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they asked in chorus. “Why are the women frozen and who was that woman speaking a minute ago?” a guy asked in puzzlement. “I’m here!” Demetria said in her visible form. She's wearing a black ensemble with a flowing black cape and a sinister mask covering her face. She looks like a demonic woman rising from hell. For dramatic effect, she added the illusion of flames burning brightly behind her back. The men stared at the scary apparition in front of them. Dementia spoke in a commanding voice. “Boys, listen up. I will burn this room down if you don’t start fighting each other. Whoever stays alive at the end of the game will be allowed to leave the room freely. I will start counting from 1 to 1

I need to get away from these evils. "D-Damian, I'm begging you ..." My blood boiled when he moved closer to me. He stroked my cheek. I stared and slapped him hard in anger. "You're an animal!" "Wow resist!" his companion laughed again. But Damian didn't look happy with what I did. His eyes widened and he returned the slap to me. My cheek was numb with strength then. And the second time his big calloused hand landed on my face, I almost lost my senses.

Looks like Victor who immediately came to the front followed by Lee. "Misaki, take the new kids back now" said Victor, who was seen slaughtering all of those monkey-bodied apes. "Everyone retreats to the initial base of Goa's lips" said Misaki "Captain, are we all going to back down?" Asked someone to Misaki who turned out to be Captain Squad 10 "All those who are under Demon Master's Spiritual Power go and wait at the starting place." Misaki shouted Misaki is a Level 4 Demon Master Looks like Victor and Lee holding the Demon Monkey in Human Body

VENDETTA ( Love of Darkness or Night) Written by: Authoress Ricky Genres: Action , Erotica , Drama TWO RAINAL "F**k"Red my favorite bitch screamed as I ravaged her mouth my demonic kisses which made her tremble to the core. Her tremendous heartbeat went wild against my chest. My cock twitched when she nibbled onto my lips. A playful grin appeared on my lips as I took her breasts into my hands. Her nipples were hard just like my cock. I scoffed against the thought of Red having a threesome with another man.

the doctor replied before he went back to the ICU. Dwayne fell on his knees. 'How?' 'Did her wife cheated on her?' 'Why?' His rhetorical questions spilled out inside his head. Those revealing truths made his mind anxious. "Uhm, excuse me." Her deep thoughts cut out when a woman with a black dirndl dress and a veil on her head popped out. Her long black and gray toned veil serves as mask to cover her face. "Yes?" Marie's furrowed eyebrows suddenly moved as she answered the woman in black.

Mane smirked. “Indeed,” Dan laughed. “Now I won’t hold back,” the large Mystic Path Warrior grinned and held his hands together. A ferocious hammer blow came striking down, with Mane’s leg as its target. The blow was strong, and Mane could feel the wind biting at his leg. Although hammer blows were slower than the regular punch, Dan’s agility stats made the blow look as swift as a fleeting shadow, and his high strength stats were enough for Mane to remember not to take it head on. *Boom*

And very special thanks to my mom, Kim McCauley, for everything she has done for me. Please leave a review on the main page of the book! The following is a brief synopsis of the second book, 'The Demon Queen's Duty'. Madison Coto, Vasilia, vigilante, and mate of the werewolf king, Duncan Stanford, has been living with the Vasili, Anders Damon, for one month under the guise of being bound by his order. In this time, she's made a deal to let him woo her.

But she was on fire that she regretted sitting up. “So what is the proposal?” she asks. “We get into an agreement, that I fulfill my desires with you. Of course to agree to what I will suggest. And if you don’t we can go our separate ways. What are not some sex buddies, this is an exclusive agreement. And whatever we agree on, you don’t get to hold me off on.” Damon tells her. “Of course, there will always be that exception on that there’s a safe word, and that’s how I stop, not by screams or cries,” he adds.

The warlock shrieked behind him, and Damien was startled by how close the man had gotten to him, without him even knowing. “Ameris? The ancient witch?” Dan spoke up boldly, scoffing at the mere thought. “There is no Ameris here, now go away. And you,” he turned to Damien. “I can’t believe that you’re pussy enough to get help from a warlock. It means that you were too intimidated by us, huh?” He mocked, but Damien ignored him. He would be dead soon, so there was no point in bantering with a walking dead person. Instead, his eyes were trained on the woman cowering beside Dan in his presence. From the looks alone, Damien had deduced that she was Cassandra’s mother already.

If I died, she would too. I hugged her tightly. I cried in her arms like a boy again. Three days later, Thanatos sent a messenger—a black-winged demon. He handed me a black notebook and a small box. "What’s this?" I asked. "A gift," the demon said. "Eat the pearl. It will help you forget her." I hesitated. I looked at the box, at the swirling darkness inside the pearl. Then I swallowed it. I have to forget her. Everything vanished. Her scent. Her voice. Her name. A void replaced the pain, but it left a hollow ache.