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“I’m serious. I can’t take this anymore. He’s crossed every imaginable line.” Cassidy grins and leans in. “Easy there, girl. I envy you, though. Getting to experience this whole mate bond thing. I’ve read about that feeling so many times in those supernatural historical romance novels. I’ve seen other members of the community describe it too—‘The moment the heroine decides to fight for what she wants.’ It’s powerful. It’s giving serious main character energy.” Luna giggles, nudging her teasingly. “So, how powerful is it, huh? On a scale from one to ‘I’m gonna burn the house down’?”

She slowly lowered the screen of her laptop, her expression transforming from polite interest into a sharp, intellectual realization. Victor remained perfectly still, though his eyes darkened with a sudden, intense scrutiny. "Explain." "Adrian Cross is building a narrative," Lena said, the words tumbling out of her with passionate, desperate clarity. "He relies on the fact that the outside world thinks what we do here is shameful, hidden, and ugly. He thrives in the dark because we have refused to turn on the lights. Cassie is fighting him with words. She is explaining the mechanics of consent and the psychology of our community. But words need proof."

She raised her brows. “Seriously?” He narrowed his eyes at her. “Yes, seriously! Ah yous should check it out too, come I’ll read it out to you, it’s great!” She clapped her hands in excitement. “No thank you, you know I don’t read romance,” He shook his head. “But it’s a unique one,” She protested, “A popular mystery/thriller writer is thrown inside her own novel! How cool is that?” “Hmm?” he raised his brows. “Did it pick your interest?” She wiggled her brows. “Ah, the guy has the same name as you, by the way,” She added.

-Come on, the princess agreed, calling her favorite knit socks. The corridors fork in the castle. There is a plethora of new, shiny doors in each. The roads lead upwards, they have turns, stairs that go down, corridors ... Torches on the walls light up and cast flickering lights. Still, there are more half-shadows than lighted places. There is no torch burning in one area. There is an old, very dusty door, covered with a thick layer of cobwebs. A set of strange symbols appear udder the cobwebs. The cat unleashes his sword and cuts the cobwebs.

The female lead of the spin off is from my other book, while the male lead is Roxy and Ace's son. If you are totally confused, and you've only read this book, don't be discouraged my friend. The spin off is a stand alone book. You don't have to read one or the other to understand. You don't even have to read any one of them. The only advantage cross over readers will have are the little familiar omg moments. So that is all I think. I hope everything was clear. Y'all can check out my other book too if you're into werewolves. It's longer, more heartfelt and filled with more twists. So until next time my love. Please stay safe.

” I asked, frustrated by the sassy words. “I really don't know,” Emily said, flipping onto the next page. They even wrote more about this problem. How the crossing over worked initially, the explanation of parallel worlds, alternate universes, doppelgängers. Signs of being from another world after total memory loss, and stories. A bunch of stories of people who have suffered from this. “Author?” Nikkie asked, and Elaine flipped the book over. “MoonCub.” She replied, with a sigh. “Well, let's find MoonCub. " We have the map, don't we?” Nikkie said, snatching the book.

I wouldn't have known this kind of happiness existed. THE END. AUTHOR’S NOTE: Helloooooooooo. And book two has come to an end. Whew, what a journey. Thank you so much for sticking with me till this point. Thank you greatly for unlocking more chapters. You guys mean the world to me! Thank you once again, and I hope you stay for Kross’s story as well. A little spoiler; Kross’s story will be a little heavy and deep, but fret not, it’ll get better. Thank you once again! ^^

Madeleine Cross -one of the few humans immune to the deadly virus Zion- after an unfortunate turn of events such as the loss of her last remaining parental figure finds herself captured by a BloodHound -a genetically enhanced being, designed to identify and retrieve the last remaining Negatives roaming the Earth. She gets thrown into a sterile room to be subjected to various tests, under the pretence that her blood would be the key to develop an antidote against the deadly virus...But that couldn't be any further than the dark truth.

Emily The morning sun streams in through my bedroom window, signalling the fateful day has arrived. Today I leave behind my old life for a new future as Luna of Red Creed Pack. More importantly, today marks the first step toward achieving my long-awaited revenge. By this time tomorrow, I'll be far from the grasp of Dorian and Lily. Too far for them to continue hounding my steps. A knock sounds at the door before my mother enters, her smile tinged with melancholy. "Good morning, my darling. Are you all ready for your departure?"

"'The relics,' he says, Eyes wide, I nod, reaching for the chalice and cross, laying them on his stomach. I stroke his cock fast at them. His hips buck and he cums hard. Thick ropes shoot out, he spits, the silver chalice splashing. white streaks on the gold cross. It pools on the cloth. More spurts hit my hand-hot, sticky-dripping down the sides. I drain him dry, from base to tip, watching as the last drops fall upon the holy items.