Your boyfriend's dad kisses you.... then what?Tell his son?Tell his wife?Or, hell, just shut up? ....Be that as it may, how can an old man be this sexy and kiss so intoxicatingly mind-blowing?... Maybe i should just dig a hole and bury myself in it

The saltwater did not just sting Kai Manu’s skin; it hummed inside his blood like an angry swarm of hornets. He stood at the edge of the shallow bay, his large bare feet sinking into the wet, black sand of Motu Tafola. At six feet three inches, with broad shoulders that carried the heavy weight of three different heritages, he felt like a prisoner on a piece of dirt no bigger than a teardrop in the vast ocean.He stared out at the horizon where the open sea met the dark sky. Somewhere out there, past the barrier reef, lay the real Samoa. He could feel it. In his sleep, a green mountain called to him, its voice a deep, vibrating frequency that made his ribs ache. But every time he tried to reach it, the island of Motu Tafola pulled its leash.“Don't do it, kid,” a raspy voice called from behind a cluster of taro plants.Kai didn’t turn around. He knew the scent of old coconut husks and fresh mud anywhere. It was Malia TUI, the Debt Witch. She sat on a rotting wooden log, her long Samoan-Cuban locs clicking together as the cowrie shells tied to the strands rattled in the evening breeze. Her honey-colored eyes looked heavy, weighted down by the memories she had traded away to keep her magic alive.“I bought a boat from the traders three hours ago,” Kai said, his voice deep and smooth, carrying the low rumble of a sleeping beast. He ran a hand through his softly curled taper fade, his fingers catching on the fresh, defined curls on top before tracing down the low fade at his neck. “A real boat this time. Iron hull. Twin engines. No wood to rot, Mali.”Malia let out a dry, mocking laugh that showed her dimples. She held a half-carved doll made of black coral and baby teeth in her lap. “The island doesn’t care about iron, Kai. Your mother is a vampire who rules the dead, and your father is a giant wolf who flies on the new moon. You are a walking disaster of mixed blood. You think a little metal is going to let you cross the reef?”“I’m leaving tonight,” Kai insisted. He adjusted the tiny diamond stud in his left ear, his thumb brushing against the helix piercing above it. The tattoos covering his chest—massive eagle wings that stretched down into intricate tribal patterns across both arms—began to itch. Beneath his left ear, the small tattoo of a witch’s moon surrounded by tiny stars throbbed with a cold heat.“Go ahead then,” Malia said, waving a hand casually. She went back to scraping the black coral doll with a sharp shell. “But when you swim back naked and soaking wet, don't ask me to read your fortune in the coffee grounds. I’m running out of things to forget, Kai. Yesterday I forgot the name of my favorite childhood dog. Next week I might forget your face.”Kai winced. The cost of her magic was a horror he didn’t like to think about. Every time Malia cast a spell, her own mother forgot a piece of her existence. Right now, her mother lived in the village thinking Malia was just an annoying sister who refused to move out of the house.He turned away from the witch and walked down the beach toward the small wooden pier where his new purchase was moored. The iron boat floated aggressively against the dark water, looking completely out of place among the traditional outrigger canoes.Kai stepped onto the metal deck. The moment his bare feet made contact with the iron, a shudder ran through the vessel. The sky above them, which had been clear and filled with early evening stars, suddenly bruised into a deep, angry purple.“I told you so,” Malia shouted from the shoreline, her voice distant over the sudden rise of the wind.Kai ignored her. He turned the key in the ignition. The twin engines roared to life, a powerful, mechanical scream that split the silence of the bay. He gripped the steering wheel, his knuckles turning white over his tribal arm tattoos. He pushed the throttle forward.The boat surged ahead, cutting through the calm waters of the lagoon like a knife through silk. The white foam sprayed over the bow, hitting Kai’s face. He smiled, his full lips pulling back to reveal his teeth. For a split second, he believed he was going to make it. The open ocean was right there, just beyond the narrow channel in the coral reef.Then, the ground beneath the water groaned.It wasn’t a normal sound. It was the sound of a living throat clearing itself.The iron hull of the boat didn't just crack; it dissolved. The solid metal underneath Kai's feet softened into a consistency that felt like wet bread. The engines didn't stall—they simply melted into liquid rust, sinking instantly into the dark depths of the sea. The steering wheel turned to grey dust in his palms.Kai plunged into the ocean as the entire vessel disappeared beneath him in less than three seconds.He sank down into the cold saltwater, bubbles escaping his lips. He didn’t panic. He couldn't drown—his vampire blood wouldn't allow it, and his wolf instincts knew how to paddle.

