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CHAPTER 23: A Rare Happiness
Madel McDonoughHi guys! I'm not sure if you like too much or less steam, but let me know. I'm open for suggestions. Anyhow, after Davide and Mackenzie's Paris vacation, a major conflict will happen that'll put Mackenzie in a dangerous spot. So, stay tuned!
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Little by little, after some time of battling the fear that’s smoldering in my chest, I finally hear other noises aside from what my heartbeats are producing.“Mackenzie! Mackenzie!” Davide’s voice pirouettes in my ears, completely abating the aggressively loud thuds of my heart. Davide quickly squeezes the coat inside the box, then slumps the lid on the box, before carefully pulling me down back to my seat. “Water, please!” he yells. A few moments later, a staff member enters the room with three bottles of water in his hands. He offers me one, then lays the other two on the table, before stepping out again. Since I can’t properly think or move, Davide assists me in ripping the bottle’s cup. My hands tremble as I inch the bottle’s rim close to my drying lips. The coldness of the water that speeds through me alleviates a huge lump of the heat in my chest, giving me the ability to breathe well again. The blurriness in my eyes also disappears and the first one they capture when the
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The Mafia's Lycan Slave CHAPTER 27: A Blood-curdling Theory
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The Mafia's Lycan Slave CHAPTER 28: Insanity!
Based on the information I’ve read about lycanthropy, lycans have the ability to shapeshift into humans. Not only that they can look like us, but they can also speak, act and think the way we do. I squeeze my eyes shut while massaging the sides of my forehead with my fingertips and clutching my cell phone in my hand. I’ve not returned back to the bedroom coz it’s certain that I won’t be able to fall asleep, so going back there will only be a waste of effort. Plus, I might unintentionally wake Mackenzie up. I sit on the chair in the balcony, staring blankly at nowhere while my mind throttles with my insane thoughts about Macknezie’s oddly inexplicable medical results and Vivienne’s disturbingly unbelievable assumption about it. It can’t be possible that Mackenzie is a… is a… I can’t even bring myself to say the word as my memory trips me back to the moment I heard a growl of what seems to be from a huge, wild animal when I was forcing myself to Mackenzie the first day we met.
The Mafia's Lycan Slave CHAPTER 29: Fear
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The Mafia's Lycan Slave CHAPTER 30: The Big Reveal
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