Delicious In Dungeon Marcille Love Interest Novels & Stories

it was more delicious,it tasted sweeter than the most sweetest wine. That's when her scent wafted his nostrils,the scent of the one woman who made him go crazy whenever he thinks about her."his mate" That's was when he realized that he was sucking his mate's blood."what the fuck was he doing?"he thought.he tried to let go of her but he couldn't.her blood tasted very sweet,it was too good to let go of.he couldn't get enough of her blood. On the other hand, Mariana was already feeling dizzy because she had lost so much blood,she thought he would just drink a little and let her go. Who would have thought that he wanted to drink her entire blood?

*** ~~Delilah~~ *** He doesn't ease in. He devours. Like he's been starving. I kiss him back with the same, like if I let go I might never get this again. And I hate that I want it so badly. My back hits the door with a dull thud, but I barely notice it because his hands are in my hair, fisting it tight. My traitorous body melts into him, gasping into his mouth as he deepens the kiss.

I asked. “Sharp. You didn't waste any time in voicing out your curiosity. That guy right there is Marcus” she said, flipping her hair like it was an achievement. I shook my head, taking a step back in disbelief. "No, no, it can't be. Marcus is dead. Please tell me you're joking and that he's just a look-alike," I pleaded, desperately clinging to the hope of a mistaken identity. Mariella hissed, her words dripping with condescension. "Really? I thought you were smarter than this. I didn't realize you could be this dense. That's Marcus, your former lover," she declared, her tone laced with a mix of scorn and amusement.

Mark explained as he slumped on the sofa. “Didn’t also expect that this body had such a weak immunity,” Angelo mumbled in between his breath. “If I have known that I would faint like that, then I would not have agreed to shop together with your mother.” “What are you mumbling there?” Mark was curious about what his wife was mumbling about in the sides. “I’m saying that these apples tasted good. What did you put in here? to make this fruit extra delicious?” “A special ingredient called- love.” Angelo almost choked at the apples he was eating- as soon as; he heard the words of Mark. He also shuddered when he had; seen the ugly wink of Mark.

Catherine gestures to Louis. ​"Thank you for welcoming me." Louis appreciates. ​"Let's cheers to a new successful beginning." Catherine says. Everyone raises their glasses to the air before drinking. A maid walks over to Francis and whispers in his ear. Francis nods and follows the maid towards the gate. The maid just told him that the cake he had ordered for Catherine's birthday has been delivered. Charles scoffs as he watches Francis walk, "I guess Francis was a servant in his past life. It suits him perfectly."

Slowly, he got off me and helped me into a sitting position, my hands feeling like they were on fire from where he'd touched me. "Call me Evan when we're alone," he said suddenly, once we were both seated back in our places and were concentrating on eating, or at least I was. The chicken swathed in parmesan cheese along with rice was a delicacy that melted in your mouth, best enjoyed with your eyes closed. And I had been doing just that when Alpha Evan's voice met my ears. Too happy with the food I had just eaten, I didn't even argue or tease him about it. I simply nodded. "Sure, Evan," I told him, taking in the self satisfied smile he had from the corner of my eyes as he took a bite of his

To hell with him. Instead, my focus was fixed on the fate that awaited Ryan and Isabella. The mere thought of their downfall sent a rush of exhilaration coursing through my veins. Their faces, shocked and betrayed, danced before my eyes, and I savored the taste of their impending doom. Ah, the fools who had believed in their marriage, how delightfully naïve they were. Their hopefulness only served to further sweeten the bitterness of their downfall. How deliciously evil. With a quick gulp, I drained the contents of my tumbler, letting the amber liquid burn its way down my throat. My feet, clad in polished leather, carried me to the bar, where my eyes roved over the collection of top-shelf sp

Lena As I pondered what Royce had just told me, something dropped in my mind, snapping me off the thoughts that had kept me busy. My head whipped towards him, and in that instant, I asked, "Did you just say 'hidden dungeon?'" My voice was rushed and urgent. "Is that nowhere that fat maid?" My brows slightly furrowed as I stared at him. "Yes, my lady, that's where she is." Royce firmly replied. Hearing his response made me snort, and I began to slice the beef on my plate again.

James soundtrack: overlapping conversations, questionable jokes, and the clatter of big spoons hitting bigger pots. Marvella took a careful bite of gumbo. Her eyes widened. “This…is extraordinary.” Rory puffed up. “Well, thank you, ma’am. I try not to embarrass my ancestors.” Asher lifted his glass. “To Ava—our queen—and her new gentleman friend.” Genevieve elbowed him. “Stop embarrassing her. Wait until dessert.” Delphine eyed Marcus with quiet suspicion, but Maya distracted her by asking about the history of the restaurant. Within ten minutes, Delphine was telling her every St. James secret from the last forty years.

I followed her instructions, pressing into the dough with more force than needed, imagining Lucien’s smug face flattening under each push, every movement a quiet curse I couldn’t speak aloud. It turns out the mark burning on my neck wasn’t really nothing. It was because he was with another woman. We were bound now through a mark I never asked for, and that’s the first thing he did? I asked several werewolves, hoping Darius was wrong—but you can’t exactly rewrite werewolf history overnight. Lucien was with another woman. "Good job," she clapped her hands together excitedly as I kneaded the dough. Darius walked into the kitchen shirtless, two bags of foodstuff stacked on his shoulder.