The music from the beachfront lounge in Miami was a low, heavy thrum that vibrated right through the soles of Janai’s heels. She was perched on a high stool at the outdoor bar, her long body wave wig catching the ocean breeze, staring at her phone screen with a look of sheer, unadulterated panic.She had a calculator app open. It was not helping."Inna real life," Janai muttered to herself, her thick Jamaican accent cutting through the ambient chatter as she aggressively tapped the screen with her long, perfectly manicured acrylics. "If mi pay thirty US for the taxi, and the club entry did fifty... how the bloodclaat mi only have twelve dollars left inna mi account? The math not mathing. The numbers dem a pass visual text.""That's because yuh subtracting when yuh should be looking at the conversion rate, likkle gyal," a deep, rumbling voice said from right beside her.Janai blinked, her long false eyelashes fluttering as she whipped her head around. Standing next to her was a towering wall of a man. He was easily 6'3, broad-shouldered, and wearing a half-buttoned black shirt that showed off a hint of eagle wings tattooed across his chest. He had lazy, honey-brown eyes, a fresh taper fade with परिभाषित curls on top, and a distinct white streak running through his beard. He looked like grown man energy personified."Excuse me?" Janai scoffed, her deep dimples popping even though she was trying to look offended. "Who yuh calling likkle gyal? And mi know how fi count money, ya hear!"Zade "Kai" Marley let out a low, patient chuckle, leaning one heavy, tatted forearm against the bar. He didn't argue. He just looked down at her tiny 5'0 frame, his eyes dripping with amusement. "Yuh look like a decimal point standing next to me, sweetheart. And if yuh knew how to count, yuh wouldn't be frowning at a glowing screen like it just cussed your mother."Janai pouted, her full pink lips forming a dramatic moue. "Mi just don't do numbers. Numbers are aggressive. They have too many rules. Give me a words test any day.""Numbers are honest," Zade countered smoothly, signaling the bartender with a slight nod. "People lie. Financial balances don't.""Oh, so yuh a philosopher now?" Janai laughed, a loud, bubbly sound that instantly caught the attention of a few people nearby. She didn't care; she was a TikTok girlie, used to being loud and perceived. "Let me guess. Yuh look like yuh do... security? Or maybe yuh just stand around looking heavy for a living.""Bit of both," Zade said, his lips twitching into a smirk. "I handle security for a few spots around here and back home in Kingston. And on the side, I fix things that people break. Mostly when they drop their expensive toys or forget their lock combinations." He purposely kept it vague; no need to mention his past four-year vacation courtesy of the state, or his knack for bypassing digital locks."Kingston?" Janai’s green eyes lit up. "Mi live a Kingston now for uni! But mi from MoBay originally. The best side of the island, obviously.""Spanish Town," Zade corrected softly, his voice dropping into a deeper, smoother patois layout. "So watch yuh mouth about town, yeah? We don't play play down there."The sudden shift in his voice—that raw, authentic island gravity—sent a literal jolt straight down Janai’s spine. It was electrifying. She shifted on her stool, suddenly very aware of how big his hands were compared to hers, and how his tatted shoulder blade shifted under his shirt."Spanish Town?" Janai squeaked, then instantly cleared her throat to regain her composure. "Ooo, a bad man. Mi scared." She rolled her eyes playfully, flashing her silver tongue piercing. "Let me buy yuh a drink to keep the peace. Except... wait." She looked back at her phone. "Mi can't. The twelve dollars."Zade laughed out loud this time, a rich, dark sound. "Keep yuh twelve dollars, shorty. I got it. What yuh drinking?""Rum and ginger. Heavy on the rum, light on the ginger."As the bartender poured their drinks, Janai leaned in, her bubbly nature taking over. "So, since yuh so smart and serious, what’s your favorite joke? Tell me something funny. Build the vibe."Zade took a sip of his drink, his lazy brown eyes locking onto hers. "Yuh want funny, or yuh want dark?""Dark," Janai said instantly, her eyes widening with excitement. "Mi love dark humor. Give me the worst.""Alright," Zade said, leaning in a bit closer, his scent of expensive cologne and clean cedar hitting her. "Why don't orphans play baseball?"Janai frowned, thinking hard. "Mi nuh know. Why?""Because they don't know where home is."Janai gasped, clapping her manicured hands over her mouth. For a split second, she looked horrified, and then she burst into a loud, uncontrollable fit of laughter, her big hips shaking on the stool. "Oh my god! That is terrible! Yuh are a wicked man, Kai!""Yuh asked for it," Zade said, completely unbothered, a slow, satisfied grin spreading across his face as he watched her dimples sink deep into

Hazel, don't get yourself into unnecessary trouble. I've heard that he drinks blood with his dinner. This isn't any spicy white Italian guy he's Enzo moretti we're talking about .... i know, and by the time he realises he's been duped, i'll be at the south of the boarder relax gina i gat this. i m done with my makeup, finally. Bye, love you, muaa ... heyy Haz.... beep beep beep

"I did it," I said, my voice cutting through the stuffy courtroom air with a sharp, clear finality that made Arthur’s jaw drop so low I thought it might detach completely from his skull. "I pulled the trigger. He was a terrible person, the logistics of the cleanup were an absolute disaster, and honestly, if I had to do it over again, I’d probably choose a better caliber. But yes. Guilty."