Rebekah was sitting on the canapé in Stefan’s loft, while Stefan himself was trying to reach Katherine.
“Come sit with me, Stefan” Rebekah demanded. Stefan lifted his hand to shut her up. Rebekah frowned, insulted. She whistled and when Stefan turned around annoyed she poured her glass of blood on the couch. Stefan turned around again and stopped his attempts to get a hold of Katherine.
“Why am I even trying?” he mumbled.
“She’s not worth it” Rebekah scoffed.
Stefan turned to the cuisine and searched through the cupboards. He then came back with a bucket with water, a sponge and a bottle of Mr. Clean.
“Better roll up those sleeves” Rebekah said. “Or maybe take off your chemise right away” But Stefan threw the sponge in her face and gave her an unmistakable glance. “Are toi kidding me?”
“I kid toi not” Stefan a dit serious. Rebekah pouted and sunk on her knees. She opened the bottle and put some of it on the sponge. Then she started scrubbing.
Stefan sunk down on the Rebeka’s seat. “You’re doing a great job” he a dit smirking. Rebekah shot him an angry glance and continued scrubbing. She dubbed the sponge in the water and squeezed it above Stefan’s head. While Stefan spit out the foam Rebekah got up and pressed her lips on his. She searched her way in with her tongue and massaged his. Stefan lay his hand on her waist and kissed her back. As Rebekah opened the buttons of her chemisier the door went open.
“I’m going to be sick” Katherine a dit disgusted par the view.
“Come sit with me, Stefan” Rebekah demanded. Stefan lifted his hand to shut her up. Rebekah frowned, insulted. She whistled and when Stefan turned around annoyed she poured her glass of blood on the couch. Stefan turned around again and stopped his attempts to get a hold of Katherine.
“Why am I even trying?” he mumbled.
“She’s not worth it” Rebekah scoffed.
Stefan turned to the cuisine and searched through the cupboards. He then came back with a bucket with water, a sponge and a bottle of Mr. Clean.
“Better roll up those sleeves” Rebekah said. “Or maybe take off your chemise right away” But Stefan threw the sponge in her face and gave her an unmistakable glance. “Are toi kidding me?”
“I kid toi not” Stefan a dit serious. Rebekah pouted and sunk on her knees. She opened the bottle and put some of it on the sponge. Then she started scrubbing.
Stefan sunk down on the Rebeka’s seat. “You’re doing a great job” he a dit smirking. Rebekah shot him an angry glance and continued scrubbing. She dubbed the sponge in the water and squeezed it above Stefan’s head. While Stefan spit out the foam Rebekah got up and pressed her lips on his. She searched her way in with her tongue and massaged his. Stefan lay his hand on her waist and kissed her back. As Rebekah opened the buttons of her chemisier the door went open.
“I’m going to be sick” Katherine a dit disgusted par the view.
Twilight took over the day. Bonnie was in Caroline’s room. She was lucky her friend had been so kind to offer her a place to stay now that her house was ruined. Bonnie had tried to call Elena, but the line had been busy all day. She just wanted a chance to say she was sorry, but she realized at this point it was too much to ask.
So when her phone rang and she saw it was Elena calling she hastily picked up. “Elena?”
“Bonnie, are toi alone?”
“Yes” Bonnie said. “Elena, I’m so glad toi called. I’ve tried to reach you, but toi were busy. Anyway, that doesn’t matter. I just...
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So when her phone rang and she saw it was Elena calling she hastily picked up. “Elena?”
“Bonnie, are toi alone?”
“Yes” Bonnie said. “Elena, I’m so glad toi called. I’ve tried to reach you, but toi were busy. Anyway, that doesn’t matter. I just...
In zijn nieuwe memoires vertelt de voormalige Backstreet Boys-zanger Nick Carter dat hij nog steeds moet leven met de gevolgen van zijn vroeger drugs- en alcoholgebruik. "Ik heb er een depressie aan overgehouden", getuigt hij. Voor Carter is het alweer zes jaar geleden sinds zijn laatste drugs- en drankuitspatting. In zijn nieuwste autobiografie "Facing the musique and Living to Talk about It" beschrijft hij houe hij op één nacht een dosis xtc, cocaïne en vodka achterover sloeg. In het Amerikaanse magazine Touch vertelt hij dat hij er spijt van heeft. "Dit had ik nooit moeten doen. Die drugs hebben iets kapot gemaakt in mijn hersenen, sindsdien heb ik last van depressie." De zanger laat ook weten dat hij achteraf gezien beter geen relatie had kunnen beginnen met Paris Hilton. "Toen ik met haar samen was, deden we niets anders als feesten." (Belga / Belga)
Katherine was sitting on a chair. A row of small stakes pinched each arm to the arm-rests and a special kind of muzzle kept her mouth shut. The muzzle also had stakes, smaller than the arm stakes, and they pierced through Katherine’s jaws. “I’m sorry for the inconvenience” Veronica a dit demeaning. “Actually, I’m not. toi had this coming. toi broke in here, toi threatened me” She took a chair and put it down in front of Katherine. “Such a pity Derek chose the wrong side. If he hadn’t Damon Salvatore would be sitting suivant to you”
Katherine managed to produce a smirk.
“Oh, don’t be so smug” Veronica sniffed. “I’ll get to him. He’s the one that killed Kelsey. He will die a slow and painful death” she said, plus to herself than to Katherine. She stood up and walked to a corner, where she picked up her cross-bow. “In the meantime” she said, while she aimed the crossbow at Katherine. “I have toi to have fun with” and she fired.
Katherine managed to produce a smirk.
“Oh, don’t be so smug” Veronica sniffed. “I’ll get to him. He’s the one that killed Kelsey. He will die a slow and painful death” she said, plus to herself than to Katherine. She stood up and walked to a corner, where she picked up her cross-bow. “In the meantime” she said, while she aimed the crossbow at Katherine. “I have toi to have fun with” and she fired.
