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Right after, I leaped out from the balcony, straight to the stairs and then to the chaotic crowd. Most women and children were guarded by several men and most of the fighters already shifted. Judging how these people move, there's no doubt they come from a guild of assassins. As I move forward, I slaughter every assassin that comes to my way. The rage I'm feeling is too overwhelming that I felt like the bloodlust is flowing through my veins. I'm not connected to the pack in any way but I'm enraged of these people that caused chaos in this celebration that should be filled with smiles and laughters rather than blood. The children's cries of agony fueled my wrath. I can no longer taste any tin

The diamond slipped from my pocket and skidded across the polished floor. No. No, no, no A hand reached down and picked it up before I could. Slowly… I looked up. And for the first time that night I felt something close to fear. He was tall. Composed. Dangerous in a way that didn’t need to be loud. His dark eyes locked onto mine like he already knew everything. A slow smirk curved his lips. “I had a feeling you’d show up,” he said calmly. “ The notorious jewel thief.” My stomach dropped.

he chuckled, "Anyone else has something to say? No? Good, because we are going to kill this bitch," I don't know what got into me, killer instincts maybe, but instead of running away, I run towards them, dodging every bullet. How is this possible? I don't know, it's like the world stop and I was the only thing moving in it. Gripping the blade tighter in my hand, I stood in the middle as their bodies fell around me like dead flies, I slit their throats. Standing behind, I blocked Clarke's attack, shoving the muzzle of the gun to the skies the loud rings of gunshots filled the air, raining empty shells down on us, "What- what are you?" He groaned trying to escape from my grip, my fingernails e

Different enough schools where we hadn’t run into each other, but we had quite a bit in common and I loved our occasional ‘solve the problems of the world’ conversations in regard to children. Her husband was not at all who you’d expect Dani to be married to, but when you met him, you also weren’t surprised. Austin ‘Booker’ Carver was gorgeous, sweet, and wholly devoted to his wife. She’d been kidnapped a few months ago, and he’d rained down hell on the people who did it and I liked that. Macey had a man like that and my sister-in-law had my brother, who was totally a man like that, so I figured there was hope for me somewhere in the world. If it started with meeting a few sexy bikers, I was

Nicholas made his way quickly down the wet lane. All the muscles in his body ached. He didn't want any more time. Adrian's eyes were everywhere. The note at the hideout was a statement rather than merely a warning. He needed to get back to Allison. Nicholas sensed it, even though the streets were oddly silent. The weight of invisible eyes followed every step he took. This was not something he had time for. His fingers tightened around his rifle. A shadow lunged at him as he turned the corner. Before Nicholas could react, a powerful force struck him, pushing him up against a damp brick wall. Then, gritting his teeth and swinging his arm to knock his assailant back, he shot through his ribs.

Luca’s body moved like a coiled spring, pulling Amara back inside just as the villa’s massive iron gates shattered under a hail of bullets. They hit the floor as the first explosions rocked the estate. Amara’s pulse raced, adrenaline a wildfire. Around them, shadows moved — friends and enemies blurred together in a deadly dance. She caught Luca’s hand, gripping it tight. “We have to move,” he hissed. They fought their way through the smoke and chaos, the walls trembling as the assault escalated. The Brotherhood wasn’t just after power. They wanted to erase the Varela bloodline. In the study, Amara found a hidden safe behind an old tapestry. Fingers shaking, she punched in the code her mother

I placed my hand on the cold knob, and it creaked open under my push, revealing a library. Dust floated in the amber light coming from a chandelier, the scent of old paper surrounded me like an embrace. Shelves towered on all sides, cracked and faded with a variety of books. My fingers drifted along the titles crested in the rectangular back of the books, then something caught my eye—a red hardback, its cover smooth and untouched. The title was etched in gold: LEGACY OF THE CROSS.

She set down the book and went to the door. He wasn’t alone. She processed this in the first second. In the second second she processed the woman — tall, red-haired, short spiky cut, designer clothes worn like armor, moving with the fluid confidence of someone who had never in her adult life been uncertain about whether she belonged somewhere. Gabriel’s hand was at the small of her back in the automatic courtesy of someone helping a passenger down from a high truck, and Honor felt something move through her chest that she recognized after a moment as a growl that had no outlet, which surprised her enough that she missed whatever he said first.

You may think you know where this story goes—not even close. Life is different. Marriage is hard. It’s even worse when you’re strangers. Find out more here Breach, Book 1 Existence is more than just a word, it’s a state of being. More importantly, it’s my state of being. Day by day I go through the motions of living—eat, breathe, work, sleep. That is until I finally get some help at work in the form of Nathan Thorne. He’s sexy, cocky, arrogant, an asshole, and total bullshit.

“Answer me, Rose.” “Yes.” The word hissed out of her lips, husky and warm, making me iron hard as my cock tried to get out of my pants and fuck her then and there. . . A. Gupta Check out my other books: CAGED- A Dark Billionaire Captive Romance BRIDE TO BE. TWISTED MARRIAGE - A DARK MMF Mafia Romance His Broken Princess His Steel Princess All my books are dark with anti heroes and erôtica. All books are completed!