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The blood kept coming. Shawn was a stubborn man as he determinedly dialed Zoey’s number again. His new number ended up getting blacklisted once more. He then pressed the bell, alerting the doctors and nurses to run to his room. Shawn’s face was blank as he quietly leaned back in bed and asked if he could borrow one of the doctors’ phones. He then dialed a number that he had memorized by heart. When the call went through, Shawn finally said the words that he could never bring himself to tell Sarah: “I love you.”

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I grabbed my purse and headed out the door, turning back for my book on the kitchen counter; reading books will forever be my first love. At The Tasty Place Diner I found what might be my new inspiration. He was tall, almost roughed, not too soft. I don’t know what to make of what happened. “Mr. Blackwood,” he had signed my book; who was he? He was light skinned. I usually like men a shade closer to purple. His chest was broad, too broad. Usually my men are slimmer. He had lazy eyes that looked intense just when he needed them to be. Bedroom McDreamy eyes... And he smiled like a humming bird, glorious and slick.

“I want your complicated. I want to see why when you’re around it’s a book I need to read. You told me even the wicked deserved love, and it made me feel something. But when you kissed me, you lingered on me even when you walked away.” He began to rub my arms, causing a tingling feeling inside me. He moved his hand over to my neck as he pushed my hair aside. Where his breath hit my neck it made the hairs stand up. “Talon don’t do this to yourself. You will find yourself in an everlasting cycle of not knowing what’s coming. I almost got you killed.” He bent down and kissed the crease of my neck. “I can handle it, and I sure as hell can handle you.” My body took control and betrayed me again a

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Something intrigues him and he decided to make her his. That day, she lost her every hope, he got his all reasons to live. She lost her light, he got his sunshine. And he came into her life like an angel, that what she thinks and pulled her out of her darkness to another world, to another world of danger and guns. What will happen when the king of darkness falls for the soul of light.?? What will happen, when she gave her heart to the man of the mafia world unaware of his true identity.??? How their love will survive in the world of darkness with some truths which are going to turn their lives ups and downs.

He smiled warmly at Nick while he took his vitals. “I’m so sorry you had to go through this, but there is a need for your physical bodies,” said King Rufus as he strode into the room. “I have learned that, not only have Heloise and Alfred been affiliating with the scourge in the dark side of shadow land, but Alfred sold Vanessa to them as a sex slave.” Martin could barely contain his anger. “He did what?”

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I whispered, voice breaking, “that I need to step out of your reach… to keep them safe.” His tightened his grip. “No.” “This isn’t goodbye,” I rushed. “It’s protection.” Cassian stood abruptly. “I will dismantle them,” he said. “I swear to you.” I smiled sadly. “I know.” And that was the problem because loving Cassian meant standing in the line of fire. When dawn broke, the townhouse was empty. There was no note, no address. And far away, Mr. Blackmoor smiled as his phone buzzed. “She’s gone,” his advisor said.

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