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“This book is not a confession. It is a record. Of power, of violence, of velvet and blood. And of the people who lived inside it some survived. Some did not.” She stared at the word “record.” Too cold. Too safe. She added a line beneath it. “If I vanish, this is the map.” That stayed. The fireplace snapped behind her. She kept typing. “The man they called Blackthorn was not the villain. But he was not a hero either. He built the stage. He built the machine. Then he fell in love with a ghost who broke it.” Her mouth tasted like copper. She hadn’t eaten since yesterday. She didn’t care.

I am so worried about how bad these dreams get each and every day. I know something is bothering you and as I always say, take me as your best friend and feel free to tell me anything and everything.’ Mariam, Susan’s mother says sweetly to her, to which she nods her head positively. After a little more conversation with her daughter, Mariam retires to her room to continue her sleep. ~> Introduction to characters. Susan Parrish, female protagonists/ Black’s mate. There’s going to be a lot of her POV’s. Jones Black[Abbadon], male protagonist. There maybe a considerable amount of POV’s in his name.

I thought he was gonna say something but he just walked away, breaking my heart in the process because I knew he was going to commit murder. I couldn't sleep at all, even with the milk I drank earlier. I was worried about my mom. Where in the world was she staying? What did Mr. Black tell her? And now he wants us to go back to Ohio? Where memories of dad would keep distracting us? Then there was Mr. Black himself? I had a bad feeling about his outing. I just couldn't shake it off, despite how hard I tried. Why did such a handsome man have to be so heartless? Who was Nevaeh and what did she do to him to make him so bitter? I turned and turned in bed, trying to fight this insomnia. I checked

Author's POV: “ Mom? “ Black murmured then opened his eyes slowly when he felt a heavy thing on his waist. He explored his eyes and realized that he's still in that room earlier. He might’ve fallen asleep a little. Seems like the heavy thing on his waist was his mother’s hand. “ Don’t wake your mom yet young boy… “ He tilted his head and saw his father in the right side of his mother. So, his mother may have fallen asleep earlier with him. Black looked at Fergus once again. He observed him. He’s making a signal to lower his voice so that his mother won’t wake up. But why does his mom fall asleep? Maybe this old man didn’t make her mommy sleep in peace last night. Did this old man bit his mom

“But it seems the Moon Goddess has cursed me with you.” The crowd stirred in disbelief. Whispers rippled, shock spreading like wildfire. My heart pounded, my mind struggling to grasp his words. Cursed? Me? And then he sealed it. “I, Alpha Benjamin Black, reject you, Nova Stark, as my mate.” The rejection ripped through me like fire. A searing pain unlike anything I have ever experience before tore into my chest, stealing my breath. My knees buckled, my body trembling under the unbearable weight. Tears welled in my eyes and blurred my vision as gasps echoed around me. Some wolves looked on with pity, others with scorn.

"Are you planning to kill me or something?" It will be a pleasure. "N...no." Seriously?!?!?! Just when she was beginning to feel worried for the poor piece of shit did the beast in him rise. Now, what was it he wanted? "Well, your action protrudes the contrary. This fucking steak is three shades darker than it ordinarily should be. Now, take these trash outta ma view and return with something better."

She grinned at her dumbfounded look. "Oh, wow! Really?" She asked. "This is like Willie Wonka and the Chocolate Factory!" She whispered. Alexie laughed. This innocent luna was making her appreciate all the simple things in life. So sweet and adorable. "Hey, Bev!" She smiled at the barista. The girl was a she-wolf at the royal pack. Mated with pups. How she wished she could share the good news --she can't. Not yet. It has to come from their king. The pack and the kingdom will know soon enough.

The information flooded her mind out of nowhere; she wasn't even certain it came from Dobah, but she turned at once to obey him. But as she turned toward the lights of the city, a single figure moved out of the night and blocked the way between her and freedom. The beast was tall and gaunt with gray skin stretched tightly over his skull. His teeth were blackened and jagged, stained with the blood of so many innocents. He smiled at her, a terrible parody of a smile. (Okay guys, these are the real vampires in this book-very ugly and prideful...lol...I will mention about Aiden's kind soon) Blenda was screaming, although no sound emerged from her throat. Dobah was engaged in a terrible battle wi

Atticus asks, reaching over to gently hold his clenched hand. “They take orphaned girls with unique looks and train them to be bed warmers. When the girl turns twelve, they are used for sex by the top pack members.” Black whispers out, a tear running down his face. I look to Atticus who’s face is set in a grim look. Quickly, he stands and rushes to his desk, taking a laptop and bringing it to the table, promptly opening it.

I watch ad she eats, remembering how I met her. Her village was pillaged a few years after mine. She came to us ragged and worn with the others of her village. The Blackclaw warriors love to jeer and place bets on which slaves will last. The bets they placed on her were large. I remember feeling disgusted with them, and giving her a sad look. I also remember her looking up and giving me a brave smile. That smile undid me, as I hadn’t seen a new slave ever hold any hope or smile. She did though. She smiled like she saw a way out. She never would give up. She still won’t.