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The ER doors slammed open with a bang so loud her coffee jumped out of the cup. “Coming in hot!” a paramedic shouted, wheeling in a gurney that looked like it’d barely survived a warzone. Sienna was on her feet instantly. “Vitals?” “BP’s crashing. GSW to the abdomen. Lost a lot of blood before we even got to him. No ID, no name. Wouldn’t talk.” She looked down at the man on the stretcher—and her breath caught. Tattoos snaked across his chest and arms, vivid black ink soaked with blood. He wore the tattered remains of a leather cut, the words Hellborn MC barely visible under the crimson smear. His jaw was clenched, teeth bared in pain, but his eyes—

Alex snapped at Emily in annoyance at being cornered by the girl. "Then what? Explain now!" Emily was getting excited. "Camila is bleeding while Angelina is fine. Do you think, as a humanitarian, I should save Angelina who is fine over saving Camila who was in desperate need of help?" Hearing Alex's long sentence, Emily could not immediately answer. The girl digested carefully the sentence Alex had just said. "What? Camila was bleeding? What happened to her?" asked Louis frowning. "Camila said she was pregnant--"

The ruler at that time was Draco Vahemir - the strongest Vahemir there is to exist. Each and every member of the Infernal bloodbath pack is born with a special ability, their teeth contains poison strong enough to kill a person within seconds. They are not like every regular werewolf out there. They are stronger, faster than the usual werewolf. I flip through the pages and stop at a prophesy. It is a drawing. A stake in a lady's chest, she is in the arms of a man, his head buried on her chest. I flip to the next page, there is another drawing. The woman is in his arms, his head is backwards, his mouth is widened- he should be screaming. There is no caption in either of the picture. The drawi

Story Title (1): Owned by the Devil Chapter 1: You're Not Keeping It I was bent over the bathtub, gripping the edge, my legs spread wide as Damian took me hard from behind. His thick length drove into me again and again, each thrust was so powerful I couldn't help but cry out, moaning and gasping from deep inside me. The bathroom was cold and spotless, but we were a mess... sticky, flushed, and dripping with sweat. We were burning up.

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I dive at Vanessa before she will join Julius, and the fight is full-blown. We fight for a long time and all I see is the spatter of blood splash and fresh flesh torn apart before others come in to separate the fight. As my mother quietly drives us home later, I know with what just happened, there is no way we are going to be allowed to continue staying in this pack. We have just broken the number one rule of a pack. …

"She failed." Vince flashed him a grin. "Cheer up, J. We're about to go to war with the Ghosts. You're the one who's been restless lately, wanting to blow off a little steam. Didn't you tell me last week you've been craving some blood? Here you go, heads on a platter. Enjoy!" Jared shook his head, his eyes flashing. "You're a sadistic fucker, you know that? I want every last Ghost to die for what they did to us, but I don't want Jenna to get hurt. She was nice to me and she has a daughter."

his eyes darkened, and he flicked his tongue over the inside of her thigh, "I believe you requested a story." She whimpered her annoyance, but as he pulled back and stood, the evidence of his arousal pressed tightly against his grey woollen trousers. Sapphira's mouth went dry. The soft clink of crystal dragged her thoughts back to the matter at hand. "Asra is unlike Venelia in many ways, but perhaps the most startling difference is that magic is much stronger there. There are magical beings that most wolves have never even heard of, let alone seen. My father hunted these beings, burned their homes, and slit their throats, all in the name of the crown.