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“What about the movies you wanted to shoot. Do you want to forfeit that money? She’s a ripe one. Her other movie has over a one-thousand pay per views already.” I couldn’t believe how casually they were chatting away about my porn ability while a large, dark werewolf was just as casually eating my friend. She was still alive and breathing, but, mercifully, she’d lost consciousness. I remembered reading a book, years ago, that spoke of how wolves disemboweled their prey while their prey was still alive without regard to how they might suffer while they died a slow death. I’d shuddered, then, at the thought of the prey being aware of something eating it alive. Now, I was witnessing it f

"We already went over this dude. No killing my uncle." "You fail to listen to me. It kills the shadow. Not James Crane." In that moment I felt trepidation like I never knew before. What he was suggesting was.....it was beyond murder. That was pure evil. I envisioned myself living a life without the ever present awareness that slithered through my veins like a living thing and shuddered in terror. It would be better to die than to live like that. "You...I ..you can't do that!" "No I won't. You will. Only your objective has changed. The deadline is the same."

Thank you for reading The Beta and the Jewel Thief - Book 6 of the Delta's Daughter series. I would like to kindly ask you all to leave me a review on the about book page. This helps me as an author and my stories get noticed on the app. Just a few words and a great rating would be appreciated. Now I know I left this book with another cliffhanger... You still love me I know it. ;) I also know there are a few questions. Not everything could be explained, the story had well superseded any of the other books in regards to word count.

Trigger warnings: Violence, Explicit Language, self-harm, sex, and Non-consensual sexual activities. The male leads are not morally gray, they are just bad bad men. Book tropes: Age gap, Non-consensual, forced marriage, mafia, strong and fierce female lead, and dark romance. BOOK 1: THE EXTERMINATOR'S WIFE SERENE’S P.O.V “It’s time.” Time for my slaughter. Time for my demise. Time for the end of me. I balled my hands into fists, ready to swing them to anyone who dared carry me out of the car.

It was scorching like a flame and if auras could be tasted, hers would definitely be bitter. I shuddered, walking over to the first aisle to check it out. The first book that caught my attention was Blood, Pawns and Obsession. It was a dark romance by Rylie Martin. I had one of my projects on hold because I wanted to read this book and get into the head of the psychotic male lead, so I would understand him better and be able to execute my plotline to my taste. The grin on my face unconsciously widened, and I brought the book to my nose, sniffing it in.

He can only look away and muttered miserably, “Perhaps it is unbearable and wipe away by the classics itself...” The books is a mystery and Almiro, despite his loves to read them, he couldn't seem to find the answer. There's still more books and a million in its kind that is left in the shelves, and it takes a thousand more years to read the half of it. Almiro though must try, yet Altara is now right at his side. Can he withstand the truth of the old that perhaps the reason of their cruel fate? This is never been a question of the unique existence that is barely survive the darkness and the dim of a place. At the border of darkness and a dim of a place is a Negin, but unknown to them, the un

He performed a victory dance. This book is in high demand. I jumped out to catch him off guard as he began walking toward the door with the book in hand. I slammed into him. We landed on the bed, and I pistol-whipped the shit out of him. And just as I thought I was winning, he overpowered me. He flipped onto my back and began crushing my windpipe with his powerful hands. My hands were free, and I managed to fire a couple of bullets into his abdomen, but he was too intent on choking me to even flinch. I was becoming weaker by the second, and I was beginning to feel lightheaded due to a lack of oxygen. Looking into this hooded man's brown eyes revealed nothing but darkness. There was no emotio

" I'd heard the stories. I'd read the newspaper articles. It sounded like a bunch of bored reporters who wanted to centralize the drama. Nobody could cause as much trouble as people blamed them for in this town. "They're fine. I'll eat chocolate and read a book." I hold up my copy of the latest romance, the naked man chest with a pair of dog tags hanging from his neck reminding me too much of Elliot. "Okay," he relents. Then, without warning, he tugs me closer bringing his hand around my neck until our heads meet in the middle space of the truck. His lips are tender and sweet as they find mine. It's a promise for what's coming later.

It is used solely to serve the story’s character arc, themes of identity and survival, and dramatic tension. Characters in this book may display dark, immoral, or emotionally complex behaviors. This includes betrayal, manipulation, power struggles, violence, and intense romantic or physical relationships. The presence of these elements does not indicate that the author condones or promotes such actions in real life. They are included as part of the fictional experience, to explore the emotional and psychological impact of surviving in a dangerous and unpredictable world.

A playful wink flickered in his eye, hinting at tantalizing mysteries yet to unfold, before he melted into darkness, leaving Dynasty engulfed in a tantalizing anticipation. Her heart thundered violently in her chest, a vivid reminder of the night’s tumult as she watched the crowd begin to scatter, people fleeing in all directions to escape the building. Finally, steeling herself, she cautiously approached the nearest elevator, seeking refuge while her mind whirled with thoughts of the enigmatic Victor, his identity and intentions cloaked in an alluring shroud of mystery.