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he didn't finish what he had to say because of my gentle biting on his neck I pressed my teeth into his skin and he moaned terribly I leaned back in the chair and looked at him after biting his neck "Shit that hurts" he whispered and caressed the neck that I bit, he looked at me but I just smiled "I'm sleepy" I whispered and it wasn't even a second before I lost consciousness _______________ Aykafaye❤️❤️ ******* Vote Follow Comment

Chapter16 THE DREADFUL WALK LD We are walking, and Jessblue tells me about her life, but the monster in me is slowly taking over my mind and body. The next thing I know is I’m jumping on top of Jessblue and bite her neck from behind, forcing my fangs into her. My eyes roll back in my head from the taste of her blood, and I lock on to her neck. She tastes so fucking delicious. I must have her right now and claim her. I’m trying to stop the monster in me, but I can’t.

“What better way is there to hurt someone than using their most trusted person?” “You're right. I just hope she'll do exactly all that you ask of her.” Edward said. “Of course, she will. Look at her now, she's the one on the ground.” “You're right, Nora.” I smirked and placed a hand on the Beta's stomach then I brought out a revival potion from my inner wear and opened it. I placed the droplet of blood in it and fit my right pinky finger that blood dripped out of. Then I squeezed a few in the revival potion and parted the Beta's lips open and forced her to drink potion.

“Greg! She’s trying to pit us against each other! You have to believe me–” “Believe you?” Greg laughed suddenly, sounding like he was about to go crazy. “You vile, shameless liar!” Julian pulled me behind him, his palm pressing against my back through the fabric, warmth seeping in. He handed me a cup of water, his voice low and steady. “Don’t get angry. It’s not worth it.”

I then resolved to shoot for the sky even when I have no competition to motivate me. "What are you writing?", I asked, trying to feel less awkward. "I'm writing a story on Wattpad, "The Battle of Wits: War Against Bullies". Would you like to read it and tell me what you think?, It isn't much. Just an author note and the prologue, which I'm writing that I want to publish tonight". "The title sounds cool. I would have asked for the synopsis if not that I don't like spoilers or anything that looks like it. I'm on Wattpad, so I'll read it and drop my review for you in your DM"

"You are the wolf." Liam nodded, his expression shifting. The softness vanished, replaced by a raw, hungry look that sent a jolt of terror straight down my spine. "Forgive me," he growled, the sound vibrating in his chest against mine. Before I could scream, he dipped his head. I felt his lips, hot and wet, against the sensitive curve of my neck. Then, sharp pain. a sudden, piercing bite that tore through skin and muscle. "Ah!" My knees buckled. A wave of heat exploded from the bite mark, flooding my veins with fire. The world tilted, the moonlight blurring into streaks of silver.

I set them back down on the shelf, deciding to just ignore what I saw, and that was when I heard him say, "Pass me one of those, will you? I used the one I kept in my wallet." My face reddened. "Come get them yourself." "That's not nice or helpful of you, little stepsister," he said back. "Pass me one. What will it cost you?" Fuming, I tore one from the strip and marched toward his bed. I threw it at him from a distance and said, "There." It hit his chest. I started turning back, but Jude moved as quickly as lightning, grabbing my wrist. Before I knew it, I was on his bed, trapped under his body.

This damn bastard, she shouldn't have believed his lies! Chelsea opened her mouth and bit into his shoulder. Russell was only wearing a shirt, she bit down hard, causing him to frown in pain. He let Chelsea bite him, then after a few seconds, suddenly asked, "Is this the marking from those werewolf novels you read? Biting on the gland to mark the other person?" Chelsea almost spat out blood, she loosened the pressure on her bite after Russell messed around. She let go and glared at him, "Did you look at my iPad?"

Not breathing. But smiling. Up close, she smelled rotten beneath the glamour. Power stolen and worn like perfume. “You look disappointed,” I said. She tried to twist away, a pathetic attempt, really. I leaned in, close enough that my lips brushed hers. Not in a kiss meant for comfort or desire, but possession. A mockery. I felt her freeze as I worked my way down her neck. Then I bit her. My fangs sank into her neck. She screamed, the sound tearing out of her as I drank. Her blood was bitter. Laced with stolen magic. I felt it fight me as it slid down my throat, and I laughed into her skin.

The rain made the ground slippery, it would be so easy to fall and break something. She hurried closer. Her hand was already reaching for her phone that was no doubt drenched due to the rain. " Is he alright? I can...I can call for help...." The larger figure visibly tensed. Slowly, he turned to face her, and Maya froze under the weight of his gaze. His eyes—deep, dark red like fresh blood—locked onto hers. His face, a maze of countless tattoos, twisted into a snarl. Razor-sharp teeth gleamed in the dim light, still wet with crimson. She was certain something—flesh, perhaps—was wedged between them. On the ground, the other man had gone terrifyingly still. A gaping wound tore across his neck,