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Immobile. “Sounds like you couldn’t find an easy female, so you had to buy one,” she giggled. Gods, her laughter was sweet music to my ears. “That’s kind of pathetic. Don’t you think?” She reached up on her tip-e-toes and bit my bottom lip. She tugged. One of her fangs sliced through my lips. The pain was brief and heavenly. “Woman,” I growled at her. “Ansley the Devourer of Souls.” Her lips curled into a devious smile, and utter wickedness washed over her delicate features.

“Yeah? What war? You don’t look that old.” Reverend McIlvian took another drag and grinned. His eyes twinkled . . . and it must’ve been a trick of light coming through the branches, because I swore his eyes glowed yellow. “Ah, but that’d giveway me real age, wouldn’t it? Man’s got to keep somethin to hisself. Sides, I dinnae wanna talk bout ME, overmuch. T’would more like to talk bout you, lad.” He took another deep drag, flushed the smoke out his nostrils again and nodded at me. “Yer Pastor Evan’s boy, aintcha? Stuart Michael?”

My voice was hoarse, but steady. “And how do you know London?” Axel added. Devon stepped back, theatrically wiping his hands. His tone turned to that of a storyteller, almost giddy. “Since you asked…” He turned in a slow circle, addressing everyone like it was a grand reveal onstage. “Ladies and gentlemen… my real name is Devon Blackwood. The true heir to the Blackwood empire before this bastard—” he nudged Axel again with his boot, “—murdered my father and stole everything. You wicked monster! You didn't even consider that the woman you killed in cold blood was the mother of your child?”

I asked. He scoffed at my words. “You don’t. But are you ready to do whatever it takes to destroy Aurelia?” That was all I needed to hear. “What’s your name?” The man rose from the stool and stretched out his hand for a shake. “Call me Devon.” *** Present day. “Liora. Thank you for coming,” Devon said as he walked towards me. “What are you doing here? I thought you said you couldn’t return to New Jersey after that day?” I asked.

He drew out his fingers to see cums filled all over them, he smiled and licked them off his fingers. "Sweet!" He went for her lips claiming it like never before, Tatiana reciprocated as she used one of her hands to take off his singlet before caressing her hands on his built chest. It was rough, fast and intimate as he devoured her lips hungrily. Tatiana opened her mouth willingly making him gain entrance into it. He sucked on her tongue as their lips went in a perfect sync, it became more rough as they fought for breath. Tatiana could taste her own cums as she wrapped her hands around his neck tightly.

She clamped her jaw shut, forcing herself to swallow it back down. Still, she turned the page. Each movement of her hand felt like forcing herself to press against fire. The photograph of her target stared up at her next. Darius Veynar. He was in his mid-forties, though the hard lines carved into his face made him look older. Sharp cheekbones, a mouth set in a permanent sneer, eyes that glinted like a predator’s—eyes that seemed, even through the grainy surveillance capture, to follow her. His expression carried no warmth, no humanity. Only hunger.

That got her even more angry. “My spies? I’ve had them for as long as forever.” She said. Viktor shook his head. “There it is. That blind arrogance that made you slip in the first place. I didn’t meant that your spies are anything but loyal, but remember that a man’s loyalty are to himself first then any other person second and knowing Lorenzo, he’s called the devil’s son. I’m sure it’s only a matter of time before he has them spilling secrets like they’re milk. Have you never wondered for once how he got that nickname? the devil’s Son?” Viktor asked relaxing against the couch.

Richie being emotional fool , will agree because of guilt. Before I try to execute my plan , my past caught up with me. Devon Ferrer, Father of some boy who took to drugs because of me . I don't even remember him as there are many boys .Devon Ferrer is running a criminal Mafia in Spain. His gang members caught me and took me to face him.

His smile widened, showing fangs longer than any I’d ever seen. “Oh, sweet child. You misunderstand. I’m not asking to be your husband. I’m telling you I am your father… and your bridegroom.” The torch went out. When it flared back to life, he was directly in front of me, hand around my throat, gentle as a lover. “The prophecy was never about Cassius killing his mate,” he crooned. “That was the lie we fed the wolves so they would deliver you to me broken and ripe. The real ritual requires the daughter to lie with the father under the red moon, to birth the Devouring God from incest and betrayal.”

So Sarah told me to talk to her, though it feels like she's testing me, I complied and walked towards her table. Awkwardly being stared by my girlfriend, I hurriedly asked to Ellen, 'Hi!, I'm Shaun from year 2005, do we know each other? I'm really sorry, I thought you looked familiar but I have a bad memory.' Surprised by my sudden appearance she said, 'Oh Hey! I'm sorry, you gave me a shock. Oh! Could you be Shaun East?' Inwardly surprised I honestly said, 'Hoh! You know me? But I really can't remember you, it would be hard not to remember someone of your beauty.'