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My name: Anastasia Sanchez. “Oh no!” I grunt. I stare at the screen in disbelief, my mind tottering with questions and fears. Still with trembling fingers, I click its title, my heart pounding ever louder in my chest as I face my fears. As the book’s information loads, my eyes widen in shock, my breath is halted at my throat. There, in bold letters, is the announcement that’s beyond dreading—BONDED II WILL BE WRITTEN BY ANASTASIA (ALONZO) SANCHEZ, A GRADUATING STUDENT FROM ADAMSON UNIVERSITY AS PER AUTHOR AGNESS’ PERMISSION, along with a blurb that makes me wanna pass out.

But Anastasia shortened the distance again with a predatory astuteness. I was fucking drunk. She was a goddamn sexy girl by any man's standards; before Luke stepped into my world, I enjoyed constant excess with high-society women. Hell, I loved burying myself in the cunts of every whore to liquidate the stress of the customs. But Luke... Luke had become something so fucking special, so addictive and pure for my entrails that I had completely forgotten the existence of any cunt in this damn world. However, Anastasia managed to bypass my physical guard due to my drunkenness; she extended her free hand in a rapid way and placed it directly over the fabric of my pants, right between my legs, tak

My hybrid kept jumping inside my chest like a hungry demon, forcing me to inhale the scent that her skin gave off. The girl walked toward the desk with a feline parsimony. She stopped two meters away from me, rested a hand with long and well-groomed nails on the wood, and sketched a smile that poured perversion. “Killian... You... are my mate,” she said with an almost inaudible softness. “I am Anastasia. Anastasia Volkov. I have come all the way from the north of the Council just to find you.” That goddamn voice vibrated directly in my chest, trying to calm Fenris's fury, but my wolf replied internally with a warning growl.

her heart. 'Mate.' Her Wolf explained everything in that one word and she gasped as he responded in kind, 'Mate.' He replied deepening t he kiss as he lifted her into his arms and carried her back to her cottage, 'S

I wouldn't be immune to it until my Luna ceremony. "You are MINE!" He carried on with his rant. "You are mine to use, mine to abuse, mine to kill, do you understand?" I carefully nodded, fighting the tears that wanted to stream down my face. "I will NOT put ip with you being disrespectful, Beta's daughter or not. Do you understand me Anastazie?" He all but growled into my ear. I nodded again but something shocked me, how did he know who I was? Better yet how did he know my name? Almost like he read my mind he chuckled.

"I'm talking about serious stuff, who dares to disturb me? Anastacia, I was polite to you in the past because I wanted to give you some face, but don't really think that you're some impressive person. Do you think that because you endorse La Novela perfume, you can really compete with me? Clearly, Natalia had vaguely heard the news about Anna going against her in the class. However, Anna was really too lazy to play such games with Natalia or get into an argument with a stupid person like her, and suddenly grabbed Natalia’s shoulder, pulling her aside. Natalia could not even avoid it, and was pulled aside like a little chick, and could only watch as Anna walked out. Too arrogant! "Anastacia,

Her obedience. Her ruin. But Anastasiya isn’t just a girl sold into darkness. She’s fire smothered in silk, raised in blood and empire and Maksim’s touch, his voice, his discipline, his terrifying gentleness is unraveling her in ways she never imagined. He whispers Russian endearments while bending her to his will as he breeds her like she belongs to him. And worst of all… She wants it. Her desire both infectious and addictive as it mirrors his own and for men like Maksim..

[WARNING: TRIGGER WARNING CONTENTS!] Rostam Clawmark and Greko Blazul: "!!!" "No way! No way! That is a lie!" Anastasia, who discarded her mate, stomped her broken foot repeatedly as she stripped any soft countenance, revealing her crazy personality to the thousands of beasts she had seduced throughout to march for her bidding. "This all a bad dream! You're a pathetic woman! You should be a cannon fodder, a human furnace for us—the chosen ones! I dreamed of your demise over and over again! Why is it different? Why?"

I may not be able to take back what was done to her, but I could at least make those men pay. Took a little time, but I managed to find every single one and give them the deaths they so greatly deserved. The only one left was Zephyr. The one who started it all. His death will act as a warning to every man in this room, and maybe, just maybe, it will stop it from happening again. And if it doesn’t, then let them know I’ll be coming for them. They may all know me as Dasha Hatzis, daughter of Mihalis Hatzis; right-hand man of the of the most powerful mafia family in all of Greece. But to the rest of the world, I am known by my codename - Aconite; a lethal assassin who fears no man.

I ended up being called Blackheart because I tend to exsanguinate my victims and watch them die and those who have met me describe me as cold and emotionless. Codenames have only been in use for roughly the last century so only three generations of my family have them. My mother is known as Aconite, due to her love of poisoning her victims, especially using aconite. My father is known by the codename Scythe since he loves his gun, and he carves a scythe into his bullets symbolising the grim reaper. Grandpa Titus has old-style flare, his is Akephaloi because he likes to decapitate people. Grandma Talyssa was a simple woman, she went with a gun, which I guess is where my dad got his weapon of