Patricia Wilson
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Warning: Erotic scene ahead. Not suitable for those below eighteen - shoo away until you grow up younglings. The third point of view: "No, this was just the beginning," Isabella told Pedro and before he could take a breather, smashed her lips against his. Although Pedro was not prepared, he quickly got his head back into the game, groping and squeezing every part of her soft body his hands could find. He easily found her ass and kneaded it, his member coming back to life once again. Fuck! How…
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The third point of view: "Do you think this little protest of us would change our parent's minds?" Anabelle asked, leaning against Julie's chest. They were in the living room watching an old movie they found in Maya's drawer by chance. "Little?" Isabella's brows raised, seemingly offended by the use of that word. Anabelle shrugged, "I'm just saying that is us teenagers against our grown parents. We're runaways and they could easily dismiss this act as a little tantrum and God knows we can't stay…
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The third point of view: Pedro stirred from his sleep yet didn't open his eyes - he wanted to laze around for a few moments. He felt a body by his side and instinctively knew it was Isabella. A contented smile tugging his lips, he reached out and warped his arm possessively around her waist and leaned closer, her back turned to him. His hand lying on her waist traced up to her chest, intending to get a quick feel of her boobs when his brows furrowed in confusion. Where did her breasts go? Julie…
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The third point of view: "Son?" George was shocked out of his mind when he woke up to his son on his bed. How was that possible? He died. He buried him. "Father," his son said. "No, no, no," He shook his head stubbornly as if he wanted to jerk the image of him away, "This is just a dream," "Father, it's me," His son reached out and touched him. George felt him. He was real. "Oh my God," He gasped and cupped his son's face with his palm, tears streaming down his face. "I'm so sorry," He…
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The third point of view: Eden woke up on the wrong side of the bed today and was as grumpy as a grandpa. With just a look at his frowning face and stern gaze, one didn't need to be told to avoid him. Human beings were instinctive creatures, hence the servants were extremely careful around him and ran away from him so they don't piss him off. Even Camille had a hard time conversing with him. The woman had always thought that Niklaus was the most stubborn man in the family. But then, no. Eden was. He…
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The third point of view: "Number one," Reina commenced. Emerald was full of anticipation for this moment - there was even an imaginary drumline thudding in the distance. He listened to her advice attentively like a student would in class. "The first thing you should know about pregnant women is that they enjoy comfort food and ice cream is one of them. Cut Cecil some slack and don't make the mistake of monitoring portions or critiquing her requests for strange food combinations. If she asks for…
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The third point of view: "Dude, what the hell happened to you?" Niklaus asked the giant Emerald who looked like shit. His hair was tousled while he had a huge dark circle under his eyes as if he hadn't slept for a century - that would have been possible if he was a vampire. Reina chuckled, making Niklaus wonder what was so funny about Emerald's unhealthy appearance, "He's taking his father role too seriously," she revealed to him. Everyone in their circle knew how much Emerald was anticipating…
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The third point of view: Ailee felt as if a huge weight was crushing and suffocating her; she couldn't breath nor move. Unconsciously, she shifted her body to the side and the weight trailed off her body. However, it wasn't for long before the same weight returned and this time, it was almost as if it doubled by two. She turned and twisted her body but the weight was strong like a monster clawing onto their victim. The girl began to breathe fast as the grip became tighter as if the weight was…
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Isabella's point of view: Julie stood as rigid as a tree, he had never expected that move from Anabelle - none of us did anyway. She smashed his lips against hers, moving against Julie who was frozen. But then, the alcohol must be working since Anabelle didn't give up, rather she clutched a fistful of his hair causing him pain and as well, jerking him from his reverie. He pulled up for air, the both of them staring into each other's eyes. Then his gaze flickered down to her lips, his finger…
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Isabella's point of view: Anabelle was a killjoy. A good one at that. None of the games I brought up were good enough for her, either they were too brilliant for her to engage in -?she claims we're too smart and can't be beaten against - or was too tedious for her to join - Anabelle claims we're stronger than her. Ugh! It was too irritating! All of my plans for the night were dashed to pieces. What the hell was fun without the thrill of it?! And now, we're having our pizza in boredom. I wonder why…
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