saw the first side of the coin — they wouldn't even bother to flip it and see the other side. "ENOUGH!" I heard a familiar voice. I turned in the direction of the speaker, and saw Hazel, her brows knit together and her eyes screamed of irritation.