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Ara tapped on her own phone and then handed it to Sam. “What?” Barely a whisper came out of Samantha’s mouth as her eyes saw what was on the screen. “BLACK WIDOW RETURNS!!!” The notorious and scandalous Samantha Kingsley-Cameron has struck once again. The much-anticipated return of the Black Widow was seen spinning her web mercilessly with shopping mall king, Damian McLaren.

“Plus I don’t think I can handle her mood swings.” I sent Evan a grateful smile and he just winked back. At that moment I swore to myself to find a girl for Evan who would make me happy and love him wholly. He deserved it. And as if the universe was playing a joke on me, Athena walked in through the open door. “You bitch.” “Do you know any other greeting?” I scoffed out. “Black Widow?” I looked at Evan’s surprised face and wide open shocked eyes. “Captain America?” Athena’s face was equally surprised. For the first time, she looked at a loss of words.

Not even if he’d look incredibly glorious lying on the ground, lifeless, that beautiful white suit he had on coated a beautiful, bright red as his blood pooled about him from the stab wound her beautiful knife could create. And so she pulled away, but not before baring her teeth at him, her eyes shining with promise. “I’m going to show you how much you don't know me, Kenneth,” she hissed, backing into the dark. Barbara shed the catering jacket in the shadows of the stairwell, leaving just the dress shirt and the blonde wig. Her eyes were incredibly dilated, like they did whenever she relinquished control to the Black Widow, you know, gave her the freedom and the space to enjoy her hunt.

This cold, ruthless alpha who threatened to kill me for adultery was defending me against my own father. “Well,” Vivienne said tightly. “How… noble of you, Nate.” “Not noble,” Levi said. Those dark eyes met mine across the table. “Just possessive. The Blackthorne men don’t like sharing their toys.” The word toys hung in the air like a challenge. Nate’s hand tightened on mine under the table. A muscle jumped in his jaw. “Watch yourself.” “Always do, brother.” Levi raised his wine glass in a mock toast. “To happy marriages and the women who make them… interesting.”

— Adrian twirled round his chair humming happily, the news of Damien and Ava's kidnap was everything to him, especially since he was the mastermind. Livia noticed he has been in a good mood but she didn't care to ask…anything that keeps him away from her. The Adrain she stayed with now wasn't the sweet, caring guy she wanted to get married to…he changed completely and if there's any reason she's still with him…it'll be to just be married into the Cole family. “I’m only after the money” she consoled herself. — Ava was trapped in comfort. She stood by the large window, staring at the endless stretch of forest beyond. It was beautiful but isolated like a prison disguised as paradise.

Before he finally spoke, my entire body began to quiver. He then remarks, "So you finally came to your own accord, Juri," and because I'm completely unresponsive, I have no idea what transpired after that. Merely that cold, cutting sensation, as if two blades were piercing my neck and draining blood deep into my veins, followed by complete blackness. *** "Xander, you are truly something I've never considered." “Of course, I can't just abandon her there.” "You could, Xander because I can save her."

His eyes glinted with malice as he twisted the knife ever so slightly, causing Asha to flinch. "Give me the keys," the thug hissed, his tone mocking. "And you'll get your wife." Wife? The situation was perilous, and the tension suffocating, but that one word—wife—echoed in Raghav's mind. The term, casually thrown into the thug’s threat, momentarily distracted him. Wife. Even in this dangerous moment, it stirred something within him. The thought of Asha being his wife filled him with a kind of sense of rightness, though the reality of the situation quickly snapped him back to the present.

Idris Blackthorne "Watch your barking tongue, Tavon Blackthorne!" Magnus Wraith snaps, his throat choking hard on his cup of wild berry wine until his eyes turn watery. "My alpha frame carries ten times more running power and handsome fur than your ugly pelt could ever dream of!" Tavon stays completely blind to the thick, suffocating pack tension rising inside the stone walls, his mouth moving carelessly. "This is absolute forest witchcraft! Is that plain healer female carrying some secret dark moon potion inside her basket?"

I’m trying to stay calm but my voice is shaking. His arm tightens around my throat, cutting off my air. “Tell your Alpha that Viktor is coming.” “I don’t know what you’re talking about—” I can barely get the words out at this point. “Don’t play stupid.” He squeezes harder. “You stink of Blackwood, you’re his weakness, his pathetic little human—” My vision is starting to blur, black spots dancing at the edges. I try to claw at his arm but he’s too strong.