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snapped Amanda. Darko took off his glasses. A pair of eyes and a sharp gaze stared straight at Amanda standing. "I have no intention of embarrassing you, darling. Didn’t I've done something romantic?" said Darko. Amanda squeezed her forehead while sighing at Darko's words. 'Darling? What is that? A nickname for me? Hah- It going me crazy,' thought Amanda. "Romantic? Ro-man-tic, you say? You must be crazy!" Amanda cursed twisted her inner sentence.

I croaked my throat as dry as a badger’s armpit. Dominic’s lips curved into something that wasn’t quite a smile, "Dinner’s ready," he said. "Don’t be late." And just like that, he walked away, leaving behind a silence that crackled like a live wire. Ava let out a low whistle, "Holy shit! He saw that, didn’t he?” I nodded slightly, imagining all the things that could be going through Dominic’s head after what he had just witnessed. I really hoped he wasn’t imagining that I was into women. I mean just the thought of him imagining me in any kind of way at all made my heart beat faster.

Outside meant being alone when the sun dipped too low. She pushed again, harder. The hallway lights flared and then went dark. Silence swallowed the house. For a brief, terrible second, she felt herself slipping, the effort of holding everything together costing more than she had to give. Her form flickered weakly near him, barely an outline, barely present. He turned toward her fully now. “I can’t stay inside forever,” he said quietly. His face held no anger. The clean planes of it were calm. Forever. She did not think of that word the way he did. Forever was already hers. She had been forever for years.

If you ask me, he should be the sacrifice…" Before I could finish, Ximena had already plunged her hand into James's chest and ripped out his heart. She chewed on the fresh heart, bite after bite. Then, she ordered the eerie puppets to drag his body away and drain the blood to use for the wedding feast. The puppets carried out the command with excitement, like it were a holiday. They hung James's corpse upside down from a withered tree to let the blood drain. "You should do it, my husband."

The angry, shamed part of her still wanted to push him away, suspecting he had spent his absent night with another of his companions, and she remained stiff for a long moment, until his gentle mouth and softly caressing hands smoothed away her resistance. Their lovemaking was slow, almost tenuous, as they let their bodies speak all the things they both wanted to say. Or maybe she was misinterpreting his apologetic touches and soothing kisses. Perhaps she was fooling herself so she could continue sharing her body with him. Even the doubt of that couldn’t hold back her cries of passion, and she was eager for him when he lifted her thigh and entered her carefully, drawing out his possession unt

“You are my home.” They moved together like they’d never been apart, like they knew every rhythm of each other’s bodies. The pace was slow, sensual—more about connection than conquest. Every kiss, every touch, was an apology, a promise, and a declaration. When it finally washed over them, it did so in waves—breathless, shuddering waves that left them gasping, clinging to each other in the aftermath. Dominic rolled to the side, pulling her into his arms, holding her like something sacred.

Paige questioned, "Why aren’t you saying anything? Is it because the woman who admired you is now with someone else, and you're feeling uneasy? Isn't that how it's portrayed in TV dramas? When a woman pursues you relentlessly, you find it annoying. When she finally turns to someone else, you feel uncomfortable. "In reality, you've long grown accustomed to her pursuit, unwittingly falling in love with her. It's just that you never realize your feelings until she's gone. This is a classic case of not appreciating what you have until it's lost." "This is why it’s best you avoid those cheesy romance dramas," Chris casually remarked. "They lack substance and only lead to overthinking. Whatnots wi

But she get lucky to warm my bed and not just for free. "It mean that it bad enough to see you through out the night and now am going to see your face in the daytime too " she said placing her soft hands on my chest in attempt to push me away. "Who told you being my lover was only during the night?" "Huh?if not during the night when else?" "Anytime and Anywhere I want" I said as I put a trail of hair behind her ear. "So once you get home get pretty enough... And spread your legs for me like a lover should."

Her reply wasn't what I sought for and she knew she failed me so she wasn't surprised when I angrily rose to my feet, heading to my room as tears brimmed my eyes and dropped freely. It all seemed hopeless. The Red Bone Pack were not normal wolves; they were lycans, a special breed created by dark magic. The witches of East Coven had made the first one, a mindless beast whose sole purpose was to protect them from their enemies. When the beast had gone rogue, he had attacked a wolf pack and had been captured, its blood extracted to be experimented on. Their Alpha had tested its blood on several wolves, creating a new breed of demonic wolves. Although they looked like wolves, their transformati

kenzie said as I stared at her "oh gimme a break, love at first sight seriously?" I said "yeah it's romantic" kenzie added "ew, gross" I blute out cause the word disgust me "you see quincy here is a no love life type so she doesn't understands love" Gianna said to kenzie as she hand quotes the no love life type word. "Awwwn that bad" kenzie said in a sad tone "okay enough of this love talk am starving" she said as her stomach rumbled loudly making us laugh.