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I swallowed hard while trying to control this sudden hunger inside me, which was making me hungry like a fucking vampire's thrust for blood. "It must be..." She began saying but I cut her off by slamming my lips against her. They taste so sweet like sugar and strawberries, making me want to taste them again and again like a drug addict, the sudden hunger inside me began to disappear making me feel bliss and warmth settle inside my heart. Jesus Christ. I'm screwed. Author's Note:- Hey guys, DO leave your comments below and vote for the book. love you all, take care. I*:- S.n_nina_arthur F*:- S.N Nina Arthur

I had returned from a five-year assignment. Walking out of the airport, my heart was filled with hope that Cyra Stern would accept my proposal. However, she just stood there expressionlessly. “Neil Spencer, I’m sorry.” Before I could even register my surprise, she spoke again. “That transfer order… was my doing. “I purposely had you transferred to that remote project in the Northwest just to create space for Devin Lawrence and me. “Back then, I was pregnant with his child. I had no other choice.” A long silence followed as I bit my lip until it bled. That was five years of living hell in the Fopi Desert. They were filled with swirling sandstorms, unbearable heat, and sixteen-hour work

I dump my bag on the floor and read through the shelf while pulling books out and mumble as I go. ‘Even a book can be dangerous in the wrong hands.’ ‘Ignite.’ ‘Hell is empty and all the devils are here.’ ‘You’ll make bad choices. Sometimes you’ll choose the best of bad ones.’ ‘Tuesday is Fucked.’ ‘Everything’s a game. And now it’s your turn.’ I have a stack of about 10 books before I abruptly stop. "Next isle." I say and we walk up and down the library isles. I climb and jump to get books off of shelves and Aidan has to catch me a couple of times when I fell.

POV - GIOVANNI CARSON three weeks later I tapped my cigarette on the table as I gazed out the window, Blood dripped down my face with my ribs burning and the lit cigarette in my hand. I was covered in fresh warm blood. It's not mine , it's for that fucking dead bastard who owed me ten fucking grand along with 20-balls of coke. It's warm outside, the sun is bright and there isn't a sight of clouds. Birds chirped, the wind blowing causing the large trees to dance with the wind.

I hope to hear from all of you on Luca's Inferno ( available only on goodnovel) If you enjoyed this book, please check out the sequel, 'Insatiable Desires', on Goodnovel. I will love to read from all of you there and go on another wonderful Journey. (It is about their children.)

I was very worried that I would find Jared at my condo when I returned home, but luckily he wasn’t there. I let out a huge sigh of relief. At this second I was super glad that he didn’t have a key to my place. I felt secure being at home. Even though I was just starving a few hours ago, I couldn’t bring myself to eat anything. I had lost any appetite that I had. So I ended up just popping a pill to help with the headache I ended up with from all the crying. I looked in the mirror at myself. I barely recognized myself. I looked awful. I wasn’t someone who cared too much about my appearance but this was almost too much.

We ate, Elsa and her husband had few discussions as we had our diner. I heard a knock on the room’s door, as I was seated alone in the guest room. I went to the door and my sister stood there. “Here” she said as she gave me a novel to read. I used to read novels a lot before leaving the city. But I got too occupied, I lost the zeal to read. I looked at the cover back, it wrote ‘Billy Sam’ that use to be my favorite author. I always read every book he published. I also wished to meet the author, but not anymore. I lost the spark to read.

Clock’s ticking and also, the money option is gone. Eva’s eyes met mine, wide with fresh panic. “Bastard!!!!! I can smell his fucking desperation from the text message!!!" He not only raised the stakes but he changed it. And now we had less than twenty-four hours to destroy my heart on camera… or watch our entire world burn.

I just stood in the shadows for a long time, listening to the muffled sounds of my mom crying downstairs and the low, calm rumble of Chadwick’s voice. "How did I even get here?" I said to myself. I stripped off my ruined clothes, dropping them in a heap on the floor. I stepped into the shower and turned the water on as hot as I could stand it. I scrubbed my skin until it was bright red, trying to wash away the smell of that basement, the feeling of Miguel’s fingers on my chest, and the heat of the explosion. But no matter how hard I scrubbed, I still felt dirty. I felt like the fire had left a layer of ash on my soul that would never come off. Did Chadwick really kill those people? He's a ki

The sky outside was still dark, and the ocean in the distance was a solid panel of black, stretching out with no end in sight. "If they won’t listen, that's on them." Brody came over and stood beside me. He was quiet for a long time. "Maren, do you hate Griffin Lattimer?" "Yes." "How much?" I looked out at the dark expanse of ocean. My son was somewhere in there, 3,600 feet down in that abyss, asleep in a coffin of frozen metal for the past ten years. "Enough to refuse to save his daughter, but not enough to want other people to die for nothing."