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And not just because of his physical monstrosity, it's the way his gaze seems to penetrate deep through my dark core. I shook my head. It's not the time to overthink and trap myself into the endless loop of what-ifs and probably. I haven't forgiven myself for being careless and for not rounding up the complete list of everyone working inside the organization. The possibility that Bast is my uncle is eighty-twenty, in addition to that there's also a good chance that he was behind the fifty million dollars transfer on the offshore account that my biological mother has set up for me. I know fucked when I see one. And as I looked on the reflection of myself on the gleaming countertop, I saw a fa

There are only drunks, people talking bad about other people, and it's a world where a girl like you doesn't fit in. -If it's so bad why are you there then? -I'm already fucked to the core. There's no salvation for me," her eyes were dull, "But I don't want you to destroy yourself in that environment, Monique," she lifted her hand and put it behind my neck, "Besides I don't like it when men look at you with desire. It makes my blood boil when someone even looks at you, or talks to you, or touches you. His face was so close and he seemed so committed to what he was telling me that Darren's words echoed in my head again: Colton is dangerous, he won't let anyone near you.

Danilo’s POV I stood outside the liquor store clutching the brown paper bag like it might blow up in my hands. My stomach was twisting and flipping nonstop. Beckett Reynolds had me. He had me cornered like a rat and he knew it. My head kept running in circles, thinking maybe there’s a way out, but every thought just looped back to him. Back to that smug grin. Back to his voice in my ear, calling me good boy.

Tonight, that reason has finally walked through the doors. I knew she would. Places like this, they're impossible to resist. They get under your skin and seep into your blood. It was designed to be that way. Silas and I built Apex to lure people back, to make sure once you've had a taste you'll always crave more. It's a trap dressed as paradise and she stepped right back inside.

"You think you're so smart, don't you? You think you've found your true love, huh? Sorry to break it to you, but you're wrong about that. Harvey's the real culprit." Natalie instinctively glanced at Harvey, but before she could even question him, he bellowed, "You're the scumbag of a criminal, Cameron! You've got no one but yourself to blame for everything. "Who knows? Maybe you already have AIDS, and you're just trying to infect Nat, too! Well, I'm going to make one thing clear to you—she's my woman now!" Hearing that, she reflexively inched closer to Harvey. I spotted the matching rings the two of them were wearing, and my nose stung a little.

he asked him. “No, you don’t. You just wait. The lone wolf will get you if anything happens to me.” The boy said “The lone wolf?” Sebastian asked amused “Yes. Sebastian the beserkir. He would gut you!!! He’s a total badass.” He said, filling up the former’s ego without actually knowing it. Mara had never felt more embarrassed for a person than she did at that moment. She wanted to rush off and cover his mouth with her hands, but he kept spewing his nonsense.

He was a drug lord and he was trafficking girls, and I knew that Alicia wasn’t safe around him. The thought of what he could have done to her made my skin crawl. I felt sick and so lost at the same time. What was Alicia doing in Bogotá? I had no answers to all the questions that I had. I was so mad and the only thing that I wanted at that moment was to put a bullet in his head. Smash had declared a huge war and I knew that the only person who would come out alive in the war was me—killing him was now at the top of my bucket list. An hour later, I pulled over to my driveway and went straight to bed but I couldn’t sleep that night, trying to come up with a way to save Alicia.

Ariana POV Friday morning began with a scream. Not a terrified scream. Not an emergency scream. A Maya scream. Which somehow managed to be worse. I was halfway through breakfast when my phone exploded with notifications. The group chat had accumulated twenty-three new messages in less than five minutes. Experience had taught me that ignoring such activity was dangerous. Whatever disaster Maya had created would eventually find me anyway. With a sigh, I opened the chat. The first thing I saw was a photograph. The second thing I saw was Maya's message. WE HAVE A CRISIS. Immediately below it was a picture of a giant poster board. Then another message appeared. SOME PEOPLE ARE CHEATING.

A monster? The moment we step onto the grounds, the smell hits. It's the smell of copper and rot and something disgusting. My stomach lurches. Kira swears under her breath. Isaiah's jaw tightens as the backup soldiers fan out, their boots silent on the snow, their weapons drawn. Then the chanting reaches us. It's loud enough to vibrate in my bones. My hand rests on my stomach, my palm flattening over my bump on instinct. 'Please,' I think desperately. 'Please be okay.‘

“I remember your screams.” The floor cracked. A line split across the wood beneath the bed. Blackness seeped through the fracture. Not shadows. Not smoke. Something thicker. Something alive. Macy cursed. Real fear broke through his voice. “We have to leave.” The words snapped me from my trance. “What?” His eyes looked wild. “Now!” Another crack spread. And this time— a hand emerged. Tiny. Pale. Child-sized. My breath caught. Then another hand appeared. And another.