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I saunter over to her. How I love to see my enemies defeated, especially the ones who were so confident that they could get the better of me.

“I hope your future wife can cook. Actually, why don’t we get one of our women to cook for us? Now.” Kostya laughs. “You want models to cook you food? Do you enjoy tofu and celery?”

“Lilia Aranova. You are dead fucking woman.”

Her husband can’t be screwing her. He just can’t be. He’s so old, and she’s younger than I am. It would be criminal to force a beautiful woman like Lilia to suck Ivan Kalashnik’s dick.

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Locked and loaded!
I'll be the one with the hat

We can still live for each other even with one of us gone.

Every day we don’t find an answer, he gets worse. He tries to hold on, but he’s losing his grip, and I can’t help him.

And all we can do is wait. Hopelessly. Helplessly.

I wonder how much it hurts and whether I’d be able to make the cut deep enough to do the job properly.

I am numb. I think some part of me has been numb ever since I plunged into that icy water. A part of me that never got thawed out.

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Hope this one is good!
I'll be the one on the right.

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Reading an undisclosed upcoming book.
I’ll be the one in the middle, eating cake 😆

I was back.

I would have scalped her, perhaps, this way she was maimed, but alive, and would have to look at her own ugly reflection every day for the rest of her life like I had to do. Let her know my pain and suffering and what I had to go through with every day.

 My favorite part was always putting on my top hat, and with a flick of the tip of the rim of the hat, I gave myself a smile at my reflection and out the tent I went.
Showtime.

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Final round at the Carnaval!
I'll be the one in black.

  I’m finally free.

 I thought I knew pain.
I had no fucking clue.

 When I taste her for the first time. It’s the tiniest noise, barely a whimper, but it’s all that I hear, all that I know. That sound, and these lips, and my first taste of this woman… she melts the ice. She boils my blood. 

I Googled male chef costumes and haven’t really recovered from the search results, so I’m literally just wearing a black apron over my everyday clothes and carrying around a wooden spoon.

I pull my hips back, squeeze the tip, then thrust forward quickly, in and out, as I imagine Josie Grant’s ass out of those yoga pants. My spine arches, and I allow my head to fall back, my mouth open wide as I groan into the hot water raining over my face.

11

He gets to destroy my family and go back to his charmed life, while I choke on my grief day after day.

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Hope this one is good!
I'll be the one in white.

 This is different, better. 

As I crash through leaves nearly as long as I am tall, I wonder if I’ve made a mistake.
I can’t hear him pursuing me.

“Take it, bride.” Just a bit more, just enough to fill her up. I stare at the pretty sight of my tail in her ass and my cock in her pussy. “Yes. This.”

Soreness might be the understatement of the century. Every muscle hurts as if I’ve run a marathon, but I don’t think marathon runners have a throbbing between their legs. Then again, what do I know?

But if Sol caught me?
If he walked through the door right now and saw me with my hand between my legs? What would he do? Take it as an invitation? Or maybe he’d sit in that chair right there and watch. 

 Two short horn-looking things spear back from his temples that look to be a good six inches long. He’s terrifying and strangely majestic, and he looks like he could break me in half without even trying.

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The dragon better be ready for the brides 😆
I’ll be the one sitting.