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Add to that an athletic physique and there really wasn’t much room to wonder why I was so physically attracted to him. Granted, his actions should have overwritten that attraction, but for some reason, they didn’t. I was one fucked-up person. I had to be, right? To want sex with a man who killed my friends and kidnapped me. Eventually I stopped staring at him, but didn’t move, only let my vision unfocus. “What?” he huffed some time later. “What, what?” I asked as I sat up, bringing my attention back to him. “Your staring is getting annoying.”

“Did you get any other names? any other information about who else might have been interested?” “N-no, Sir. I swear it, I promise I won’t do anything like this ever again. I was just scared that The Deadly One was going to come for me. I don’t want to die.” A sly smirk formed on my lips as I chuckled. If only he knew his worst fear was right in front of him.

Ariel lifted her head, her face drained of color. Beautiful fireworks burst into the night sky, painting the darkness with dazzling streaks of color, just like in fairy tales. Outside the hospital, a crowd had gathered. "Did you hear? The CEO of Bluum Corp, Mr. Larkin, spent over 20 million dollars on this firework show for his girlfriend's birthday!" "It's Nancy Stanton we're talking about! An Arcadia Tech PhD! Every top company in the country is fighting to hire her. She's smart, gorgeous, comes from an elite family, and her boyfriend is rich and ridiculously hot!"

Wires snaking out from a dirty black box blinking with every second. There was no sound, or screaming. Only the image and time. My hands started shaking. “Dominic?” Diego asked. “What is it?” I couldn’t speak. “Dominic.” Matteo stepped closer, his voice sharp now. “What the hell is it?” They crowded around, trying to see. My fingers couldn’t move. The phone trembled in my grip. Then another ping. A message popped up across the screen. Marry me properly this time. 24 hours. Or you’ll collect their ashes.

It was late, but they were still serving sandwiches and soup. I ordered a grilled cheese and tomato soup. It is comfort food for people who still believed comfort existed. While I waited, I scrolled through my phone. Mistake number one. Azrael’s name was everywhere. “AZRAEL DE LUCA : DEAD IN PLANE CRASH WHILE FLEEING FEDERAL INVESTIGATION.” I felt the air leave my lungs.

Her picture was also taken at the crime scene, and yet again, there was no evidence left behind… LILY GRAHAM. 30 years old. Shot outside of Woodwick Central. Known to have a cannabis addiction. Raped and murdered. The third picture was of a Puerto Rican man, wearing black jeans paired with a black jacket. He had a tribal tattoo across his chest, and the crime scene photos showed horrific images of him lying down next to his sisters, his mother, and his father, all of them left to die in their own pool of blood. They’d left a gun in his hand to make it appear that he’d killed his whole family before killing himself, but that was just pure bullshit…

And a dragon-marked warrior student council president who smiled like sin and tasted like fire whose touch left him trembling, powerless, and desperate for more. Every heartbeat, every brush of skin, every whispered word pulled him deeper into temptation. Desire, danger, and power collided and Jayden had no choice but to surrender. Two men. One boy. An impossible attraction. And a fate spinning wildly out of control. Will Jayden survive this deadly game or will he give himself completely… to both of them?

Despite her inner turmoil, she couldn't deny the magnetic pull of Francisco's gaze, its hypnotic allure leaving her momentarily powerless to resist. Hazel couldn't deny the undeniable charm that exuded from the man before her. His chiseled jawline, piercing eyes, and confident demeanor made him the epitome of attractiveness. Yet, beneath the surface, there was something unsettling about him, a shadow that lurked behind his captivating facade. She couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to him than met the eye, something hidden beneath the veneer of his charm. But Hazel knew better than to trust appearances alone. She had learned the hard way that beauty could be deceiving, and the mos

"In a world you’ve 'Deleted.' You bought my time to save your merger. Now, I’m here to buy yours to save your 'Soul'." Dominic’s hand shot out, his fingers gripping the edge of the glass desk behind her, effectively pinning her into his space. The "Office-Relationship" was no longer about a "Fake-Fiancée"; it was about a "Total-Biological-Recall." He leaned in, his scent—sandalwood, rain, and cold power—overwhelming her senses. The Steamy-Recall: A Pulse in the Dark

On the day of our wedding, my fiance's best friend, Penny Lynd, showed me a video, smiling as she said, "Hey, Lydia. I've already educated Aron for you. He's now a real stud, so enjoy!" I felt my breath leaving my lungs as they made love in the video, while Aron Quaker laughed, clapping her shoulder. "Where did you get that AI video? I only took your clothes off that one time." While he was laughing without a care, I felt like I'd just fallen into an abyss. Seeing me lose my cool, Penny laughed out loud too. "There! I knew it would upset Lydia! She's so dumb that she can't even tell that it's an AI video—and a bet's a bet! Starting today, we will be married for three days." It was only t