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Leanna

COMPLETED [Mature Content] My life has no meaning. I'm forty years old, a middle age woman. Some say I have a fulfilling life, an architect with a high salary, a one-bedroom condo unit and a face that, although not the most beautiful, certainly warrants a second look. The only thing people criticize about me is the emptiness of my ring finger. I'm not married and don't have a family of my own. I don't feel anything about it. I don't need a man in my life, and I hate kids. The only thing I regretted was how I lived my life. Half of it wasted in school and the other half wasted in work. Before I knew it, I'm already old and at my deaths bed - alone and dying. THEN I WOKE UP FROM THE DREAM. ---- Read my other works: I am the Queen (FL) Genre: Fiction, Mature, Modern Romance, StrongFL, RichFL, PoorML, ColdML Realm Wars (ML) Genre: Epic Fantasy, Action, Adventure, Mature, R18, Romance, RPGelements, GAMEelements, OPmc Angels, Demons, Sprites, Elves, Beastmen Generation of Heroes (ML) Genre: Action, Adventure, Epic Fantasy, Friendship, Magic, Beasts, Game Elements, Multiple Leads, OPmc, Romance, War, Military Trinity the Last White Witch (FL) Genre: Werewolf, Vampires, Witches, Fantasy, R18, Mature, ColdML, StrongFL ---- Stalk me here: Facebook, Instagram, Twitter: MiuNovels ---- Donate for my Milk Addiction: PayPal: Miu.2017@yahoo.com

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[Better Idea] [Devious]

[Leanna's POV]

[Better Idea]

Uuuwwaaghhh!!

I rubbed Zoe's back as she vomited nonstop in the toilet bowl while Estela held her hair as to not get in the way with her puking.

I was just glad that we made it on time before she could make a mess of herself in the dance floor. 

My eye squinted when the pungent, disgusting smell of vomit filled the toilet. I flushed her vomit as soon as she stopped so that the smell wouldn't linger.

"Are you alright?" I asked Zoe.

"Ahahahaha, yeah. Sorry 'bout that." Zoe hid her embarrassment with a laugh as she wiped her lips with a tissue and gave us an apologetic smile. Her eyes were all red and watery.

"Do you want us to go home, or do you want to continue?" I asked because it was already eleven in the evening.

. . .

. . .

Zoe didn't answer right away. She seemed to be thinking before a wicked smile stretched her lips.

"You know what? I have a much better idea."

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