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And find out if there was any way to fix it. As she drove, Caitlin thought again of the rare books she had found in her library. Most of all, she that of that one rare volume, and its torn page. She thought of its ancient ceremony, the one in Latin, with its cure for vampirism. She wondered again if it was real. Was that just passed down from folklore? An old wives’ tale?

A soft female voice said flirtatiously, "The plan for Tommy's organ transplant fell through. You need to come up with another plan…" "We'll have to wait until things settle down first. I'll take care of it, so you don't have to worry. Tommy's my son, after all…" The female voice let out a soft giggle. Then, there were more of those lewd, obscene noises coming from the room… The veins on Elias' face bulged. He kicked the bedroom door open forcefully. Gabriel and Larissa were naked, and they had their bodies pressed against each other… The two of them were shocked when they saw us entering the room. They hurriedly pulled on something to cover their bodies.

“You still don’t understand. You will never find your father in this lifetime.” Caitlin stared at him, shocked. “What do you mean?” “Your father lives in another time. Another century. The only way to find him would be to go back—backwards in time.” Caitlin’s eyes opened wide. “Is that possible?” she asked. “For a vampire it his. But it is not something to be done lightly. It comes with a great price. Once you go backwards, there is no coming back to the present. Ever. Everything you know, anyone you know, any memory and experience—everything from this lifetime—will be completely wiped away. When you go back, you start all over again. It is irrevocable. Worse, not all vampires survive the tr

Zak POV: Rolling over, I groan as the bright light of the morning assaults my eyes. "f*****g bright" I mutter as I force myself to sit up and stretch my tired body. Groaning as the headache hits me with a vengeance, I stumble to the shower, desperate to wash away the memories of last night. Wincing as I breath in a hint of Tanya's sickly sweet perfume, I mentally slap myself at giving in to her advances.

I shoved her away forcefully and, thinking about the gift Lily mentioned, hurried back home. It was true. I hadn't returned home in a long time. When I got back, I was instantly enveloped by a heavy sense of cold emptiness. The gift Lily had mentioned was sitting alone on the table. I looked at the note and suddenly felt a tightness in my chest. Was this just another tactic Lily was using to get my attention? But how could she be so cruel, using our child's life to provoke me? "Lily! Come out! You shouldn't lie about a miscarriage just to make me care about you! Come out and explain yourself!"

“I was dying, Lucien. There was so much water, and I couldn't… I couldn't breathe.” “I know.” he nodded, locking his gaze with mine. “But you can now. It’s okay to feel this way after everything you went through.” The nightmares started a few weeks back, as soon as I woke up from my coma. I couldn’t get used to it. I couldn’t train myself to be familiar with the idea that death lurked around me. Lucien wiped the pad of his thumbs against my cheeks, a small smile on his face. My breathing turned shallow. I couldn’t tell if it was from the nightmare or the way his touch lingered. He leaned closer to check closer, spreading a palm against my forehead to check my temperature. I instantly wished

💕 Other works: • The Pleasure Directive • Encore with the Devil • Bloodscript: Survival Game of the Reborn • Rejected Omega Princess: Meet My Overprotective Brothers • Killed and Reborn: My Alpha’s Obsession • His Luna Returns, So I Left with His Baby > Please add this book to your library and leave a review if you’re enjoying it 💖

Damien Blackwood’s POV The elevator opens onto black marble and midnight glass. The city throbs forty floors below like a distant heartbeat, but up here the only pulse that matters is mine—and the two quivering bodies already arranged on my bed exactly how I left them. All fours. Knees wide. Chests crushed to the sheets. Asses lifted high, shamelessly offered, thighs trembling from the strain of holding position for the last forty minutes. Their skin glows under fractured neon—violet streaks across sweat-damp spines, gold licking the undersides of heavy breasts still glistening with the cum I painted there earlier.

Hey beautiful people, Just a warning. This book is an erotica, which means 18+, so if you are uncomfortable with sex and adult shit, please don’t read my books. But if you are a nymphomaniac like me, go ahead ;) Also guys, for the better understanding of the stories, I’d also like to give you the order in which the books should be read: 1)Nathaniel Lachlan 2)Aaron Riverwood 3)Landon Chambers 4) Emily Warner

Chapter 9: Black Backbreaker The hallway throbs, a pulsing chamber of raw sensation. Her moans, broken and blissful beneath his kiss, are a symphony of surrender that fuels his relentless drive. He feels her body arching against him, her hips grinding, a desperate, unbidden response to his every thrust. Her legs, wrapped tight around his waist, pull him deeper, locking him in, an anchor to her unravelling. Her mouth, hot and pliant beneath his, accepts his demanding kiss, swallowing his urgency, silencing her fading protests. The wet slap of their skin against the wall, the rhythmic thwack of flesh on flesh, is a drumbeat to their descent into primal ecstasy.