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"I called you here to discuss us." I had ordered a small starter, nachos with cheese and avocado, because I couldn't drink on an empty stomach. The food was good, but I barely tasted it. Across from me, Liam finished the last of his whisky and set the glass down with quietness. His full attention settled on me. I could already see the shift in him, the slight tension in his shoulders, the way his expression cooled into something closer to anger and restraint. "I figured," he said, his voice flat.

_______________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Back in the last three days before the marriage, and her insane proposal to this man in front of all the spectators from the PUB where they are. Xavier Jay Accetturo is the second son of the most influential family in Mover City, Country Z. He was a Dr. by profession with a Ph.D. in Psychology, a drag racer champion, and the owner of the A Hospital. The only hospital with complete facilities which lead to its enormous success in the field of medicine. It is also where experiments and research occur in the field of science. So every doctor here is a world-class talent and not only t

Right now it was so hard to picture her as the aspiring lawyer she was studying to be. I slammed the bottle down on the marble counter and swiped the excess rum from my lips. Maybe that was one too many shots, but I needed to be drunk for the plan devising in my head. I drank three more and wrap my hands around her waist and pulled her into the crowd of gyrating bodies. "Who are you and what have you done with Leah Monroe? Seriously, did you spend your sabbatical in a club?" I swing my hips playfully in her direction. You wouldn't catch me dead in a club like this or even drinking this much. But desperate times….

While I remained tongue-tied, still guilt-stricken with what we have done to Shinwoo. "That gay-ass shit is really useful." Mingyu laughed to himself. Our friends laughed with him. "Where is that video of him with Jongsuk anyway? Bet that's already gone." "Dumb ass, I still have it for blackmailing purposes." Wonwoo silently added. It wasn't long until Mark was lighting up a crack and inhaling its smoke. Tempted, I lost all my self-control and took a gram. I inhaled the fine white powder clean. It sent numbness around my throat and tongue but I was used to that feeling. For a second, I was guilty. I had just told Catherine that I would quit drugs if she liked me back. But here I am. I pushed

he said with a smirk. I stared at him for a moment before shaking my head and heading outside. In the driveway, a sleek black Range Rover awaited me. The driver opened the door with a respectful bow, and I climbed in without a word. As the car pulled out, Damon’s words replayed in my mind. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do. A laugh escaped me, sharp and bitter. “Damon Dark, mafia and werewolf,” I muttered to myself. “What he wouldn’t do is make peace.”

before starting the SUV again. ***** We are at a motel in this little town, Drax had gone to meet the neighboring wolf pack and I had just come out of the shower, he said, "We were spending the night and then going back in the morning." I had ordered food and sat down on the bed to message Ryker to tell him about our little road trip and let my kids know that I would be back the next day. I heard the doorbell and I opened the door paying the delivery guy, he asked if I was alone, which was odd, he even smelled odd too, so I said, "No, my husband is in the shower," and shut the door. I was watching TV when I heard the door and it was Drax, he was drinking the last of his blood bags and said,

If he got tired, he would stop his hand because he was afraid that the cutter would slip due to sweat in his hands. "Di Kope Kom Di Kope Koom" "Heads are coming. Heads are coming." A black man came screaming. Now all the other men were holding people's necks and bending down. Xavier quickly hid the cutter. He had a concussion in his neck. And the neck was down, and in front of it were many men's feet. "War on Hill Begasi" "Where is all the stolen goods?" There was a squeaky sound. Maybe he could understand only a few words. He was asking for stuff from the rest of the people.

Chicago’s dark underbelly growled outside, rumors of Caleb Warrick’s savage hits, Dominic Voss lording over a Streeterville penthouse of steel and wealth. Noah dodged that life, but its icy touch grazed his neck. The music swelled, his body a rhythm of defiance, each step a bid for survival. A drunk whistled, waving cash, and Noah leaned in, fingers grazing the damp bill, the man’s stale breath brushing his knuckles. “Nice twist, kid!” the drunk slurred. “Save your breath, pal,” Noah snapped, pocketing it quickly. The set ended, applause dying like a hollow promise. He snatched his jacket leather groaning, and stepped into the storm outside.

He hasn't tried it but the looks of it tempts him to give it a try. The staff one by one exited the room. Oliver and Zeke were drooling over the foods that were being served. It all looks and the smell of each snack goes so well that the two can’t help but salivate at it. As the two were too focused on the snacks on the table, Moe reached for the glass of the cocktail drink and casually took a sip on it. It wasn’t the first time that he had this kind of drink. In fact, he had always been drinking different kinds of liquor at home as a hobby. But at this moment his attention wasn’t on the expensive drink. Instead it is at the messages that he sent to Boone. The image of Finn sleeping beside h

He lets out a low chuckle, his breath reeking of alcohol, and nearly topples over in the process. His friend lets out a deep chuckle, shaking his head as he turns to the third man. "Yeah? The hell you put in those drinks, anyway, Ryder? That shit hits hard!" His words slur slightly, but the curiosity in his tone is evident. Ryder smirks, the kind of grin that reeks of trouble. He takes a slow drag from his cigarette before whistling out a puff of smoke. "A bit of Moondust," he replies, his voice smooth and self-satisfied. As if to prove his point, he pulls a small flask from his pocket, tilting it just enough for the liquid inside to catch the dim light. The purplish substance swirls hypnoti