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My heart starts thumping unevenly, I swear I can hear my heart beating in my ear. 'You and I both know, you can't even touch his hair without standing on your tip toes. The Almighty Ella is going to break the jaw of a huge giant with her soft strong hands. Ha-ha.. Hah.. Ha... Ha' my mind has its own mouth. And it's pissing me off along with Maxwell. "You know I never in my entire life bought a single flower let alone gave it to a girl." He informs, his voice sounds calm with a mixture of nervousness.

I advised and she instructed. "Ah!" I groaned when I felt a change in my heart beat. "Are you okay?" Lila asked, concerned. I felt like my heart was about to force itself from beating. What was this? "I'm fine, let's go." I answered and we got into the car. She was still staring at me with a look of concern. "Black, are you okay?" I asked my wolf buy got no response. I called him severally but he never responded. What was this worrisome feeling building inside of me?

It lingered in the darkness but seemed to be getting worse with each step I took. Then I heard it. It was like death themselves was waiting to impale my heart with their scythe. When I saw them in the room through the ajar door, it felt like death's scythe ripped through my heart and pulled it out of my throat. The sight of Ash with her….

he whispered, but he did it damn close to my neck. I got goosebumps, and trembled against his chest as I felt his ink-covered hand grip the doorknob and turn it. No, I didn't want to be afraid even though he seemed like a damn psychopath about to dismember me in the basement of a fraternity while throwing a party. It was definitely movie material. "I still don't fear you, Andra," he said. I got goosebumps when we descended, and I realized the music and shouts were still audible; I felt isolated in the darkness.

It was out of a nightmare, a betrayal of the highest order. Damien's, hair was disheveled, his body entwined with another woman, they were both naked and slick with sweat. The intimacy of it was unmistakable, the mingling of their breaths, a moment never to be seen. "What the hell?!" Damien's voice finally boomed within the breaking, suffocating silence. Assuring herself that she was no longer alone, the woman tried to cover her body as she struggled to do so. There was a flicker of panic in her eyes.

I asked him. "Yes, I know if you're mad at him because he cheated on you and you also want him to feel the pain he caused you so why hurt his ego right?" "And why do you want that thing to happen? He's still your brother, even if you turn the world upside down, he's your blood." I said "That bastard owes me money and I can't get past what he did." I saw his clenched fist. "And what is it?" I ask. "He kidnapped my ex girlfriend."

The second Icen Clayton Blackstone stepped into the room, Ember Heart knew he was trouble spelled in thick capital letters. His name had always been associated with scandal, and he had a lengthy history of affairs known to last for a month or less, thus earning him the name ‘Heartless Prince,’ and even worse, ‘Heart Ripper’. Yet, none of the articles she read had ever cautioned her about his magnetic sexual allure. Ember had seen drop-dead gorgeous men at the party, but there was something about Icen that compelled her to give him a second look even though he wore a masquerade mask.

That one-liner, ‘give me your heart' was all it took to make me snap. “Thane, you don't get it.” I shot at him, my voice raised. “I do not have a heart to give you. There is nothing left in here.” I pressed my heart against my chest, my heart pounding with a dull beat, as though it were agreeing that there was indeed nothing there. “It's an empty, black hole sucking a part of me in it day by day, and I cannot give you that.” “Mira, I understand how you feel…”

Rather I accept my fate, knowing that my time is up. Ready to succumb to my fate, I lower my head to the ground, no longer trying to keep it up. I can hear the steady rhythm of my heartbeat, as it begins to slow. I can hear the pounding of my chest echoing on the tile. Which is when it dawns on me. There's no way it could be my heart. It's far too powerful for it to be my heart.

“The Northern Council knows you are alive. They know your power has awakened. They are sending their entire army here. And they are bringing the one weapon that can kill a Lycan Queen. Not poison. Something worse. Something that can unmake your very soul.” She reached into her cloak and held up a small, ancient stone. It was black and jagged, glowing with a sickly light that seemed to drain the warmth from the air around it. “This is the Heart of the Wolf,” she said. Her golden eyes reflected its glow. “An artifact of the First Betrayer. And it is already on its way.”