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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 August 24, 2016 by Katarina Foster
Residences


The idea that Kohl actually worries about me has been a major source of humor for me throughout our time together, both as an official couple and before then. The idea of danger is not a new concept to me and I've been close to losing a few times but I learned that keeping my cool is usually the best way to get out of it. I've been shot and stabbed and bitten even but healing is one of the perks of my kind and I make up for it. Kohl has known about danger since he became a hunter and though we don't talk about that night, I know that it traumatized him.

Now he worries that I'll go out one night and never come back. It has yet to happen but he'll keep worrying. It's almost endearing. He tries so hard to hide it but I know when he's awake at 6 in the morning that it's not because he needs downstairs satisfaction, no matter how he tries to convince me otherwise. He stays up at night and then pretends to be sleeping when I get back, like I won't notice that his breathing is way too rapid for sleep. But I go along with it most nights, unless I'm in a playful mood then he pretends to be all groggy and moody but I'm always able to get him to come around. He may never completely understand why I do what I do when I could just stop but he supports me through it anyway, even when he doesn't support it.

But all thoughts of such are forgotten with his lips on my neck, always travelling. I didn't know until now how much I missed all these sensations that only Kohl can bring alive within me. There was a time when I didn't know anything of them and so they were much easier to deny. I used my body as a weapon and seduced men without really giving them anything more than a tease. They got to touch but never to please and I used only my hands to turn them to puddy. And then I would get the information I needed or kill them, depending on my mission. But Kohl changed all that for me and since we met, I haven't been able to do anything more than give a man an enchanting look from across the bar. Touching is almost painful when I know that it's not Kohl and my lips refuse to betray him, even for the greater good.

Now I am more upfront and hardcore, more likely to get them alone and go to town with the fighting. It means more bruises and cuts when I can't lure them into quiet but at least I feel clean at the end of it.

Our hands are hungry, travelling up and down each other's bodies and I feel my body temperature rising in response, all too ready for the light at the end of this tunnel to make its debut. I've missed this, I've missed him. I push him back and pull his shirt over his head and I love the grin on his perfect lips as he watches me. I've always loved it when he watches me. Whereas most women would probably become self conscious and shy, feel vulnerable in the moment, I feel powerful. His eyes on me is the strongest drug I know. I make a compliment about his smooth muscles and he chuckles, saying his workout partner has been away. I make a tsk tsk noise in my throat and trace his lips with my finger. "Well looks like you're going to have to put in overtime to catch up then."

As if in answer, my hands move down his torso, savoring every inch. My lips and teeth work magic across his chest until I feel his hand cupping my face, guiding me. I let him do so, my lips melding to his feverishly and as I feel his want, so also do I put all mine into it to match. I feel his hands grab for my shirt and I smile against his lips, raising my arms to make it easier for him to remove it. Now he's removing my broa nd my brow rises, clearly impressed that he's still able to do it so well after all this time. Of course that only lasts a second before his mouth is on me and my body is on fire for him, my back arching to place them exactly where he wants them as his fingers trace lightly across my spine. I moan and tangle my fingers in his hair, pulling him closer, letting him be as rough as he wants because it only fires me up more. When he pushes me back, I let him, though his words are enough to make my eyes snap open. I've always had a competitive spirit.

"Hm, are you now?" I purr back in response even as his mouth moves back to my chest and his hands go to my jeans. A soft chuckle drips from my lips and I know what to do. My legs come up, suddenly wrapping around the front of his torso to push him back and I'm quick to roll to my feet with a mischeveous grin. I'm very flexible when I put my mind to it. Of course my body is already protesting, not liking this sudden distance from serenity. I feel cold and I know only his body is the answer but first, to tease. My hands move to my jeans, slowly undoing each button and taking my sweet time unzipping the zipper. I sway my hips to an invisible beat, turning my ass to him as I slowly, sensually, slide my jeans down my body, staring at him the whole time as I bend over to accomodate his view.

A thong only helps, I'm sure. Once the jeans are pooled at my feet, I lift one left at a time to remove the jeans, turning at an angle toward him so he can see every time I lift a leg, just a sliver of skin at that apex between my legs I know he's aching for. I slide the jeans off one foot at a time before my fingers move to wrap around the single thread that goes from the single small piece of cloth at the front of my hips around to the back side. I raise a brow at him and tilt my head as if to say "shall I?"


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