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o freya a serio…

Uwuuuuu, muy bienn 💪💪

ai odeio a

é estupido de se pensar

um pouco instalovey

Mano porque e que o dimitri agora abraca toda a gente !

a cena do scrapbook é um bocado… um bocado.

desde ja nao gosto desta mulher

O livro dele… jesus

😮nao tava a espera que fosse acontecer assim

toda esta parte é INCRIVEL

I’d never been a prisoner before, but I was fairly sure there was some sort of unspoken etiquette to it

“I think you broke him, Boss,”

the weeknd who?

“She gained sixty pounds, lost all of her hair, and went a little crazy because I kept drugging her food with Benzodiazepines. Now, she’s locked up in an insane asylum.”

“Aw! I love that!” Drea gushed, then I heard the distinct sound of a harsh slap. “Why don’t you do anything like that for me?” “Woman, you did not just slap me.” There was a girlish squeal, and I glanced over my shoulder to see Aleksandr march out of the room with Drea over his shoulder.

My thoughts had reverted back to caveman-style thinking.

“Tell that to the cyclist you hit.”

“Motherfucker, you think I’m playing?”

What does he want, a fucking medal or something?

Well, if it isn’t the consequences of your own actions.

“Oh my god! I love you too!” he screamed, throwing his arms around Father in a huge bear hug.

We needed her to do the killing because none of us were capable of hurting each other like that. But once she served her purpose, Father would end her so that Illayana could live.

Father would hold Illayana back while the Crimson Death took our lives quickly and painlessly—something the woman claimed she could do easily—and then Father would kill her before finally killing himself, leaving Illayana to be the last one standing. That last bit of the plan had been organized when Autumn was asleep.

☺️🤎

In truth, I didn t deserve him
DESCULPA ?!

I was both acrobatically inclined and clinically insane

Truth needed no frivolity

Marlow…