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-Now give this asshole what he wants and tear his fucking arms off. That’s my girl. I’m not sure if it’s possible to smirk in this form or not, but I try anyway as I tentatively take a step closer to Angus, who watches my every move. I have more control over the ultima than I ever have, but our anger is begging to get the better of us the more we see him cling to what is ours. Angus puts his arm out for me shyly and I move toward it, not even bothering to break eye contact with Maggie, who sits looking like an angel with no fear.

I yelled, at the top of my lungs. I could feel every nerve in my body on fire. I just wanted to let it all out. Hurting Dante was not in my plans, but he crossed the line. He is now going to get everything he deserves. I grabbed him by the collar and dragged him out of the house with this thought in mind. I am not sure from where I got so much energy! ~~~~~ Angus' POV

For God's sake, Rumi swore in his heart, Anggia must be held accountable for her actions. "What now, Rumi? What do you want to rant about?" "Who wants to rant?" Rumi snapped angrily. "I came here to congratulate you. Congratulations because soon you'll be torn between two places. If not prison, then a mental hospital." Anggia laughed bitterly. Despite her beautiful face, it was clear she felt no remorse for deliberately hurting Ashton. "I don't mind," she replied casually. "I don't mind living anywhere. The most important thing is, if Ashton can't be mine, don't expect that intern guy to have Ashton as he pleases. I won't allow them to live happily together, no matter what."

Angel started to laugh at the outrageous scenario. Bastien stared at her. “I-I’m sorry. It’s what I do when—when the shit hits the fan. When the world turns upside down!” She shrugged and let out another long laugh. “I laugh!” She barely got out the words. “I mean—I have been living with the man who was married to my mother all while…” Her voice trailed away. All while I’ve lusted after him. Fantasized about him, longed to… Grasping the black silk in both hands, she raised her dress as she took off into a run to her bedroom.

"But I need to remove it for my further activities Angel and while I do them, you can stare at me as much as you want, I don't mind feeding your kinky ass" "I - WHAT!! " ________________________ Hope you liked it(⁠ ⁠◜⁠‿⁠◝⁠ ⁠)⁠♡ The night is long, what could possibly be happening with them ? ♡⁠(⁠>⁠ ⁠ਊ⁠ ⁠<⁠)⁠♡ I hope you guys are enjoying, let me know your thoughts 🌹

- Angeline- I have imagined my death so many times before. There are even times when I longed for it. But since my little angel came into my life, I stopped thinking about it. My thoughts slowly changed as I focused on the life that was slowly growing inside of me. My obsession with Stefan slowly calmed down. Even my longing for him to mark me as his Mate simmers down to the point where I can almost say that I no longer want it.

Once again, for the second time in one night, I have been subjected to this pain. The one thing I hate the most seems to be leeching on me tonight. I want to throw up, to scream, to curse at someone, to harm myself, to feel something other than disgust. But my body is unmoving. My lips are trembling, and yet, they’re unable to fathom words. My ears are sharp enough to hear the grunts, curses and chaos around me, and yet, my brain is unable to comprehend. “What the fuck, Angel?!” I hear a more accented voice. A voice thicker and more powerful than the one I’ve been accustomed to. “Why the fuck would you burst into my fucking club and make such a bloody mess?!”

One tradition is no crossing of the species of wolf and fang. Chapter one: Runaways “Mom, please talk to me about this?!” Angelica begged her mother. Angelica followed her mother up the stairs as she walked away. “The answer is no.” Her mother answered, putting her foot down. “You are not ready, and my answer is final.” Her mother's pale blue eyes pierced into Angelica's green eyes as if to say drop it. “I’m eighteen, mom. I cannot stay locked away. My only friend is Astra, and she is practically my sister.” Angellica fumed. “I can’t even have a boyfriend. Your rules are insane!”

I don't know why, but they just won't stop falling. “You have the nerve to do something that would lead to a fight between two enemies. Yet, you go further to defy my orders…” Don Angelo's voice is too scary. I am cold. Too cold to hear anything. All I know is that I am in trouble. He has not looked that scary before. At least, not since our meeting at Velvet Steam. He has been angry before, but this one is pure rage. I can see undisguised fury in his eyes. What is going on? What's my punishment going to be?

But I shook my head, a slight smirk playing on my lips as I took in the sight of the innocent angel who dared to venture into my forbidden domain. I took a step closer, now just inches away from her. “This room is off-limits to workers and non-members, especially angels like you.” As Summer tried to back away, I moved closer, trapping her between myself and the stairwell. Her chest rose and fell. I could smell her berry scent. The tension between us crackled in the air, charged with a dangerous energy.