Romans & histoires Seven X Thirteen

SEX AND SCAM The bass throbbed through the soles of my stilettos like a second heartbeat. I leaned back against the sticky bar, gin and tonic sweating in my hand, and watched him watch me from the VIP ledge. Black shirt open at the throat, sleeves rolled to the forearms, the kind of careless wealth that doesn’t need to shout. He hasn’t looked away in ten minutes. Good. Let the hunger build.

A tiny smile formed in my lips as I reached for it. Seconds later, I got up from the tiled floor and placed the cd at the top of the dvd to set it up. After a few minutes of plugging different plugs, I finally placed the cd inside the dvd. The song that contains a few song which were all depressing for me because of what I am going through begins playing in momentarily; starting with the song called "Dancing With Your Ghost" sang by Sasha Sloan. Yelling at the sky Screaming at the world Baby, why'd you go away?

"Victor has Charity." Seven was across the room in a second, his arms wrapping around me. I didn't push him away this time. I collapsed into him, my forehead pressed against his chest, sobbing into the fabric of his shirt. The sexual tension that usually defined us was replaced by a desperate, jagged need for survival. "I'll kill him," Seven rasped, his hand gripping the back of my head. "I don't care about the art. I don't care about the career. I'll burn the whole world down to get her back."

She immediately hid behind Baby Robbie. Thirteen was so angry that her face looked distorted. She swung out a long whip, trying to catch Savannah with it. However, Savannah was already hiding behind Baby Robbie. Once Thirteen’s whip was thrown over, Robbie tightly grabbed onto it. Thirteen was so enraged that she immediately tried to aim for his face fiercely. Robbie was startled and shouted at her, “Excuse me?! Were you actually planning on hitting me?” Thirteen snarled angrily. “Not only do I want to hit you, but I want to kill you as well! If you’re scared, then get out of here!”

He saw himself shielding her from harm, guiding her through the complexities of her newfound powers, and finally having a justifiable reason to shower her with the boisterous affection he often had to suppress. The thought of calling her "sister" without any qualifiers filled him with an almost giddy sense of belonging. Seven, however, remained a statue of composure. His expression carefully schooled into neutrality that betrayed nothing of the whirlwind of calculations churning within his mind. Unlike Killian, who wore his heart on his sleeve for all to see, Seven was a creature of meticulous calculation and unwavering control. He was Knox's most trusted confidant for a reason – the strateg

The satellite phone in her hand pulsed with a rhythmic, golden light—the same hue as the high-level encryption codes used by the Original Twelve. "The Thirteenth Seat?" Xander’s voice was low, a jagged rasp that still carried the vibration of the Sovereign code. He stepped out of the water, his hand never leaving mine. "My father spoke of the Twelve as the limit. A perfect circle of greed. There was never a mention of a thirteenth."

Even destined mates couldn't escape the seven-year itch. The love I'd held with such certainty—its collapse only took an instant.

"This female lead is brainless. Her brother took her small shop and turned it into a business empire. People change. He no longer remembers her, so why would he want to reconnect with her?" "Exactly! The Slater family is falling apart over the inheritance. They'll kill her if she shows her face before them!" "Michael Shaw truly loves her. If she marries him, her happiness is guaranteed." Just then, Michael gets down on one knee right in front of me. "Zoe, the Slaters are too dangerous. Don't go back, okay? Marry me instead. I'll look after you and keep you safe for the rest of my life." His words moved me. But before I could respond, his thoughts sounded in my ear. "System, did you post the

" Edoardo's eyes were clear and luminous. They were filled with nothing but the excitement, hurt, and devotion of a man who had finally found his way back to his owner, whom he had searched for seven years. He flinched as if burned when his fingers grazed mine, and the tears he had been holding back finally began to fall. I looked indifferently at him. "It seems like everything that had to be handled is already settled, so let's discuss the promise you made to me seven years ago." Edoardo shuddered violently.