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Therefore, mixing with him was the last thing any father would want, much less accept. But it was obvious how insanely good looking he was, despite whatever demons he had in his personal life that I had already experienced after only knowing him for a few hours. When girls said they wanted a bad boy, I'm pretty sure they secretly meant somebody like Jason McCann.

Desa and Rosco looked at each other. "They are right, we can't just hope to win this battle only by what we noticed, we should know them, everything, what they are doing, what they will do, all their plans," Desa said. As she took a deep sighed, her eyes darted on where Cassandra was standing. "Cassandra?" "Yes?" she answered quickly. "I want you to be scout inside the Moon Desire Kingdom." Cassandra's eyes widen, she even looked at her mother that seems like signaling not to accept what Desa wants to happened.

"Get out, David. You have no right to be here." "Come on, Soph," he said, his tone dripping with mock affection. "You know I’m just looking out for you. I heard about your new billionaire boyfriend. Alex Carlisle, right? Did you know he has a reputation for breaking hearts? For using people until they’re no longer of use to him?" Her heart pounded in her chest, but she refused to let him see her fear. "You don’t know anything about him." David chuckled darkly, stepping closer. "I know enough. I know his ex, Evelyn Monroe, has a vendetta against him. And I know she’s willing to go to great lengths to get what she wants. Including using me."

Hello, my loves. I just wanted to take a moment to reach out from behind the screen and truly thank you all. Thank you for every comment and for the incredible support you’ve shown for Adrian, Lena, and the messy, dramatic world of Dark Desires. Your passion for this story is what keeps the lights on in my writing nook. Knowing you guys are out there, invested in these characters and waiting to see what happens next, is the greatest motivation a writer could ever ask for.

Mum, dad and Holden left us to our movie and the lights dimmed again, Melody pressing play and Picture Perfect continuing. My sisters, Virginia and even Deacon were singing along, making me laugh; in the dim light of the TV screen, I could make out Deacon whipping his head around to the music, singing comically along with the mash up of Just the way you are/ Just a dream. For some reason I wasn’t totally engrossed in the film, something else had my attention… or should I say someone else; despite the darkness, my impeccable wolf sight could make out the change in colour of Bethany. How every few minutes her cheeks would turn from their usual blushed tinge to snow white paleness, and her teet

“Or is the plan to leave me standing like some decoration while you all gawk?” No answer. Only the soft echo of footsteps from above the huge staircase. A shadow emerged from the staircase, like it had been there before. Dark, tall, and perfectly poised, he moved with the grace of a predator, each step deliberate, measured and slow. His hair was so dark, eyes that gleamed with something dangerous, then desire? Amusement? Or both, his gaze locked onto me as he reached the bottom of the stairs. “You must be Isabella,” he said finally, voice low, with a hint of lethal control.

I study the piece for a few moments again and say the first thing that comes out of my mouth “Longing. There’s a peacefulness that transcends the piece.” As I look down to her she tilts her head upward slightly looking at me as well as she says, “how’d you know?” In the exact moment, one of the strobe lights flashes across her eyes, making them look slightly green then golden and a dash of amber. She’s clearly even more beautiful up close than when I watched her from afar. We lock eyes with each other for seconds too long for people that just met. It feels like her eyes are staring into my soul. Almost like she sees everything about me; the not so bad, the horrible and the downright ugly.

Damn lady, you can act! "Indeed," Dark answered with his deep, rich voice. Damn, did I wet my panties? Why not? That man is the finest of them all, but of course, if I see some fine asses I want to screw, I go ahead and screw them and leave. I can only settle for one man, and his name is Dark. “Your dark coffee, ma'am." She said. "Oh, you are sweet. Thank you. That would be all for now.” I said, and she left the table. I didn't hear the rest of their conversation since the waitress brought my Americano, and I couldn’t just collect the coffee from her and dismiss her right away.