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Jai commented, leaning back slightly from the surprising smell. Rin laughed lightly, seemingly not bothered at all by the smell. “Yes. It has to be strong to repel the monsters.” Darrion covered his nose and frowned in discomfort. “It smells kind of sour. What’s it made of?” “Fire Rat’s tail, Crusty Lemonia, Verdant Blush, and Drosaria’s Tongue,” she answered flawlessly. Those were Greek to Jai’s ears who didn’t know anything about those things. Though he ever heard about the Fire Rat tail when he was at Teacher Enji’s class. But those things seemed to ring in his friend’s ears, because the blonde hummed in acknowledgement.

Amanda said, "No, all the components are here, but all the problems are also here. There's a component called Red Wood Fruit. Red Wood Fruit is a very special medicinal material, found in the most humid areas of the southwest, growing on cliffs tens of thousands of feet high. It's a bit like rock tripe, with only two leaves. A red fruit will grow at the end of the leaves. This fruit is the Red Wood Fruit. Although it's red, it becomes colorless and odorless when it comes into contact with water, unless it comes into contact with a chemical reaction in the air. For example, the roses I found in your car turned a faint blue after reacting with chemicals. That's the chemical reaction of Red Woo

"He just said he would kill me if I told you to break up with him, didn't he" I shook my head, waving both my hands. "No, no, of course not. He was just messing with you. Riven would never hurt you" She rolled her eyes. "Yeah, I don't believe that. He literally drugged me. Riven's a black flag, Hazel, not red, not yellow, just dark, charcoal black, black," she said, then glanced at him, her head tilting. "He does look good, though. Did you always know he could cook?" She asked, and I grinned.

DARIUS POV Ravenna tasted addictive, like the first sip of smooth whiskey on a cold night, igniting a fire that spread through your veins. Each encounter was a complex blend of smoky richness and sweet undertones, drawing you deeper into its embrace, where every moment lingered like a cherished memory, intoxicating and impossible to forget. Why had I turned into a poetic bastard? Since I've heard a taste of Ravenna's lips. I curled my hands under Ravenna and lifted her while I sat up, placing her on my lap, all the while never breaking our kiss.

"Try to describe what it's like to lick me." I thought about it for a long time before I said, "It's kind of like eating a perfectly ripe peach. You know, there's that window of two or three weeks in August when Michigan Red Haven peaches are the perfect ripeness. You bite into the fuzzy skin and the sweet juice rolls down your chin and you can't help but to slurp it up and the flesh is soft yet firm under your tongue. That's the closest I can come to describing it."

Ravenna flicked on the light switch, illuminating rows upon rows of wine bottles. "So," Soren said, his voice echoing slightly in the enclosed space. "Which bottle are we looking for?" Ravenna moved towards the far wall. "It's a 1978 Quinta do Noval. Should be over here somewhere." As they searched, Ravenna couldn't help but be acutely aware of Soren's presence, his tall frame moving gracefully between the wine racks. Suddenly, they heard a loud click from above, followed by the sound of retreating footsteps.

I said in all calmness "Hello" came the voice from the other end. I immediately knew it was a wrong number. The voice wasn't Tim's. "Sorry, I was trying to reach a friend of mine" I said "Wrong contact" I said and made to hang up. "Wait!" He said "I could be your friend if you want. You have a very nice voice". There was something discomforting about how he said those words. It was more like, I'd contacted a pervert. I said nothing in reply, hung up and blocked the contact.

Justin went out to fetch her friends, but met Greg and Franko instead. "Are you nuts? This is what you have always wanted, God gave it to you on a platter of gold man… go grab your copy now!" Greg advised against his going to get her friends for her. "I totally agree with Greg, Justin, you are even aroused… stop being a softie and get back at her for rejecting you so openly" Franko said. Justin rushed back into the room and locked the door. He shouldn't listen to his friends, right? But his dîck is tearing his navy blue jeans. Does red wine make men horny and women dizzy? He wondered.

The vent was conveniently placed right at my eye level and I wondered briefly if that was why it had been disconnected, so people could spy on those who were in the other room easier. I peered inside and saw Cain standing with his mother and another man. This man looked to be about Cain's mother's age. He had black, wavy hair and was built like Cain. I wondered if that was his father. They were arguing which made me want to walk away. I felt nosey prying into their conversation. Just as I was about to leave, I heard Cain say angrily: "If you didn't want a Vampire son, maybe you shouldn't have fucked someone who had a vampiric disease."

Those dark eyes, framed by rain-slicked lashes, held a flicker of concern beneath the amusement, as if he'd been waiting for this moment longer than the storm. 'Your boyfriend must be crazy to leave you out in this deluge,' Riven continued, his tone weaving concern with a teasing lilt. 'Come on, let's get you somewhere dry.' He leaned across the seat, the interior light casting warm shadows on his strong features—the defined line of his jaw, the subtle curve of his lips that hinted at secrets unspoken.