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They might even think we're such animals who can't control their libidos. "Natasha, then fucking do something about this. I can't stop it." Ethan almost showed his fangs, and his eyes turned bloody red. I bit my bottom lip, but I think that didn't help because he suddenly devoured it. He didn't waste any time as he balanced his body on my top, careful not to drop because I was still wounded. "This is just going to be quick. I'm going to wreck you, and you don't need to do anything. Seeing my fucking dick inside your walls penetrating to go inside is already pleasurable enough."

This was no secret to her. "You mean his infidelity? I'm well aware, and that's not something I'm concerned about," Lena replied defensively. Ilise gently shook her head, and her hand slowly rose higher on Lena's thigh. "You're a very beautiful girl, Lena. I have no doubt that you hold his heart, and his lusts, in your pretty palm. But Renz has certain...appetites. Granted all men do, they're all animals, aren't they? But Renz, his appetites are...stronger, than most. More primal. It will only bring you pain if you don't know how to prepare for it," Ilise said. Her voice had dropped to a near whisper, with a sensual softness that was almost as hypnotizing as the sweet aroma of the tea.

! WARNING! The chapter may include extreme physical torture and a thirst for vengeance that may trigger a traumatic experience for the readers. MAX’S POV I feel like a maniac right now, so powerful. Looking at their crying faces is just satisfying. Yet, they just arrived though so why make it louder then? But it’s no fun if I would just pick up anything from the table and do it myself. That’s when I thought of the idea of betting a thousand dollars on the first person in this room that can shoot one of them in the leg. A bullet in the leg can only paralyze them. It can’t kill them.

She moved like a viper—dangerous, seductive, unhinged. Behind her, two men dragged a body into the corner. She didn’t flinch. Didn’t look. Just kept walking. “Are you sure?” asked the man at her side. “About going back?” Valeria turned slowly, her eyes glinting with feral obsession. “He belongs to me.” “He’s built an empire. Untouchable now. You saw what he did to Volkov.” A sick smile curved her lips. “And yet he let himself get soft. A woman. A baby. How precious.”

Where’s my whiskey? ⸻ Ilya: Lucille. What would a non-violent, romantic gift to Eve look like? Lucille: (actually thinking) Anything. Everything. The world. Existence is pointless if I cannot offer her something worth killing for. Ilya: Or maybe… not kill? Lucille: Humanity is a parasite. Eve: As long as he dies too, I’m fine with this philosophy. ⸻ Ilya: Damian. Are you loyal only to Lucille?

After I returned home from traveling abroad, I found that our housekeeper had sued my husband and me. In court, she cradled her protruding belly and said with heart-wrenching anguish, "Gary and his wife are absolute scum! Under the guise of hiring a housekeeper, they lured me into their home, tied me to a bed, and abused me. "The child I'm carrying is Gary's!" Her mother, meanwhile, was sobbing uncontrollably. "Those two monsters have ruined my daughter's life. They deserve the death penalty!" No sooner had she spoken than a chorus of curses against my husband and me erupted from the gallery. "That scum is utterly brazen. He didn't even show up for the hearing! He must be punished sever

King Erebus was a very cruel, brutal, savage, barbaric, bloodthirsty, murderous, vicious and practically pure evil. Everyone feared him and would shrink back as they bowed when he walked past. He was over a millennium old and still hadn’t found his fated mate, the human half gave in to the grief and loneliness many centuries before allowing the Wolf to have full control.

I ask urgently. “When the day comes that you yield to the woman with hair as dark as night, lips the shade of cherry and skin like milk; when you allow her evil to bleed within you… pay heed, for then, shall you bring doom to the world.” He says, I can see the layer of sweat on his forehead as he struggles, his eyes flickering from green-gold to red. My heart clenches at his words. Evil. Am I evil? I don’t know what to make of that. I refuse to believe that I am… what have I done that is so wrong - that makes me evil?

She didn’t know, not truly, but her dreams had begun to curdle with strange heat, visions of hands not like his, but rougher, mouths that devoured rather than kissed. “They break them open,” Valerius continued, his lips close enough to taste her fear. “They take that sweet innocence and smear it with sin until it’s unrecognizable. Until it begs for more.” He released her, leaving her skin buzzing with something foul and tantalizing. That night, in her canopy bed, Elara touched herself for the first time with purpose, imagining those words as hands on her body. Her own fingers dipped beneath the lace of her nightdress, into the slick heat between her thighs, and she pictured not flowers, but

His stare turned dark, ambushing my face. "You filthy bastard. You dare raise your hand to hit me?" "I... I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hit you," my voice faltered, with my tongue feeling like lead. "I see... are you trying to explain there's some imaginary force that led your hand to my face? Do you realize you're digging your own grave?" His gaze clouded even more, revealing his evil soul. Elvira, a bigger shit than two tons of manure, cocked her head to the side, breaking into a burst of ugly laugh that made me want to punch her botox-infested face.