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regretful? He shook the thoughts from his head. He had planned this for years. Why would he regret it now? Hermione was a manipulator, a conniving woman. She and her father had deliberately destroyed his family. Why would he pity her? She might have acted more mature when they married, but it didn't change who she was deep down — a monster. "If you have nothing left to say, you can leave, Judith. And don't return unless it's business-related. If you break your end of the deal again, I might consider terminating you."

Strong hands grip my waist to steady me, and a deep, smooth voice says, “Hey, babe. Leaving already?” I look up. Jawline sharp enough to end civilizations. Green eyes colder than a stock market crash. That smug, soul-destroying smirk. Hayden. Freaking. Wolfe. My nemesis. He arches a brow. "You look like you've seen a ghost." “More like a demon," I mutter. A slow grin tugs at his lips. "Good to see you too, squirrel." “Hayden?” Someone comments, their voice laced with disbelief.

My cock stirred and I swore under my breath. He's in my head. I dug my nails into my palms and forced myself to take a long, deep breath before I blew it out. All I had to remember is that Amadeo Bianchi was a son of a bitch who killed and maimed without blinking an eye. That's it. I had a debt to pay off and if I had to keep screwing him, fine. But I wasn't going to let him get to me. God, I hope he's not here.

Derek fired angrily, already at his limit. “I understand the reason for your anger, and sincerely, I deserve to be punished for all that I did. But I want you to know that I only did all that due to anger and jealousy, and I deeply regret it,” Dave said with a sad chuckle. “Like I said, I’m so glad to see you two before I die. You see, my nemesis has finally caught up with me, and now it’s time to pay for my own sins.” Dave continued, and for some unknown reason, Derek couldn’t find his anger anymore; he felt a pang of pity for his brother, but he pretended not to.

"Then can you go to Gomorra? I really need some books. Without it, I won't be able to do anything or create anything." "That would be hard getting into Gomorra, but, I will try my best to bring the books you want here. You might have a little problem with Mercury." "Mercury? Don't worry, I can handle him. I have something up his sleeve that I can hold on to." "Ok. I will leave immediately." "Thank you so much Hermes. This is really kind of you." He smiled and left the room. Rielle smirked and crossed her arms. "This is really going to be interesting. I will change my antagonist and make him into someone better." she left the room.

It was so much blood, because, unlike Raven, who got the power to freeze blood, Draven had the power to drain too much blood, when he fought them, so many of them bled to death. She could see him going after her, ready for the kill, and her beast couldn’t stand it. Leon, a cruel murderer. She remembered all the torture that he did to her, together with the man she once thought loved her. His son, Arnes. He wasn’t here now, which meant nothing, because he wasn’t too much different from his father. Her eyes became dark red, as he approached her, and seeing those monsters that trying to kill the two most important people in her life, made her mad.

I have never stopped loving it. I am halfway through closing when Tomás speaks from across the table, his voice carrying the particular careful neutrality that means he is about to say something I may not like. "There's a trauma incoming," he says. "Not our case." I don't look up. "Trauma team has it." "They're requesting you specifically." My hands don't stop. "Tell them I'm in theatre." "They know. They said — and I'm quoting Dr. Osei directly — tell her it's a Code Crimson and she's the only one.”

~KILLIAN THANE~ Weak. Feeble. Small. If I had pressed a little harder at her neck, the sound of bones snapping would be next. The image of Emilia Monroe’s frightened eyes had refused to leave my mind since the moment in the relic room. It angered me how her scent still lingered and how my wolf had become restless with desire. A desire to claim and savage her whole till all she knew was me.

My chest tightened with guilt as my thumb hovered over the delete button. I hated that I had to do this. I glanced at her one more time as she was sleeping soundly now. I let out a painful sigh and murmured, "I'm sorry, Lynette. But this is for your own good." Then I hit the delete button.

"Especially family members." "I could forcefully enter and you won't be able to stop me, you know that right?" I got up instantly, needing to see who it was at the door. I pushed open it, coming face to face with her. She doesn't need an introduction. Camila De Luca, a.k.a Belladonna. The De Luca's only daughter and a certified psychopath at heart. In our world, she was not to be trifled with. In other words, she was worse than even me, the devil's spawn.