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I cried out I can’t believe the person I fell for, took the life of my brother. He made me think that he wants my heart but he wants the heart of my brother. He did so many things to put a smile on my face but it was all a lie, he never wanted me, he only wants the heart and he got what he wanted. Noor was right, he is using me, just like she said, he will throw me to the ground and look where I am, I’m on the ground. He cares about no one but himself, he is inhuman, I can’t believe I fell for him.

I just wanted to give them some space since they haven’t had the house to themselves after their wedding. Now with Kayla and I out, and Grace abroad, they were finally all alone. Done with fabric sorting, I was flipping through the papers on my desk when I realised that Nina had dropped my daily delivery of magazines. I started to purchase Youths of Africa Magazines since I got inspiration to design from there sometimes. One of the magazines caught my attention, and I gasped at who I saw. Brian’s image stared back at me, his eyes having this smoldering look in them.

His angry eyes pierced into mine, I receded in discomfort when he clasped my neck. "Where do you think you're going to princess!?." He yells making everywhere shake. "Please, let me go." I beseeched in tears. "I'll destroy you the same way I killed your father, the king." His grip on my neck became tighter, his eyes glowed red as I began to cough out black blood. I was suffocating, my vision became blur, all I could see is darkness taking over me. "Your powers are weak just like your father...." He whispers.

"Look. We both know you like me. I don't dislike you either. But I am scared and you know why. I hope you will give me some time to open my heart only if you are still willing to umm … you know, hit on me. But if not and if you already chose to walk away, it would be fair to you. And I won't bother you. So.. Well.. Congrats once again and good night". Kane turned around to leave. "Kane". He turned to face Ming again. "I will make sure that I won't need anyone after you. I will wait for you. And thank you for the gift Kane". He winked. Kane cursed under his breath but his dimpled smile was not hidden from Ming. He knew it was tough but not impossible. He was already head over heels for Kane.

Elder Rufus smiles, "Luna Sabina, you may continue." I have always heard of the next part from my father and tonight I was experiencing it. I watch the sliver of the knife shine under the moon. My mother is going to make a clean cut on my father's palm first before making a cut on my right hand palm. After that, our palms will join. My blood will be mixed with his and the transference will begin. I will feel the power of my ancestors infused in my blood.

While we could never predict the outcome with absolute certainty, it was about the intention. The three Nabellos had solidified their bond with their mates, and their roses were all blue. Apparently, there were five rose colors denoting how powerful fate deemed someone. Black was the most common while gold was the rarest. Blue was the most powerful underneath gold. It made sense because of how powerful Nabellos were naturally. The marks on the vampire’s necks were very interesting. They were abstract overlays and were beautiful. Although, I was still biased with the mark on my girl’s neck. She was my blue flaming phoenix and definitely made of fucking fire.

her eyes snapped to me, "You look fine Dante." "Easy for you to say," I grumbled. Carrie looked incredible, Rent had crushed blue river berries and created a paint, then he used his fingers to create fairy patterns across her face. Thin vines wrapped in twirly criss-cross patterns around her body all the way down to her fingers. Rent had ripped up her purple shirt, only leaving the top, ripped into a sweetheart neckline, outlined with vines around her breasts. He had fashioned the rest of the uneven purple rags up and down her body, intertwining purple material with vines.

I hadn't let myself get tangled up in their mess. That night, when I returned home, I found an unmarked package in my mailbox. The wrapping was plain, except for a hand-drawn sketch of a plump, goofy-looking cat. I recognized it immediately. I'd seen that cat before—on the pages of Aaron's old notebook. I suddenly remembered a promise he once made. If we ever broke up, we'd each send the other a parting gift. The gift would have that exact cat drawn on it. A quiet, gentle way to say goodbye.

The dark veins on her neck moved slightly with her pulse. -- Lucian had left three boxes of books stacked against the far wall of the main room and I opened the first one and started reading and did not stop for hours. Most of it was terrifying in the specific way that information is terrifying when it confirms the worst thing you were already afraid of. Soul possession through blood magic. The host soul weakens incrementally with each surfacing of the invading consciousness. Over time the host's grip on their own body becomes unreliable, then intermittent, then absent. The invader does not kill the host. They simply crowd them out, slowly, until there is nothing of the original person left

“The first donor always bears the marks.” His blood rushes out and spreads across the surface, making the seven rugged scars on his chest glow blue. Vaughn’s rough hands drag me back. “Don’t look at his face.” But I already see it. Sharp, uneven letters boldly write “BROODMARE, THE SACRIFICE” on his heart. His blood was used as the ink for this.