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They pass through her… and into him. Each one burns like acid—rotten, evil, foul. “It won’t last much longer,” Baylee says gently. “They’re almost gone.” Drake frowns, not understanding. I link the sensation to him, letting him feel it too. His body stiffens instantly. “I don’t understand… why do they feel like that?” Caden gasps, his teeth chattering. “Because they were bad people,” Baylee answers. “The good ones don’t feel like that. They’re light—like air. Peaceful. These are not.”

He came for a kill, and by the way he regards Sin with empty, soulless eyes, I understand who he wishes to bury under. No. A quiet sob escapes me and yank my hand from Sin's hold, pushing him back with enough strength to have him stagger. "You need to leave. Now! He's going to kill you!" Sin monitors the space between Alaric's men and us, crossing the distance between me and him again. "Dane and the rest will be here soon. I can hold my own against--" A rifle goes off. Sinclair jerks, a violent tremor ripping through him as the bullet finds its mark in his shoulder. I feel pain. I think I might be screaming, because another rifle goes off and he jerks again, roaring.

Then I felt that prickling feeling on the back of my neck like someone was watching me. I'd told myself I was being paranoid, that I was just tired from being on my feet for eight hours straight. But I wasn't paranoid, because a strong arm had come from behind, clamping a cloth over my nose and mouth, and I inhaled a sweet, chemical smell, my vision blurring fast. I’d clawed at the hand, tried to scream, but it was of no use. Everything went black. And now here I am. Tied. Blindfolded. Exposed

This made Jenna hate Pebbles even more. “Jenna, wait," Blaine called after her. “Sinister, you're an evil man. You'll rot in hell." Blaine swept his blonde locks from his face and blew out an angry breath. “Yes, yes, so I may — but where do you think sodomites go — heaven? No little fairy, they go to hell, so I guess I'll see you there. Now get the fuck out of my face." Blaine rushed out of there with tears in his eyes.

And if I wanted even a chance at breaking free, I’d have to bleed for it. Bleed, fight, and crawl on broken glass. Because Carolyn had already carried me through death. And I couldn’t let her carry the weight of my sins anymore.

Arthur's POV They call me a man with a heart of stone, a soul stained black by the world I command. I have never known pity. I have never understood the concept of mercy. To me, people are either assets or obstacles, and I have spent my life removing the latter. But fate is a twisted poet, and it chose a Tuesday night to test the limits of my coldness.

Ancient healer's blood can give new life to many species. "You what?What were you about to say" One of the elderly women with blond hair and grey strands asked . "Nothing" .I pressed my lips together in a thin line.They looked at each other then back to face me. "All the evidences are proving that Miss Stones was indeed present at the crime spot and tried to kill our alpha according to the law she will be sentenced to death but as there was no solid evidence and Miss Stones do not belongs to supernatural world so, hereby we announce Miss Kimberly Stone guilty and she will be lashed hundred of times before the entire pack so everyone will think twice to commit this type of crime ". I was drag

Chapter 39 Evelyn's pov I've never witnessed such a bad bloody scene in my life, well aside from the one at the basement where Draven had to save my ass from those men. This one was raw, hard and ancient so that my lips trembled in anticipation of what might happen next. I wished I could do something rather than hiding there like a coward. I wished I could fight too and tear those willy Vampires off Draven. But it was all good because I saw another version of Draven, he killed them with his hands and compensated them by sending the bodies to hell.

Not really. And that’s how I like it. Because the truth about Aaron Sinclair isn’t just messy—it’s a weapon. And you don’t hand your weapons to someone you barely trust to hold your secrets. Not unless you’re willing to bleed.

And he was addicted to his little girl’s tight pussy. This was only the first story in the book of our sins. There were ninety-nine more ways to damn ourselves still waiting. And I could not wait to fall even deeper.