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Arrow bowed before rushing off, leaving me alone, and I looked towards the scene in front of me, I forced myself to watch the crimson droplets that had yet to dry slowly dance down the white and creme swirl wallpaper, let the coppery twinge guide my first, second, third, and fourth step into the bloodied art haven, and felt this situation lit a spark inside me… All of this… All of this was because of the lies, if I wasn’t lied too… Something hot burned through me as I studied the once golden skin of a girl who was only a few years younger than myself, her long long life now vanished before my very eyes, and then sliding my eyes to the rest of her body, deep holes laid were one could only ima

bisexuality, he smiled, and although he did not understand it, he said that only once in college he tried a man's member, but he had not been penetrated, he told it while he ran his tongue over her breasts, that story excited her too much, She asked him to continue with his story, as she gently slipped her hand into his pants, his dick was hard, she pulled out her nipples, and asked him to suck them like when she sucked her partner that day, he was on fire almost completely, he continued kissing her passionately, his excitement continued, she went down with her lips and started the best for him, were you as good as me? , Feel how I do it to you and tell me about it, Emiliano Romero's excite

"It turns out it wasn't me," Luna whispered, "the one you should be biting." "Anna, he's drunk. Should-" "None of your business!" Anna snapped. Unable to hold back her tears, her legs spun, and she walked quickly. Ruby sighed, looking at Anna and Glenn alternately. She felt trapped between Alpha and Luna's stories. On average, their stories are intimate and warm in romance stories created by humans' dreams. The Alphas honourably bite into the figure they wish to become Luna; the companion figure reflects graceful strength.

CRIMSON “Do you know the story of the bloody werewolf rogue that was killed by his alpha? Do you know about that rogue that was hated by all of his pack and all the other packs that no one wanted him at all? Are you familiar with the story, child?” an old woman asked me while giving me a serene smile on her lips.

She dumped about ten BL manga on top of the porn magazines. Ryan asked, “What are those? I’ve never seen them before.” Ryan, the super conservative of the bunch. I was surprised his eyes didn’t pop out of their sockets when he saw the porn magazines with naked girls on the covers. Jess said proudly, “They’re Yaoi manga. Have you never read them before? They tell love stories between two men, or more.” She laughed. “The artwork is very beautiful.” She said dreamily, “I particularly love the stepbrothers trope.” She turned to look at me meaningfully. “The forbidden love. The hidden feelings. The angst. Oh, it’s just so interesting and such a turn-on.”

The curly blonde-haired girl, on the other hand, was just confused as she sized me up with her eyes. My eyes were locked on the handsome Alpha prince, so sexy and domineering with his Alpha aura filling the air. He had that bad boy enticing appearance that most ladies would love and his dreamy hazel eyes cute, but right there, I knew he wasn't for me. His eyes were brimming with disgust and anger as they gawked at me even with my mate scent.

And the girl who falls in love with the one man wild and possessive enough to fight the future beside her…instead of chaining her to it. HEIR OF BLOOD AND MOON is a steamy, enemies‑to‑lovers, next‑generation wolf/witch romance set in the world of The Blood Moon Cycle, featuring dangerous flirting, protective obsession, sharp‑tongued banter, and parents whose love story is legendary—and mortifying. --- ### Chapter 1 – Morning, Heir of Peace Rin woke to the sound of bodies hitting dirt. Not birdsong, not the hush of the forest—just the steady thud of fists and feet on packed earth, the grunt and crash of wolves trying to beat each other into being better. Blackmoon morning music.

As if they held their breaths in anticipation of what was to come. The sizzling sound of liquid against the hot metal sounded from somewhere - too close or too far, I couldn’t distinguish. The pungent scent of gasoline and oil seeped into my lungs, suffocating me. A warm liquid trickled down my temple. Slowly, I brought my fingers to it. Blood. My hair was wet and sticky, plastered against my forehead. “They both have to die,” the same voice commanded. The gruff sound of grunts and foreign words filled the air.

Instead of a kiss, he took a bite of Elian's lower lip. Elian gasped, the sharp sting of pain instantly melting into white-hot wave of unexplainable heat. He tasted his own blood, mixed with the overwhelming scent on Dex's cologne, and it was the most intoxicating thing he'd ever felt. He squeezed his eyes shut and tried to control himself but his body kept on betraying him. Dex was the culprit, because with just his knees, he was keeping the right pressure on the right places, giving very little to no strength like Elian wanted. In such craze filled state, he wished Dex would just grab his dick and jerk him off until he came into his hands.