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She elaborated. “They've fucked many women. Tasted many cunts. Hell, Kate. Nothing about you would make them fight themselves. They are used to it. Sharing women, having various mouth suck theircocks. Well, except in their company. I heard they rarely act with other pornstars there. Outside it…Kate…” A pause. Followed by a sigh. “You’re not causing any issue between them, trust me.” Angela’s words seemed to restructure Kate’s mind. However, Kate can’t deny having felt a sharp sting that hit her chest at Angela’s words

Draven growled, his forked tongue flicking in mocking satisfaction as his coils constricted. “Shit Ange!” Alinta screamed inside her mind. “Blast him, do something!” “Here goes nothing,” Angela muttered, exhaling slowly as she closed her eyes and drew in a deep breath. “I submit to you– “ANGE! NO!” Alinta shrieked, fighting desperately for control. “Such a good girl,” Draven hummed, leaning closer, his scales brushing the edge of her flames. “–Great fire of the Sun,” Angela finished. Her eyes snapped open.

Angel almost choked on the noodles she chewed at Rain's words, but then she laughed. "Rain, come on!" Angel chuckled, putting down her plate of noodles, which suddenly felt unattractive. "How could Gamma target me as a victim? You know, his taste is for older women, from the upper class and the rich. How could he have glanced at me, a green bean that was only eighteen years old?" "But last night you came home late. Shouldn't the practice finish at ten at night?" Rain frowned. Angel looked at Rain and suddenly hee heart felt warm. Rain was so handsome and the man was worried about her. Well, even with Bella's presence among them, the man hadn't really forgotten her.

Chapter 66 Declaration WARNING! THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS LIGHT (SEXUAL, SUICIDAL, DANGEROUS, EXPLICIT) SCENES AND WORDS NOT SUITABLE FOR PEOPLE BELOW 18 YEARS OLD. READ AT YOUR OWN RISKS! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED! “I already did, and you won’t be able to do anything about it.” “Traitor!! Fuck you Naster! I will make sure you rot in hell dumbass!” Naster laughed maniacally as if he was looking at some funny play before him, angering Oliver even more.

But actually, I’m somehow grateful that at least, I was already able to have short conversations with him though not a proper one … but at least. “I’m Angela Santos. A seventeen-year-old girl who’s living with her two siblings in a small apartment. Both of our parents died in an accident when I was still young so I had to find a job even if I’m still underage just for us to have some food to eat. Until I met— “DO YOU REALLY WANT ME TO TEAR THAT FUCKING MOUTH OF YOURS?!” He angrily said then threw a book at me which I luckily avoided. “YES!! I WAS ABLE TO AVOID THE BOOK!” I exclaimed while clapping my hands.

Monster I hated waiting. Even on a good day it made me feel itchy inside. But waiting for Angela to come back from the trip into town she said she needed to make, especially when I had such a big surprise for her, was like someone had poured itching powder into my brain. It was getting so bad that I wanted to rip my own eyes out just so I could get access to my brain and give it a good scratch. “Will you stop pacing?” Fang snarled as I yet again turned on my heel and headed in his direction. I had been pacing for the last hour.

I hit send and shove the phone into my bag before I can overthink it. Blue grins beside me. "Good. Keep it short and cutting. Make him feel it." My phone vibrates almost immediately, and I take it out, biting my lower lip. My pulse races as I read the text. I can almost feel his anguish. AZREN: Angel, I'm sorry. I was terrified of losing you. I couldn't risk anything happening to you. Please don’t give me the cold shoulder. I’m running on fumes over here. I bite my lip, fighting the urge to soften. Instead, I type back coldly.

I shifted to the edge of my seat, and my jaw tightened. I could feel the tension in it, as I had been gritting and grinding my teeth in anger all day. Tiffany and her minions weren't even able to start with me today. One look and they were all scurrying away. “I mean, you keep clinging to me; no one clings to dead weight," I said, and their laughter stopped. I gestured to them and added in a terrifying low voice. “To me, you are the dead weight." “Is this how you are going to talk to us?” Angela placed her hand on her chest, ready to play the sympathy card.

He smells the human soap, the fear, the absence of wolf scent. Marco frowned, his eyes narrowing as he stared down at her face. "You know, for a guy heading into Gold House, you've got quite a sharp mouth on you, Angelo. And..." He leaned in an inch closer, sniffing the air near her collar. "...you smell weird. Like... sweetgrass and panic. What kind of cologne are you wearing? Or are you just terrified out of your mind?" "I'm not scared of anything," Angela lied, her voice tight and trembling with suppressed rage as she shoved a hand against his chest, trying to put distance between them.

“I wasn’t sure, but he doesn’t have a good reputation. People say he is a manwh*re and selfish, and even quite unstable. What happened on the day of your mate ceremony was weird; summing that with the fact that you are here, alone, hurt and without a mate mark, I can only assume that he hurt you.” “Hell! He isn’t only unstable! He is a monster, and he will pay for everything he did to me!” Angeline almost yelled, a frown formed on her pretty face and more blood oozed from her wound, making her totter. I held her arm, steadying her. “Not you or anyone else will stop me, Grant! I will go after Aaron!” she yelled once again, her blue eyes fixed on mine were filled with determination. “Daaaaamn!