Zhynah Vu > Recent Status Updates

When your ex buys you a dildo that’s the exact replica of his thaang for Christmas and your whole family accidentally sees it. Lol

I’m afraid…they’re in their happy phase and I’m only halfway through…

Ch 31 It’s really giving zodiac Academy when Caleb and Darius had to share Tori in the cave.

“Baby”?!!!
“I like Malyshka better”

Aahhhhh!!!

Whoah whoah slow down! You didn’t even let me catch my breath for that change! Damn! Dried up my teary eyes real fast!!

The whole scene with the kids getting pulled over and the guys in cop uniforms…SHORT SHORTS mind you. And the girls are just watching in horror??? Amusement?? Both? Maybe pleasure? They are short shorts “officer daddy” and “puck bunnies” as nicknames

Ahhh these interactions! My heart

Ahhh this is heart breaking…I’m in pieces.

Tearing up at 6% is diabolical, insane…wtf

I want to throttle this Meyah bitch! Oh my god Lessia needs to use her power!

Ehhhhhh?! What in the fuck now?!

Oh dear god this audiobook is giving me and the book life! 😮‍💨

Audiobook is soo good! Samantha Brentmoor & Grayson Owen are killin it!

I love their flirting!!

Oh my god I’m already cackling!!

Damn I knew that was too obvious but also a good possibility! But that’s a good plot twist!

I knew that seemed too obvious!!! But damn those are good plot twists!

Who now? What now? Where now?!!!

The Christmas chaos is so real

What?!!!!! Girl what?!

Chapter 39 is wild!!

Whuttt?! Ehhh noo whut

What?!!

"You are the heart of this pack, Koen."

"And you are mine, Serena."

"Things-nothing has changed. You love the Northwest more
than anything."
"Not more than anything, Serena."

"There could never be disappointment, because there were never any comparisons, or expectations, or hopes, or standards to meet. There's only..." He casts a glance around the room, search-ing. Then his eyes settle on me. "There is only you, Serena."

"If someone had given me a piece of paper and asked me to list everything I liked, everything I dreamed of, everything that I was sure would make me happy, you would have been the final product of it."

You always smell like you were made specifically for me. To fuck. To be around. To worship. But right now, you smell like you'd give me anything I asked for. If that's the scent you're planning to wash off... don't do it on my account.

I feel like I smell...
Fuckable. You smell ready. You smell transcendent and filthy and delicious. You smell like you're this close to losing your mind, like you might hurt me if I don't take care of you, and you know what that does to me, knowing that my mate needs me?

Not the “drinking from the same cup” making me scream
“His lips touch the same water molecule as mine.” GURL