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Pain exploded through my body as they dragged me back, shouting, hitting, reminding me exactly where I stood. When they were done, I lay on the floor, shaking, unable to cry anymore. The next morning, they brought in a woman. “She will be your maid,” one of the guards said. “She will report everything you want to the boss.” The woman avoided my eyes. I nodded numbly. Three days. That number echoed in my head like a countdown I couldn’t stop. That night, alone in the room, I pressed my face into the pillow and screamed silently. I thought of my husband. Thought of his smile. Thought of how he promised to protect me. Anger burned through the grief for the first time.

The night my mom died was the night the leader of the black werewolf and vampire - The almighty one as he's being called tried to take the life of the Elected one, so he won't be dethroned. No wonder the town was in disarray that particular night , it's quite obvious that these beings and humans can't peaceful coexist , we would continue to be their prey. My mission alongside other humans who have been victims of vampire attacks is to eradicate them all. Everyone of them including the Almighty one!!. California ... Athena's POV continued. "What in the world just happened?!" I thought staring at the book terrified. I raised my hands up to my face and looked at it , I don't have super powers r

In our world, everyone was scared shitless of her. Seasoned capos, hardened hitmen, and rival soldiers alike trembled when her name was whispered in the shadows, giving her a fiercely fitting name across the European syndicates: La Vedova Nera. The Black Widow. I felt an involuntary shiver ripple down my spine at the mere thought of the name, a cold reminder of the lethality hidden beneath those chaotic red curls. I shook my head slightly, shifting my gaze back to Sienna, letting the tension leave my shoulders as I focused back on the woman who held my world in the palm of her hand.

"The security droids are idling. The loop is holding, but the core processor is starting to purge the memory. You have three minutes before the house wakes up." "I don't need three minutes," Dante replied. I heard the muffled thud of a flash-bang from the floor above, followed by the rhythmic, clinical pop-pop of his suppressed .45s. He wasn't auditing; he was clearing the ledger. I reached the server vault a chamber of pulsing crimson light that looked like the interior of a heart. And there, sitting in a high-backed chair of spun glass, was the discrepancy I had been hunting. The Widow. She didn't look like a ghost. She looked like a queen in exile. Her hair was a shock of silver, pulled b

Everyone froze in shock while I just stood here, chest rising and falling, my throat clogged. "I, Diana Blackthorne of Black widow's pack, reject you, Alpha Zaden as my mate!"

I needed this so badly than i had ever needed anything in my entire life, i needed Aamom Blackwood, my mate and the twin brother of my biggest enemy. Fuck Amber and her hatred towards me, all that mattered at that moment was us. Me and my gorgeous sexy mate. He sure was one of a kind, a gift from the moon goddess herself to me. "Your wish is my command." His hand gripped my hips and pulled me closer to him as his member rested by my opening. He pushed in an inch and I moaned watching my pussy adjust to his thick big cock. It felt so fuckn' good. He pushed in slowly, getting harder by the

She would move in with them, then slowly but surely earn their trust to figure out where they kept their cash. That whole game about needing $15,000 to ditch her abusive husband was merely a test to see how deep my pockets were. I only hesitated for a split second before I coughed up the money. They were not about to let a cash cow like me slip away. "Gavin, I'm so sorry!" Vonn sobbed as the cops slapped the cuffs on her. She was led away to the squad car. I wondered if she felt guilty when she secretly cut the ropes on my wrists with that fruit knife.

The cold night lights flashed across his face, sharp and restless, like the storm raging inside him. He couldn’t stop thinking about what had happened back in Dante’s office—the way Irene sat there, speaking so boldly, the way Dante had looked at her. Her. A nobody. A piece of trash he had thrown away without a second thought. Yet Dante Blackwaters, the most powerful werewolf alive—the King himself—had not only defended her, but trusted her word over his. “Impossible,” Trenton muttered, grinding his teeth. “He couldn’t possibly—he wouldn’t…” But the images kept replaying. The moment he walked in and saw Dante beside Irene. Dante feeding her, treating her gently, as if she was made of glass.