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I froze, stuck between the present and my past, no idea if I even had a future. The silhouette moved, its mighty paws taking a step closer into the dim moonlight. I gasped. My eyes gazed upon the darkest fur I had ever seen. It was darker than black. Its golden eyes pierced through my very soul. Thunder rumbled through him. Him? I didn't know how I knew this but I just did. Suddenly, he roared attempting to pounce. I jolted out of sleep, chest heaving frantically as I managed to catch my breaths.

"Elena, it seems you have a lot you are hiding. I wish your ex knew what he threw away. Keep me updated Bryan, I want to know everything about the Wellington family." Bryan nodded, "Already on it, sir. I will have something for you within an hour." Bryan turned and disappeared into the shadows, leaving Ethan. Ethan sat down on the leather chair, as he leaned back, the chair made a soft creak. His hand slipped into his trouser pocket, his fingers closing around the familiar shape of his lighter. He drew it out, the metal gleaming in the soft light, and flipped the lid open with a thumb. The flame danced to life, casting flickering shadows on his face.

"Take her away." She continued to scream and struggle as they bundled her out of the room. The lonely halls echoed with vengeful cries and screams, with a final message. "You think you are so smart, Dashiell bloody Blackwood! Damian is ten steps ahead of you, and one of the people who is closest to you is working with him!"

_______________ **BLURB** Book 1] CRIMSON : 'Il Velo di MINE' {The Veil of Mine} from MAFIA DARK ROMANCE MINE series He lowered his head, his pupils burning like an ignited flame. "Maybe you think you can escape from me... BUT YOU CAN'T GET AWAY FROM ME", He whispered softly in her ears, causing her to shiver under his gaze. He was her WARMTH. She was his PEACE. but everything was not this simple at all. *** Zafira Wilder, a 30-year-old divorcee, thought she had escaped the shadows of her past, but her world is about to be shattered.

Don Niko didn't save me from the hands of death only for me to betray him like this. ‘You already messed up. Retrace your fucking steps Thalia,’ my innervoice urged me, making me slip my hands into my bag. My fingers curled tightly around the gun, my heart fluttering with fear as I slowly pulled it out. In my three years of murdering people, I'd never felt so scared to shoot someone. Christ. Was this what it felt like to be dickmatized? I discarded the thought. I wasn't weak. I wasn't sentimental. It was just sex and nothing more. It didn't change the fact that he was my target to assassinate.

My first night back at the Davis estate, sleep was a stranger. The withdrawal hit hardest in the dead of night. Curled up in bed, I shook with chills, my pajamas drenched in cold sweat. Memories assaulted me: my dad getting shot, my mom's last scream, the red liquid Adrian handed me... I remembered my first kill at 18: a traitor. Francis had shoved a gun in my hands and said, "Show your loyalty." I pulled the trigger, and the bullet found its mark.

"Yes, I'm your good girl, I'm your sweetheart... please..." He reaches between us. Works my clit. Drives in hard. And takes me apart completely. I cum with his name in my throat and my nails in his back and my whole body shaking and he drives through every second of it and follows me over the edge with his face pressed into my hair and my name in his mouth and both of us wrecked together in his dark bedroom on the nineteenth floor while the city glitters below and neither of us is thinking about meetings or glass walls or three weeks of professional distance.

So I think we can move from there to a deeper feeling. Christina, the one and only lady of my heart, I know as well that your heart beat faster when you were with me. I'm a vampire, I have acute senses, so you can't hide something like that from me. If this is not a sign that you have at least similar feelings towards me, then you can stab a stake straight into my heart, cut off my head and burn my body to ashes so that I will never rise again. Because if I can't love and adore you for eternity, my life will be completely meaningless. I have been alone for so long that for me rejection equals death. Forgive me for writing such things, and if it sounds like blackmail, but I write everything h

“Let’s alert the rest.” ………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………… Daniel frowned in concentration as he sat by the table in the living room studying the book on Luke’s origins. He wore a plain white turtle neck and black shorts. A cup of hot coffee was beside him which he sipped from occasionally. The only other person in the living room was Tisha who had fallen asleep on the couch, wearing an oversized white T-shirt that went down to her knees.

"It seems that this pack has been in remote parts of the country for many years, which is why they have remained undiscovered for so long." "That explains why they survived so long," Reese said. That was true, but a much more important question came to mind. "Why are you telling us this?" Not that that wasn't interesting, but it didn't explain my boss's behavior. "There's a very simple reason for that." Jilin hesitated a moment, then pushed the folder towards me. But she left her hand on it. “That is all the information we have gathered about the Drein so far. But not all of them are beautiful and some of them can bring back bad memories. ”Jilin looked me in the eye. “Grace, these tattoo num