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He reached and picked out ome, lifting it in all direction. "That's a DX-448, real demon, all the way from Germany brother, tough to handle, so watch your step." "It's a little to big, I need something light, unnoticeable, you know what I mean" "Come with me, I've got just what you need" Steel said stroking his beard unknowingly removing a wool that had been stuck ever since Tom got there. Tom and and Still walked in the poorly lighted room that smelled of rotten animal, the strong odor of green flakes lingered in air.

Annoyed that Dallin actually didn't care his words might hurt Delilah, she scrutinized, showing a feel teeth smile to Dallin. Dallin removed his hand back and narrowed his eyebrows together, "My plant works fine and better, don't act like you don't know that." trying to get a reaction out of Delilah, he ended up reacting like a salty person.

I extended my arm, "I'm Jade." His hands were so big, they almost wrapped around mine and I swear I felt a jolt electricity course through me the moment our palms connected. "Blake Wilson, and I've heard a lot about you." he smiled softly. We stayed like that for a while, his hands were soft and his eyes looked as blue as the ocean, I felt like I was going to drown, until my stupid brother had to interfere. "Yeah no, that," he took our hands and separated them, "this can't happen." he said then turned to Blake, "Her," he pointed at me, "no kissing, no touching, no sex, no and I repeat, NO DATING"

Lucian nodded, “where do they have her?” “Philadelphia.” “Great, what do we have to do?” Drago glanced at him, “if there is anything you are most famous of Lucian, is the fact that you take what you want in a house that is crowded with people and still won’t be spotted. I don’t need the loving Lucian now, I need El Diablo.”

Wan sunlight filtered through the thick glass of Darrien’s window. It spilled across the bed where I lazily blinked the sleep from my eyes. Darrien snored softly beneath me, my body rose and fell with his breath. Courageous in the morning light I ran my fingers through his grey pelt. I desperately wanted to lay against his wolfen form for the duration of the day; however, I knew there was much to be done in preparation for the festival, nor did I fancy beginning my day with a beating for being lazy.

Dilo said, her voice straining slightly under the effort of not laughing, “I’m going over there to rest before our march continues.” Still chuckling at Grub's comment, Dilo moved away from everyone to lean against the trunk of a large tree, a sudden flicker in her immediate view made her startle. A messenger arrived and dropped a letter on her lap, unlike the messenger birds of Dracoterrum, this beast was a floating round purple blob that possessed no eyes, mouth, or any other appendage except for one wing and one small claw. Once the letter was dropped off, it disappeared. After a slight bodily shiver, Dilo looked to see if anyone had seen the letter being dropped to her, and once she was s

Fury ignited within me like a raging inferno, fueled by the protective instinct of an alpha defending his mate. The realization of Lenora's transgressions solidified my resolve. Her presence within our pack was no longer tenable. I held Eden close, my voice filled with a steely determination, "Lenora Mendalv and her father will be expelled from our pack. They have no place among us." Eden's eyes met mine, her gaze filled with a mixture of gratitude and trust. "I trust your judgment, Dorian," she affirmed, her voice resolute yet tinged with vulnerability. "Your decision brings me solace."

I followed him inside, and a few seconds later, Levi joined us. “What’s going on?” I asked Kiran, and he looked at Levi. I couldn’t decipher the look on his face but something told me I was about to find out. “His name’s Jeffrey White,” Levi said, and my eyes snapped up to him. Jeffrey White. I knew that name. Son of a bitch. No wonder he looked so familiar. “He was in our school. He’s four years older than us,” I said. “He owns some property in Sterling, Salamatof, and Nikiski,” Levi said.

Dubcon | Ownership | Dark Billionaire Erotica The auction house smelled like polished wood and expensive shame. She could taste it in the air—fear, perfume, sweat behind silk. Lila stood still under the dim spotlight, wrists bound in front of her with soft leather, collar snug against her throat. She wasn’t supposed to look at the bidders. She did anyway. Her eyes locked with his. Rowan Black.

This was where most of his income came from. There were several other cars in the park, owned by his employees and other business partners. Dilan looked overhead at the sign that held the company's name. It read six letters in bold: DILEMA. DILEMA wasn't just any company. It was a private, high-stakes financial firm that dealt with huge investments and tricky international deals for really rich people. They had a reputation for getting things done, no matter how complicated the “dilemma,” which helped Dilan rake in serious cash—far from the involvement of his family. They had no idea about this other life he lived in the human world.