“I can’t! It’ll kill me and my baby!” she screams as she jumps up, gripping her stomach. “What will?” “The magic!” she begins sobbing, covering her face with her hands. “What lies!” someone scoffs but I frown, something mom had said… “Magic does not exist,” one of the court members sneers. “It
ZAIA. She isn’t innocent; I know that more than anyone. From a young age, she would be cruel to me. When I did go to Dad’s to spend a little time with him, she would let Annalise pinch and hit me, then threaten me to stay silent or say that if I told anyone, I wouldn’t get to come over. I remembe
“Well then, what do I do if they reach out to me?” she asks. “Ask them to help Annalise. Don’t threaten them. Just say Annalise asked you to reach out to them. Do not contact me, and do not try to ring me or visit me, I will arrange a meeting myself. They are dangerous people, Annette, those who wi
Oh, he knew I was heading there… I poke my eyes out at him. “I refuse to comment!” I say, opening the door and exiting the building as I hea Valerie laughing. I shake my head, pouting a little at the fact I was caught. I drive to the prison facility, scanning myself in. I had been put onto the sec
SEBASTIAN. I thrust into her as her naked body presses against mine. Fuck… I’m consumed by the intoxication she drowns me in. I can feel the cuff digging into her skin as I fondle her boobs roughly. She’s grinding down on my cock, meeting my thrusts as best she can. Our lips are moulded against
“Oh, fuck Bastien! Ouch fuck!” She moans loudly, the table creaking underneath us. “Tell me, Who. Do. You. Belong. To?” I grunt between every thrust. “You, fuck…” she moans as I feel her walls closing around me and I speed up, holding out as I wait for her to come and when she cries out, I let go,
ZAIA. I stare down at the mark. It’s almost the same as mine, Val’s and Atticus’s, but there’s one thing that sticks out to me. The triangular point is facing downwards… Where all of ours has an upside-down V that forms a triangle shape, his is like an inverted version of ours. More so, somehow it
“What’s that supposed to mean?” He smirks, but it’s not reaching his eyes. “Nothing.” He strokes my cheek softly before letting go. “It’s late. You shouldn’t be out and about alone.” “I know, but I have security.” “Great.” I reach up, placing a gentle kiss on his cheek before I tighten my belt.