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One that just needed a little push to put him in higher spirits. After we'd demolished the entire thing, Noir had talked softly about his time in Milan, about what he actually did for the Black Rose. He was their information specialist, the one who could hack into anything, find anyone, make people disappear from databases like they'd never existed and he was also the guy to torture information out of people and tie up loose ends whenever Lorenzo wanted the ends messy. I knew that much from what I'd witnessed. He spoke about it freely with me, and I listened without judgement. I seemed to have begun developing an immunity for illegal shit.

He showed her no compassion and that's when the young woman felt that her cause was truly lost. For a moment, the young woman could hardly breathe. No! Not now... she said to herself. Not now... She began to make the hundred steps under the vigilant eye of the man. She was choking... She had more and more difficulty to breathe and in a last look of pity towards the man, she felt herself losing her balance... She closed her eyes and fainted. Before closing her eyes, she had time to see the face of the stranger who had caught her in time... Black hole... ***

However, the meeting happened unexpectedly between Delmom and Brenda, who had managed to escape from her father. “Delmom, I really need to talk to you before it’s too late.” “What are you doing here, Brenda? — Yes, I don’t have much time, but everything bad that’s happening is my father’s fault, be careful with him!” Brenda disappeared into the mist, becoming a beautiful omega and ran through the mountains. Soon Delmom, transformed into an alpha, but with a broken heart, was looking for prey to feed on. Delmom’s hunt was so intense that all he could see in his eyes was red blood.

Black medium sized bed with black satin sheets and a purple comforter. A flat screen TV....A black coffin walk-in closet, black makeup table that I replaced with books and reading lamp Black coffee table, black suede couch, a mini fridge, a coffin shaped bookshelf, red candles on the coffee table held up by a black candelabra, and a black crystal chandelier. Woahhhh..... I just acknowledged it looked so creepy, but I liked it that way. "Sorry to say, but this looks so fetish to me. How can a room be this dark and..... and...."

Elizabeth said, getting a little sentimental. “I am sure, it won’t,” Northstar smiled. “Because as soon as we get back. I want the book of shadows that the three of you have created secretly.” “Can’t believe our book will be confiscated; just because we made a mistake,” June said. “Rest assured that it will be,” Northstar remained determined. “Deal,” Elizabeth said. “And good to know that you are human too.” Elizabeth, June, and Bonnie laughed loudly and Northstar smiled too.

Brinda slowly climbed out of bed, her pulse hammering against her ribs as a thousand thoughts raced through her mind. If Francesco had truly pranked Marshall and Alessia with The Black Book, then they were walking a razor-thin edge of disaster. She could already picture the storm brewing on the horizon, a tempest of blood and vengeance waiting to swallow them whole. She turned sharply toward him, her voice low, uncertain. “Is this really The Black Book?” Francesco, lounging against the headboard, stretched his arm out lazily, dangling the infamous book between his fingers. A knowing smirk played on his lips. “Why don’t you check for yourself?”

How my body, or perhaps my wolf, was beginning to bear the burden of these stolen powers with unnatural ease. Nyra sat beside him, sipping tea as though I didn’t exist. She didn’t spare me so much as a glance, and I was grateful. Her attention wasn't needed. “Come with me,” Xareth said suddenly, rising from his seat. I followed him down the corridor to his private office. The moment I stepped inside, my eyes were drawn to the Living Book. It rested on a pedestal of dark stone, sealed in a glass case etched with ancient runes. The book shimmered faintly.

Professor Noir's domain. The door swung open before I touched it. Riven stood in the frame, coat of midnight silk drinking what little light existed in the corridor. His rust-brown eyes found mine, then dropped to Zephina's hand in mine, then to the ring on my finger. The black stone pulsed once, recognition or hunger or both. "You're late, little witch." His voice was velvet over gravel. "Noir started without you. Something about the theoretical applications of shadow consumption in enclosed spaces."

So I think we can move from there to a deeper feeling. Christina, the one and only lady of my heart, I know as well that your heart beat faster when you were with me. I'm a vampire, I have acute senses, so you can't hide something like that from me. If this is not a sign that you have at least similar feelings towards me, then you can stab a stake straight into my heart, cut off my head and burn my body to ashes so that I will never rise again. Because if I can't love and adore you for eternity, my life will be completely meaningless. I have been alone for so long that for me rejection equals death. Forgive me for writing such things, and if it sounds like blackmail, but I write everything h