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What You'll Find Here

Anacosta Heights
Dupont Circle
Hawethorn Village
River Dale

Anacosta Heights

Situated above the daily life of the city, Anacosta Heights is a tucked away suburb featuring extravagant neo-gothic inspired mansions. The inhabitants of this neighborhood often show their overwhelming wealth with sports cars lining their long, circular driveways, large pools, and manicured gardens. The homeowners of Anacosta Heights treasure their privacy as seen by the high iron gates to the security personnel present at every entrance.

Amelia Marek
Andras Stein
Boone Kendrick
Damon Marcello
Dareios Auerbach
Dorian Ellington-Aragona
Isolt Marcello
Kohl Jones
Ragnar Lothbrok
Sebastian Ellington-Aragona

Dupont Circle

Dupont Circle is a small suburban neighborhood settled within the serene portion of the southern portion of town. These four-bedroom, single-family homes feature back yards, porches, garages, and far more breathing space then the Village offers. This neighborhood often is more family orientated and even has organized events for children and the neighborhood as a whole.

Abigail Hughes
Beylani Rose
Gia Jones
Raylin Chike

Hawethorn Village

Settled in the middle of downtown, Hawthorn Village consists of several victorian inspired row houses just off the main street. Due to it's convenience to just about everything, the village can be a tad expensive to live within. However, the residents of this neighborhood often have two to three-story townhouses, often with a one to two-car garage. Many of the houses feature bay windows and/or rooftop terraces with a small fenced-in 'yard'.

Anastasia Romanova
Bjorn Larsen
Davante Dorian
Leila Van Acker
Mayuza Gracefell
Miyako Aiken
Morgan Van Acker
Quinton Van Acker
Ren Nomura
Serafina Dubois

River Dale

River Dale primarily consists of apartments that, despite their age and industrial appearing interior, still hold to the Victorian history that permeates the town. These apartments are often the cheapest option and sport scuffed, older wooden floors, open floor plans, visible beams, and the occasional brick wall.

Alekai Evero
Alistair Rosenthal
Audette Rousseau
Ben Collins
Carolina Bedford
Claire Grace
Emerson Navarro
Harper Thomson
Kenji Onimaru
Malakai Kanaita
Sterling Tenembrage
Sylvester Veres

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Posted on January 01, 2015 by Katarina Foster
Residences


His words are almost scolding and I feel the sting of them deep in my bones. Perhaps the hurt is more potent because I know he's right but I won't be the one to tell him that. He didn't get to choose his power just like I didn't get to choose mine but I have no problem with being able to know ahead of time what my opponent is about to do. It comes in handy in hand to hand combat. Of course I'm going to have to adapt to learn how to use it in more magical situations. My power does nothing against the wolf's telekinesis as we learned the hard way. Instead fo answering, I merely cross my arms and scowl, wanting him to know just how not amused I am but at the same time, I can't think of a catchy come back so I'll leave it at a dagger piercing glare in his direction instead.

I know he left the ball in my court that night after I collapsed on his floor. He took good care of me adn I gave him something I never thought I would ever give and yet I don't regret it, not even to this day. He may think different and hell, a part of me wants him to think that but I can't help the fact that I like to be close to him, that I'd like to stay that way forever if I could but alas reality sets in and I know that I can't so instead I just keep pushing him away. I know he offered me something he wouldn't offer anyone else, an exclusive relationship but I don't even know what that is, let alone what I would do with the opportunity. I've never had a relationship before, not even a one night stand. Kohl was my first and at this rate, he'll be my only cause I can't see myself ever getting that close to anyone else.

I know that I ask a lot by getting jealous every time he even looks at a woman like he wants her. Kohl is not the celibate type and if he's not getting it....well, he's going to eventually get it somewhere. The idea in itself makes me ache so how long can I hold out? That indeed is the question. His next words make me think back to that alley and what we just went through and I tense up.

"Maybe next time you should focus more on the wolf."

True, the leopard could have done some damage but the wolf had the telekinesis and she's the one who threw us both around like rag dolls. I was lucky to get the knife in her side and I think it was just a graze where I wanted it to sink in to the hilt. Oh well, can't always get what I want, I suppose. I shake my head.

"And I didn't need light in that dumpster, I needed a way out before we burned alive."

