Maybe on the darkside we could be together.

Stella looked at Kodlak, before scoffing and saying, “Speak for yourself, kid.” She tossed her rosy locks behind her shoulder. 

Lusacan stared at Priscilla. He had a bunch of choice words to say to her, but he held his tongue. For Bianca. But now she was essentially asking about his dick. “Oh my god,” he murmured under his breath. “My future sister in law is a fucking pervert. A lewd pervert.” He mumbled, but loud enough for her to hear.  “I don’t know, Priscilla,” he scowled as her name passed his lips. “How deep is your vagina?”

Stella opened up the door. She looked Warren up and down. She scoffed. “That makes you, me and half of Vallen Inc. It seems he’s a popular man.” And then she slammed the door in Warren’s face. Stella wondered why Preston had so many white friends.

Truthfully, he hated it. He was glad she wasn’t able to listen to his thoughts. “It’s a bit burnt,” he said, taking a bite. “But otherwise the flavors are good. I love cinnamon.” Preston took a sip of his coffee and hummed. “I think next time you make it, it’ll be perfect, babe.”

Kala laid in bed, while Aurren did his thing. “Ugh,” she groaned. “Do you think he’ll force me to join everyone for dinner, even if Haline and I feign illness?” It wouldn’t be hard to get Haline to pretend to be sick. The small girl was an actress waiting to get discovered. “Maybe I should lie and tell him I’m pregnant so he kicks me off of the ship.” 

“Try it, bitch.” Verena scoffed. “You do know that I’m more powerful than you, yes? I’ve been trained by my father— who was a Knight of Ren, Might I add?” She stared defiantly into Orpheus’ eyes. “I may be small, but I’ll bite your head off.”