"Hey, I've got an idea," Bellamy screamed from behind him. "How about you two have a match? If she's able to punch you even once, we'll consider her stronger than you. And if she can't, then she'll have to clean the house and do our chores for a week." The only good things about Bellamy were his bo
Genevieve: "Ouch!" I screamed, trying to move my arm towards the front. But the pain was too much to bear. My elbow bone was sticking out, causing me to wince and cry out loudly. "Dude! Are you a fucking monster?" Bellamy arrived and shoved Emre away from me, creating some space for himself to si
Wolvin, intrigued by the pendant I was wearing, asked, "Is it masking her from appearing?" I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion, noticing the quick glance Emre and Wolvin exchanged before they both focused their attention back on my necklace. The emerald pendant with gold chain was an eye catching p
Genevieve: "What the actual fuck?" Bellamy groaned as he stepped back and almost tripped. The others look slightly taken aback. They tried focusing on what was happening, but before anything else happened, Wolvin snatched the pendant out of Emre's hand and threw it in my lap. I instantly wrapped
Genevieve: "How can you introduce her to me after what her fa---," the short black-haired girl covered her mouth in her hands while tears appeared in her hazel eyes. "I am--," just when I began apologizing to let her know I didn’t mean to steal him from her and that it was all his decision, she t
Genevieve: "You did not," I said, my frustration loud in my voice. I wasn’t wet at that time. Although I knew that if he hadn’t stopped, I would have been soon enough. "Oh, come on. You’re only saying that because you’re angry," he scoffed. "But let’s be honest, you enjoyed it." "I did not," I r
Genevieve: "Hey," I said, slapping his hand without giving it a thought. I stopped his attempts to get intimate with me. It was just a bit too much for me. I was just trying to be a little hard to get, but it offended him to the point that he groaned and got up from the couch. Not even saying a
Genevieve: I stood there, my face burning with humiliation, feeling like an utter fool as I locked eyes with him, desperately seeking an honest answer. He theatrically averted his gaze, rubbing his temples as if trying to come up with an excuse. "Oh!" he exclaimed, his voice dripping with false s