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I needed to feed my monsters or there would be consequences. “Hi, handsome. Would you like some company?” I turned and saw an attractive blonde standing next to me. Perfect. I thought to myself. She wasn’t my usual but she would do. So I started my game again. Within thirty minutes she was walking out the door with me. We walked over to my car and I held the door as she climbed in. I smiled to myself as I climbed into the car and drove her to her death. This wasn’t how I wanted the night to end at least not with this woman but it would hold off my demons for now.

I created a monster to ruin her. Now he’s ruining me. **** Helena spent her nights writing savage Alphas who dominated, punished, and shattered their women. One car crash later, she died, and woke up trapped in the body of Azalea, the pure 18-year-old princess she had written to be broken. Her fictional story became real as King Valdman Wolverton came for her. Scarred by years of torture, this ruthless werewolf king slaughtered Azalea’s entire family in front of her eyes and dragged her away in chains. He doesn’t want a quick death. He wants her to bleed for every sin her father committed; slowly, brutally, and completely. Helena feels every second of it: every painful lash and every cr

⸻ It was responding to Ilyaan. ⸻ Reacting to his thoughts. ⸻ Reacting to his heart. ⸻ 🌙 The Real Enemy The black book suddenly shook violently. 📖🖤 ⸻ The title: THE END OF REALITY ⸻ began cracking. ⸻ Then a hidden chapter emerged. ⸻ A chapter nobody had ever seen. ⸻ THE FINAL VILLAIN ⸻ 😨 ⸻ The library exploded into chaos. ⸻

worry creased Maren forehead for the first time since I’d known her as she took a while thinking it through before directing the girls outside. She wanted to go but I asked her to stay. After helping me get ready I made my way to the hallway and my chicks followed. This was Nolan’s strategy to take my mind off my sister being here, he probably didn’t expect me to know that my sister was around. I saw her with my two eyes and I definitely wasn’t sleepwalking or hallucinating so that meant she was real. I kept walking and I came face to face with the Monster. Ughhhh I hated this man.

I kept pounding until the last of my strength drained away, and I collapsed on the floor. Then, a sliver of light cut through the darkness. Moving toward it, I saw that it was Rosa. Her once-proud face was now covered with deep, crisscrossing scars. Coupled with the cold gleam in her eyes, her whole presence exuded unsettling eeriness. From the dim cellar, she looked even more terrifying. "Hazel, were you reborn too?" I froze. "What?" "Why did Dexter get into Grandcrest College this time? Why did Theo blow through all his money? Even you got into college! Why are you still living better than me?"

His hand lifted, hovered just inches from the handle. If he turned it , if he stepped inside there’d be no undoing it. Not this time. He could finish what they started. Bury himself so deep inside that mouth, inside that want, that for a few hours, he wouldn’t have to think about betrayal and bloodlines and wedding vows. He could forget. But the thing about monsters was they followed you, even after the lights went out. And Rafael already knew, no matter how hard he tried to kill this thing between them, it wouldn’t stay buried.

“Jennifer and I are getting married at the end of the month. You like money, don’t you? As long as you come, I’ll give you a million.” He really was convinced that I was a gold digger. I chuckled and murmured, “Too bad I can’t go, but William, I wish you and Jennifer a happy life together from the bottom of my heart." Suddenly, a powerful force pulled me in. When I regained consciousness, I saw Jennifer and a man dressed in a robe. The man was holding a wooden cross and chanting under his breath. There was a table in front of him with a white porcelain urn on it. It was my urn.

The way I usually do things. It was unconscious and uncontrollable. She was appetizing, which made my plan difficult. I didn’t think I was going to want her this much. I didn’t think I was going to feel a different emotion other than hate for the enemy. And want was the most dangerous thing a monster like me could feel for a her kind. —-Lydia’s POV—— He shouldn't be in my head. But he is. Like smoke clinging to the lungs, like old blood under fingernails, no matter how many times I try to wash my thoughts clean, he’s still there.

I stayed up in my room reading the black book don gave to me some time last week but i realized it was the translated version of what Claudia told me about. For the hundredth time that day I glanced through the list of allies whose names were inscribed in the book and i was totally lost cause no name seemed familiar and i was frustrated cause I didn't know who I could trust. Fuck everything felt like a dead end. I cursed and raked my hands in my hair. I shut the book and groaned in frustration. I was disrupted by the soft knock of someone. Immediately I figured out it was Esmeralda I hurriedly cleared my bed from the files and other stuff that didn't need to be seen by her.