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Surprise for Both

Penulis: Kati Gardner
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Damascus's hands had shook slightly as he had fastened the helmet on Amara. She would be his first passenger on his bike ever. He knew that he would not be able to go the same careless speeds that he normally went while he was alone. She was too precious of cargo to chance something happening and Damacus would never be able to forgive himself.

If Gabriel knew that he had taken his bike rather than a car he would be chastising him. Gabriel had offered the dresses as a reason for Damascus to go over to Amara's and ask her on a date. But Gabriel's idea of a date was a nice quiet dinner. Damascus had no idea how to behave on a quite fancy date. So he stuck closer to what he knew. Adrenaline.

Damascus pulled the large motorcycle away from the curb and took great care to go slow and let Amara gt accustomed to sitting on the back of the bike. He had not fully thought though his plan as riding together put Amara's entire front pressed against his back. Even though he was wearing a riding
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  • His Wingless Angel   Our Own Terms

    Silence gripped the chamber like a vice.Even the runes had gone still.Amara’s heartbeat thundered in her ears.A gold dragon.Her child would be a creature no world had ever seen. Born of two bloodlines. But destined to rule completely over one species.Together, unquestionable dominance.But she didn’t feel powerful.She felt trapped.“Fate,” Amara said quietly, “always sounds like someone else’s decision.”Aiyana didn’t flinch. “It is not fate. It is design. And the child you carry is the final piece.”Amara’s mother stepped forward at last, her voice shaky but clear, “And what of free will? Of choosing who we are, not being born into chains?”Aiyana turned toward her, “You knew somewhat of the truth, even if you could not carry the bloodline forward. Your silence kept her alive. So did your love for her father. I do not question your loyalty to our bloodline. But you mistake destiny for a cage. This is not punishment. It is restoration.”Jax muttered under his breath, “Sounds lik

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  • His Wingless Angel   The First

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  • His Wingless Angel   What Comes Next?

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