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gold. Tripping and sliding through the bloody muck, he finally reaches her by crawling on hands and knees, till he can collapse next to her, laying his head on her silent chest as he prys Miles sword out of her cold hand, bringing the fingers to his lips, placing the gentlest of kisses on them before pulling them to his chest. With a contented sigh, he turns his attention to the sky which is so big and blue under the circumstances. White fluffy clouds

pulling the zip down. "Joonie~" you practically whined at him, unable to withstand his teasing. Namjoon smirked at you as his hands began to push down his jeans along with his boxers, letting his dick spring free. You couldn't help but lick your lips at the sight. At this moment in time, you needed him inside you. Now. He soon began to climb

love you,” he murmured, and without waiting for an answer, he continued an oral examination of his lover’s warm flesh. His tongue dipped into the hollow of Dennis’ throat, his soft, moist lips full of tenderness and passion as they explored the familiar contours. The heat of Booker’s skin radiated against his lips, and his breath melted into a moan. “Oh, babe,” he whispered. “You’re so fucking

The cold, south wind screamed and smashed at the soldier’s face. The sky was covered with tumultuous, dark clouds cunningly moving closer to each other before releasing a sudden shower. A scar of radiant light illuminated the pagan-black sky and a thunder approached with an aggressive pace. The battlefield had turned into a theatre of death, filled up with groaning and bawling sounds, as the soil became slippery with sludge. The soldier found himself surrounded by haunting cries of pain. His heart

Marketing Plan As I navigated my way through the business plan provided to me by ChopSaver, I saw that they had a clear and concise marketing plan. Currently ChopSaver is sold online and in over 9,000 U.S. retailers, including over 7,000 CVS Pharmacy locations nationwide. When asked how they market their product, ChopSaver replied, “As a brand with a unique and authentic story behind it, we utilize both social media and public relations to tell the story. The musical part of the brand lends itself

The book is old. The cover worn and tattered. The binding coming undone and several papers falling, or threatening to as the young hand flips though them. Pages centuries old. The writing ancient and almost indistinguishable. Written in a language just as old. Just as ancient. But they do not matter. The pages escaping from the binding hold no meaning anymore. They haven't held a meaning in many years. The hand ignores them, continuing to flip through the pages. Each turn more recent. As if flipping

attempting to find even the smallest bit of comfort in the tension. Daksha turned his eye to him quickly, his greying hair brushing against Omari’s face in the motion. The Ashari pulled his hands back quickly, a string of apologies rushing from his lips. “Are you okay?” He asked finally, not able to pull himself away from the snarl of the shifter’s life. Daksha shook his head and looked at his hands, stiffening them into nervous balls as Omari worked at the rest of his armor. “Yeah, uh, why wouldn’t

HE WAS DEAD BEFORE SHE HEARD THE DEAFENING GUNSHOT. She helplessly watched in horror as the murderous bullet cracked as loud as thunder and ripped through the air faster than the speed of light, come in contact with his skin in a matter of milliseconds. A crimson red hole appeared on his forehead as quick as a lightning's flash, and slowly a trail of blood leaked from his wound down his face. She watched as the shining light faded out of his burnt umber and caramel mixed eyes that once glowed with

stilted-his tongue between his teeth. He looks so…hot. We’re wet and slippery and moving against each other. I lean down and kiss him. He closes his eyes. Tentatively, I bring my hands up to his head and run my fingers through his hair, not taking my lips from his mouth. This is allowed. He likes this. I like this. And we move together. I tug his hair, tipping his head back and deepening the kiss, riding him-faster, picking up the rhythm. I moan agains his mouth. He starts to lift me faster, faster…

Well shit, this was really happening then. Of course, what had she suspected after practically begging the two boys to dry hump her on the dance floor and then take their offer of narcotics? While normally this would have been a whirlwind of flat out no in a sober mind, she was beginning to feel the effects of substance before and with it, enough to make her inner sexual prowess a bit more in tune with just how well the boys wanted to be with her. While sure, they probably hit up girls every night