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he assured, "-Besides you are not supposed to be overthinking and stressing yourself out." I sighed, "Okay if you say so." We finished our breakfast in comfortable silence. Xavier took half the day off to spend sometime with me before going off to work. The doorbell rung and Belle, the new maid, went to answer it. "Who could that be?" Xavier asked voicing my thoughts. Few minutes later she came in along with a man and a young girl by his side. "Avery..." Xavier whispered looking shocked. At this point the only question in my mind was who are these people.

But, the book seems to suggest that all those monsters exists in reality. "Werewolves? Vampires? Witches? Gargoyles? Pyromancers? Necromancers? Do these creeps really exists?" Andra and Barry's conversation was interrupted when Ethan walked towards them with the book he found. "I think you two better take a seat." Barry pointed to the couches in the middle of the room.

Chapter 32 Angelo had a dream, in his dream; his other half who was named after him had taken over his body even though it was clearly forbidden and unimaginable to happen. When his anger subsided a little and was trying to come out and take over his body again, Angel had used too much strength of his pheromones to try by all means suppress him from coming out, but he still succeeded to come out, only to fall unconscious in the next second. But before his consciousness completely leaves his entire system, he smells an unfamiliar scent that comes near him and catches his unconscious body. The unfamiliar touch should have made him uncomfortable because a stranger just casually touched him but

ADAM I closed my eyes. Not out of peace. Not out of surrender. But because I didn’t want the last thing I ever saw to be Damon’s twisted satisfaction. The cold kiss of death hovered near, his power crackling in the air like a storm about to break when something shifted. A presence. Fierce. Familiar. A warm, furious energy surged between us like a living wall. My eyes flew open. And there she was. Angela. Standing in front of me, arms spread, shielding me like a lioness. Her body trembled, not from fear but from the sheer force of the rage she barely kept contained.

“I feel like I’m unraveling. Like I’m not Selene. Not Spirit Wolf. Not even a shifter. Just… threads.” “You’re not unraveling,” he said, pressing her hand to his chest. “You’re being rewoven.” She closed her eyes. “And what if what I become doesn’t know how to love?” “Then I’ll remind you,” he said. “Every day, I’ll remind you.” Silence hung between them. Then—a heartbeat. Not Rowan’s. Not hers. But the earth's. --- Outside the chamber, the forest convulsed. Agnes stood at the edge of the valley, her staff glowing. Vera swore under her breath, staring at the black cloud forming above the trees.

Hi guys, I’m so happy I finally got the balls to share my very first book with you guys. And thanks to my readers, both the loud ones, the silent ones, and those that always check on me. I love you all and your votes and reviews always warm my heart. ANGEL is now completed and I’d love to hear your feedback on this story. I know it’s kinda cliche but we all want young adult stories at times to remind us of our teenage days (LOL).

I turned the page and found a title that intrigued me. “The prophecy of the blood moon.” I read it out loud but I furrowed my brows when I realized that almost half of the page was torn off. I was about to read the little that was there when the door opened and Angela came in with some omegas in tow. “Good morning Lady Lea, we would like to clean up if you don’t mind.” Angela said and I looked up at her and smiled, putting the book away. “Sure, no problem. I was just leaving.” I said, getting up from the couch.

I say softly, seeing the deep worry hiding in his eyes. He places his other hand over top mine, and a small moan leaves my lips at the coolness. "It's working!" I exclaim happily, but he only frowns. "I didn't do anything yet, Angel." he tells me, and a small o leaves my lips. "Your touch is cold... like Beau's then." I say, making his eyebrows scrunch together. I watch as he backs away from me before he shuts his eyes and holds his hands out. A yellowish-orange colored mist like magic leaves his hands and covers my body but I feel nothing.

“You cannot have clothes yet. Not until el jefe is sure you will not try and escape. It is the first rule for all women he brings for his enjoyment. Now you must prepare yourself for tonight so you will not be too frightened. He will be very angry if you faint and cannot show him how pleasured you are with his touch and the pain he will gift you with. You read first, then Ysalane will answer any questions or show you how to position yourself for el jefe’s enjoyment.” The woman shoved a book in Angela's lap. Angela looked down at a sickening photograph of a naked woman, spread- eagled with her arms and legs tied upon a stone altar in a dungeon. There were chains on the walls and awful-looking

TRIGGER WARNING: HEAVY CONTENT AND VIOLENCE. PROCEED WITH CAUTION!!! ANGEL I didn’t bother resisting, I allowed the flimsy fabric to drop to the floor, pooling around my feet like a puddle. My naked body was completely exposed under the harsh red lights. Daniel’s eyes leered over me slowly. Taking in every inch. Owning. His hand reached out, his palm testing the weight of my breasts. Then he fondled. He rolled a nipple with his index finger, and then pinched.