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This shit just didn’t happen. For as long as I can remember I’d always been raised to believe vampires were cold blooded killers, whom wasted their immortality just feasting on everything in their sights, humans, animals and even us werewolves too. And yet here I was loving my very own vampire mate. Jax just didn’t seem to fit that kind of stereotype though or maybe I was just being naive because of the bond.

He got two empty glasses, a bottle of juice, and a bottle of water and switched off the light so that the only source of brightness was from the television. "I'll let you choose the movie," He said as he handed me the remote and I smiled. "Are you sure you will like my choice?" I said as I searched for a suitable movie while Antonio stared at me. Last night, while browsing the internet, I came across an explicit movie on one of the sites. "I love your side view," he said seductively and I chuckled as I flipped my hair to give him a clearer view. "Let's go with this, A romantic and action movie," I said and smiled at him.

Letse you think I did that ? I’m really the one avoiding it, right? How could I not avoid it? I still remember Thander kissing me! “W-what, Theron …” “I know Thander kisses you.” “H-ha?” I’m confused by the question. Can he read my mind? Damn it! “Who’s the good kisser hmm?” he whispered. My cheeks grew hot at his question. I’m sure my cheek is red. But who is the bigger kiss to them? I feel like I can answer that because it’s just a smack for Thander than for him with a tongue!

"Caroline, please. You are still mad at me but let me just-" "Fuck that Arthur! Can you please just stop acting like everything happening between us is something so small that we can fix it right away, huh? We are not teens anymore and stop acting like we are!" I shouted at him and now I can fully see the confusion on his face as he looked away and nodded sarcastically. "So you are thinking this really big, Caroline? Do you think we can't figure this out, huh? Do you think I will just let you slip away from me and not doing anything? Damn, woman, you are too hard to understand but I will never let you go."

“I’m not handing you my son that easily, Christopher. Not today, not ever.” I tear the papers in half, watching as the pieces flutter to the floor. Christopher’s jaw tightens, his eyes narrowing. “Lizzy,” he says, his voice low and menacing. “You will sign those papers. You don’t have a choice.” I laugh again, louder this time. “Turns out, Christopher, that’s the only thing I do have—a choice.” His face flushes with anger, and for a moment, I see the man I once loved. But that man is gone. Now, he’s just another enemy.

That was sure to get me expelled from the Olympics. Only if caught, my mind whispered. One of these days, Juliette would bark at the wrong person and end up getting us killed. She was too rash at times. And seriously, killing him? We weren’t killers. Heck, we weren’t even criminals. Uncle Liam and Killian did a good job keeping Juliette and me in the dark about their underworld activities. Despite not being part of the Brennan mafia and geographical distance from Uncle’s territory, we’ve heard rumors about Uncle’s war with the Russians and DiLustros. We didn’t know the reasons for it. Heck, Uncle and Killian could make people disappear and we didn’t even know how to sneak into a house undete

Nathan was not the kind of person who acted on impulse, and he never forgot a slight. Shaun and Nathan had been enemies since Shaun’s first year on campus. There had never been a clear reason for it, no single argument that explained why the hostility between them had grown so intense. It had started subtly, with sharp looks and unspoken rivalry, but over time it became personal, especially when women were involved. Nathan had a habit of taking what belonged to other people, and Shaun had learned that the hard way. Emma had been the first. It had been nothing more than a bet to Nathan and his friends. He had been dared to date a first year student and dump her after three days, and Emma had

Hated the strange warmth it created. Hated him. Most of all, she hated herself for noticing anything at all. "I got lost." "Inside my private study?" His eyes narrowed. For a moment they simply stared at each other. A challenge. A battle. Neither willing to blink first. The storm crashed against the windows. Lightning flashed. The room brightened. And suddenly Adrian moved. One step towards her. That's all. Yet the distance between them vanished instantly. Celine's pulse jumped. He was too close.

"Damien Blackwood." I set the document down carefully. "Why him specifically." "Because he made the offer." "Men like Damien Blackwood don't make offers," I said. "They make moves. There is a difference." I crossed my arms. "Why me. Out of everyone available to him, why did he ask for me by name." Something shifted in my father's expression. Too fast. Too controlled. "It doesn't matter why…" "It matters enormously." I leaned forward. "I have spent three years studying how men like him operate. They don't do anything without purpose. So I am asking you one more time why me?"

Even when we were in different classes, the air seemed charged, as if we were both waiting for the next inevitable collision. And the rumors only made it worse. People whispered about us like we were some tragic love story in progress. “They hate each other so much… but maybe it’s not hate,” someone said one afternoon. I laughed it off, but I didn’t want to admit how much the comment made me think. It wasn’t just the rumors, though. It was the way my stomach tightened when I felt their eyes on me, the way my heartbeat seemed to quicken whenever I passed by them in the crowded hallways. Because the closer we were forced to be, the more I realized… maybe we weren’t enemies by choice. Maybe we