My brows furrow in disbelief that he thinks his phone's light truly helped out in our situation. While he was looking around in dismay in the dumpster, I was dislocating my shoulder on the side of the dumpster trying to make us an escape. I do manage to smirk a little for him though.

"Hitting the wolf with the car helpled more than anything, I think."

Plus it gave us an escape but I won't give him that much credit out loud. His head would explode with all that praise.

I want him to fix my shoulder and I don't think doing research on his phone is going to help make it any less painless. If I had some alcohol to numb it, I would be downing that right now but alas we don't so I'm willing to just let him pull on the damn thing till it settles in place. I'm even more flustered once he thinks it's helpful to take my knife and rip my shirt open with it. I don't see how that's helpful in the slightest. He just wants a good view of my tits. His fingers trail up my side and my breathing threatens to halt altogether. I close my eyes briefly, trying not to let him see the growing panic in my body because of the war that's always raging when it comes to him. I want him to touch me and keep touching me but at the same time, I wish he wouldn't so I could put these feelings at bay and focus on more important things, like the next hunt.

As his fingers brush my bra, my eyes narrow a little, my way of telling him he'd better think twice before removing that strip of clothing since just having one useful arm won't stop me from laying him out on the pavement. Then he steps back and I'm able to breathe again before his command hits me like a blow to the stomach. Turn around? I raise a brow at him, my eyes asking the silent question. He moves his finger in the turn around gesture, lifting his own brow back at me and aftera heavy sigh, I finally turn slowly to face the wall, putting my hands up oddly reminding me of a police movie right before they search your body.

His hands are at my hips before I know it and a soft moan escapes my lips before I can stop it. I bite down on my bottom lip to stifle it as much as I can as his lips move to my neck. Even so my head ends up tilting to the side, giving him more access to it as my body comes to life beneath his touch. I can still feel his hand moving up to my shoulder and I try to shut down my power, not wanting to know what he's about to do cause something tells me I already know and it's what I want. I don't want that image playing in my head before it happens cause it'll only make me tense up more so I try to focus instead on his lips. He presses against my back and I feel the claustrophobia with a welcome hike in my adrenaline. His teeth graze my ear lobe and another moan pushes past my lips. I can hear his words but I damn well can't think straight enough to answer back. Instead I squirm against him a little, though whether it's a struggle to get away or a temptation to make him do more is something I'll leave to him.

His lips are on my neck again and it's like heaven. My breathing is already reduced to pants as his other hand moves further under my waistband. I find myself not caring that this is a public car wash anymore. I couldn't care less if we were in a busy mall at this point. He makes my body want him more than anything when he's this close. As his hand grips hard on my shoulder, I cringe just a little because I know what's coming but I push myself back into the feel of his lips on my skin and the ache between my legs that has me wanting more.

And then there's the snap and I gasp, a tiny whimper pushing past my lips as I squeeze my eyes shut and grit my teeth, trying to breathe through the pain. I'm a little surprised to find that once the throbbing of my shoulder starts to subside a little, he's still holding me against the wall, though his lips are no longer kissing me. His words speak to my body more than my mind in my moment, my body screaming "Hell yes" even as I bite on my bottom lip again, warring with myself once more. My head is a little clearer after the pain of resetting my shoulder but I'm still throbbing in other places besides my shoulder now and I know just how to address that, or rather, Kohl would know exactly how.

He sighs and his sweet breath on my neck makes me tense again, but for a new reason. Every neuron in my body seems to be on high alert, more sensitive than ever. I think he'd only have to caress me and I might melt on the ground right now. My eyebrows rise at his next words. What do I want? I wait, my breathing still harsh and wanting.

Slowly I turn around, keeping my back against the wall now as I turn to face him, not poushing him away but rather hoping he'll stay close. Once I'm facing him, I let my gaze search every crevice of his beautiful face. He really is something to behold. How did I ever manage to get his interest in the first place? He could have anyone. He has the brains and the charm even if he refuses to have the muscle. Maybe I don't need a muscle head in my life though. Maybe that's what makes him so great, that he's not just like me. He balances me out.

"I want...."

My voice trails off, my eyes still searching his and then something in my mind snaps.

"Fuck it."

I say in a rough mixture of a moan and a whisper as I pull his face to mine and sculpt my lips to his. They seem to fit just perfectly as I draw his heat into me, my body pressing against his shamelessly, my hands draped at the nape of his neck, holding him there until I can gauge his reaction.


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