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"Hazel, wait. Let me explain." "Don't touch me!" she shrieked, flinching back. Her glassy, drunken eyes scanned me, her pupils dilated with a mix of intoxication and absolute horror. "Don't you dare touch me! Go back... why... why do you look like this?" I knew how I looked, and it wasn't the man she knew. I had stripped off my suit jacket and waistcoat earlier. My white dress shirt was unbuttoned almost to my navel, exposing my chest. The sleeves were rolled tightly up to my elbows, showing the dark, heavy ink of the tattoos wrapping around my forearms. My hair was a messy, wild ruin from where I’d run my hands through it in frustration. I looked raw, dangerous, and completely unrecognizabl

When I came out the clothing was still on the chair and the tray had been cleared — someone had come and gone while I was in the shower, which meant the door opened from the outside without warning and I needed to account for that — and in place of the tray there was a stack of books. I stopped. Looked at the books. No note. No explanation. Just books, left the way the clothing had been left, as if things that might be needed simply appeared in this house when the need arose. I picked up the first one. Turned it over. Read the back. Set it down and picked up the second one.

Her denial came as fast as lightning. Unfortunately for Estelle, she failed to notice a cold pair of eyes watching her from a distant rooftop. ( Trunagan is the name of the standard currency in Shkrade. It was named after a werewolf hero who slayed an Abyssal Dragon. That's why it sounds more like a name.) (Author's Note: Hi there, sleep deprived author here. I have noticed that my writing has... deteriorated over the last few chapters, and I would love to apologize... and ask for your patience.

The lighter arced through the air, about to hit the gasoline-soaked rug and turn me into a human torch. I squeezed my eyes shut, a wave of hopelessness washing over me. I never thought I would die because Edward cheated. If ghosts were real. I was going to become one, and he would be my first target. This was all his fault. Lyla waited, her breath held in eager anticipation of the inferno, but the. Thick of the lighter hitting the floor never came. There was no rush of heat. Instead, a dark shadow fell across the room, just inches from the ground. A hand shot out and snatched the burning lighter from the air

Ruiz and the medical professionals to guide Nysaa back to a place of stability and healing. In the quiet confines of Dr. Ruiz's home, a full 24 hours had passed, and Nysaa was finally stable. However, she remained unconscious, which meant they were back at the beginning of her treatment. Dr. Ruiz knew that helping Nysaa navigate her traumatic past would be a long and challenging journey, and this incident had made it even more apparent. Dr. Ruiz sat in her study, looking through the leather-bound books that she had discovered among Nysaa's belongings. They turned out to be journals, once owned by Nysaa's foster mother. As she flipped through the pages, she became increasingly absorbed in the

What had she done? She wasn’t the kind of woman who gave herself away so easily. She wasn’t like the others, the women who lived for nights like that, in luxury houses with billionaires. But she had been caught in something more than just his touch. It was like Fred had somehow slipped under her skin, made her forget the rules she had set for herself. But no matter what, she was determined. No more stripping. No more living in that world. She would find a way to live honestly, she had to.

the Alpha roared, his voice shaking the earth. The pack descended into chaos, with everyone running in frantic circles, searching and scouring for the missing keys. But nothing came of it. These doors weren’t ordinary—they were forged from Darksteel, a legendary metal said to be unbreakable, forged in the heart of the earth itself. Even with a thousand warriors armed with tools and weapons, the doors wouldn’t budge without the keys Despite everything Garrick had done to me—betraying me, revealing my secret to the pack, and condemning me to this dungeon—he was still family.

Many found traditional medicine dull and dry, but Sydney loved it. There was no way she would part with this wall of books. Not a chance. She headed to the storage room, grabbed some cardboard boxes, and began packing her medical books to send to Tiffany's place. Caleb's mind was never on her. Even if a few things disappeared from her room, he would never notice. She was in the middle of organizing when her phone rang. The caller ID showed "Little Old Man"—her mentor, Alan Conton.

People called him the Untouchable king, because for the past twenty -five years no has been able to survive his touch. An ancient curse running through his blood, a curse which turns everyone into stone with just a touch. Forcing Kael Draven to rule his kingdom from behind black leather gloves, he lived with a crown and a curse with a lonely heart. Seraphina Vale never believed the terrifying stories until one careless accident changes everything. When she mistakenly grabs the king bare hands. The world holds its breath. But she didn’t turn to stone.