Celian

Important question, not easy to answer. But his sister Ava will most likely go crazy, when her brother decides to tune down his being a quasi-dad to Claudia.

In comparison Gabe's problems are just minor issues 🥴

Gabe wanted to savor the moment, the images in his mind, but the pressure inside him was killing him. His hand moved up and down his shaft in a desperate speed, squeezing, twisting, while in his mind, he was slamming into that pretty, firm ass of Sam, heard his moans and pleas. His toes curled and uncurled; a whimper escaped his lips. He imagined a drop of his cum oozing out of that not-so-tight-anymore hole of Sam, how he wiped it away with a fingertip and offered it Sam to lick. Ano

Thank you!

I know a couple people who got adopted as older kids and they are either putting their adoptive parents up to be saints or act as if they hate them. But I think in Max's case (and so many others) he might act unfaced because he never learned how to deal on a positive emotional level with parents. And now that they are gone, it blocks him even further. Maybe - hopefully - someone emotionally sensitive like Alex might help him in this regard. I made notes to remember to answer the question about his mom and what happened to the cup. It's actually weird how attached we can get to something as "simple" as a cup. (But god save the one who dops my favorite childhood cup!!!) Throwing books away hurts, but sometimes it's the only option. But I promise Alex will do some effort to not have them trashed. Max would never admit to need a hug or how Alex' hug actually made him feel better. We guess most likely right when we say Alex could sense that. It will come up ❤️

Rain and wind were whooshing around, hammering in irregular intervals against the window. Occasionally the work-out singing reached up to Max’ ears and made him grimace. He should be out there with his men, getting soaked and cold, but no, he was doing the fucking paperwork for his superior, who was a sucker for paperwork and an even bigger sucker for shoving said paperwork onto his men’s desk. A knock made him pause. “Come in.” First Lieutenant Robbins stepped into the office, salu

For this farm the best solution is probably to skip a generation in management. Granted, for that Carolyn needs to live long enough for Maisie to be grown enough to take over, but Britney would surely ruin everything. I don't think it would matter to whom the money belongs to - it would be hers to use. And what a horrible thought that she might simply send Frank somewhere, so he's out of sight, thought and just not her problem anymore? In terms of money for Matthew: It will be a nice sum all together and "to have or not to have" is a big thing. Always think pessimistic, you never know what might come later on. He has some influence Carolyn could never have, even if she was a super loving mom. But she's good at influencing people too, just through other means. Hurt feelings. She loves Blaise and seeing him choose men next to her is painful. But she loves him too much to punish him for it. And given the promise she gave to Tom's ma, how would she even? She's a woman of her word, she can't sell Tom or the like. But treating Tom like shit in turn is easy.

"Hey, TJ said he cleaned your bathroom but forgot to bring you new towels..." Dante broke off when the only response from Frank was a grumble. Frank was sitting at his desk, drawing with concentration, so Dante stowed the towels and then hesitantly approached Frank. "Can I see what you're doing?" "Hmm? Sure..." Frank nodded and leaned back, but didn't take his eyes off the paper. So with that, Dante now walked closer and took a look at the drawing, somehow not being very surprised to s

Yeah, apart Kate's father adding a big question mark, now even the rivalry between the girls got one. Maybe Kate was in such a haste to actually rescue Madeleine? We will find out. And what will Quen add? Stress on Dust 😅 that for sure. And maybe another half-heart attack for his poor lawyer.

I'm not so sure about that, Dust is a very sweet man. Frustrated and depressed maybe, but not the type to actually lash out that bad. And to be honest, the bit of non-cursebreaker-magic he has doesn't make for a good foe either. But he has friends. And resources. So maybe he doesn't need to be super powerful. Oh, now, that's an interesting thought. That's an amazing question, my friend, and one that might cause some brotherly disagreements. Because no, he has no money. No income. No job in sight. Just a nice police record. ❤️

~The Detective~ With a sigh, I studied the young woman. Madeleine Baker was lying on her left side, the hood of her thick jacket pulled low over her face. She looked as if she had simply fallen asleep and tipped over to one side. At first glance, at least. A few light blonde strands of hair were visible, rain clung to her eyelashes, and two long bloody scratches adorned her left cheek. She seemed to be lying half on a backpack or bag, it wasn't clearly visible, but I wouldn't touch anythin

@drsawzall Will you believe me when I tell you that this was supposed to be a cute fluffy story, with all drama and tension coming from the outside, not from the characters themselves, till - barely two chapters in - said characters took over the reign? Because that's the truth. I don't know what happened. But shit happened and now I have two discarded couples and a lot of problems on my hands I never wanted. And trust me, template!Sam, template-Sam-brother Dust and me are appalled as to how this Sam turned out. If I don't find a way to get him back on track, this will end bad.

But it's sad to see how many people think something's wrong with them because they like their partner bigger First he tries to be invisible, second he for sure did notice Sam in the gym and then the shower, but he hurried off as to not show some accidental evidence of interest In one of the gyms I frequented in the past they actually removed the stalls for "ongoing indecent behaviour"... And let's be honest, that smell is too recognizable to not know what's going on... ❤️

I fully agree ❤️

“–and one, two, three, four, right! Step! Seven, eight!” Gabe was fat. He knew as much since he was little. In school it hadn’t been that bad, because he hadn’t been the only one, but within his family or here at the dance school, yes, he was by far the heaviest. He stood out. “–three, four, swing! Right! Double! Step! One, two, swing! Right! Swing! Right! Seven, eight!” And all those mirrors in the dance rooms didn’t make it any better. He looked like a walrus. He felt like o