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"It's almost ironic, really. The way you've cleaned the filth from the underworld—rescued women and children—knowing full well that the underworld was built on that filth. That it's supposed to be that way." A flicker of curiosity crossed Valerian's face, but he remained silent, letting Calix continue. "Some say you're nothing more than a ruthless criminal, a man who carves out his own definition of morality while standing in the shadows," Calix mused. "But others..." He leaned forward slightly, his voice dropping just a fraction. "Others call you a necessary evil." The words settled between them that created a tensed silence. Valerian said nothing at first, merely lifting his glass and taki

ISABELLA Don’t cry, Isa. Not in front of her. Not in front of him. You’ve already given them too much. Their lips finally parted, the kiss broken with a soft, slick sound that made bile rise in my throat. Valentina turned to me slowly, eyes gleaming like polished obsidian, a smirk painted on her crimson lips like war paint. She looked like sin. And she knew it. That smug curl of her mouth it wasn’t just confidence. It was cruelty.

But the main reason she despises people like her the most because people like her always try to make people who don’t respect them or even care about them respect them then when those people resist they destroy their lives and try to force them to repent or apologize, why should I waste my time respecting you when you didn’t earn it. Eva, who had been watching the entire events happen right in front of her one after another, was shocked to the core. After all, she did just run into the man who she indirectly killed by lying to non-other than his guardian. She was completely paralyzed by the fact that she met him as soon as she re-birthed not to mention the girl in their group was staring at

Releasing a frosty breath through his nose, he lifted his head from his bow and gave Eliane a wide wolfish grin. “Funny how sometimes, evil starts to grow when we desperately desire something. No matter how you do something good, you end up listening to the whispers of darkness instead.” Eliane looked at him sideward, like a mother proud of her son; a sister that welcomes her long-lost brother with unwavering open arms. “Evil is like a flower. When it blooms, it will keep on blooming…”

My mind drifts to Savannah fuelling my hunger to save her, my hunger to survive. How can I let her live in the Villa with such a monster? A man who doesn’t have an ounce of empathy within him. Does he have no compassion for women whatsoever? I’m sure there are laws in the Elite Families bible about harming women and children. He's the devil incarnate, a grim reaper with a heart as black as coal, a grinch who steals joy and a boogeyman, who haunts your dreams all rolled into one. Don Valentino is like a dark and stormy night, causing the air to grow thick with the stench of fear and desperation.

She saw my confusion, leaned in close to my ears, and said in a low voice, “He is the definition of a devil's incarnate. He's violent, cruel, and vicious, and rumours have it that he hates women the most. He can kill without batting an eye. Even though most of the big shots in Ivory City would always try to please him and seem friendly to him on the surface, they avoid stepping on his toes at all costs because he retaliates with the worst punishment possible.” Elise said in one breath, looking at me with a look that said, ‘You just messed with the devil.’

With hands on his hips his attention still on the darkness, he replies “I’m not sure.” Leneve also stands, taking Morgan's hand. Black vines begin to creep down her arms, her yellowy-green eyes lighting up and turning a shade more yellow. “Evil.” She says with disgust as if she could taste it. “Yggdrasil is close. I can feel her.” The cursed Lycan shudders dropping Morgan's hand and pulling out a small round glass vile. She holds it in her hands and utters a few words, the vile in her hand begins to glow brighter and brighter until it resembles a lightbulb, casting a ray of warmth and comfort across us all.

Valerius ordered. "Begging you," Ethan repeated in despair. "Beg me to fuck you." Valerius tightened his grip on Ethan’s waist, whispering against his ear, emphasizing each word. "Perhaps... then I will be gentler with you." The cruel mockery in his voice sent another wave of shock through Ethan "Get off me!" Ethan gritted his teeth, his body shaking with rage, wishing he could throw off the beast clinging to him. Every lewd word that escaped Valerius's lips filled him with disgust.

she cursed out loud, forgetting for a moment where she was. "Blood." Her abductor growled, a deep sound that sent shivers down her spine causing her to feel dread. "I hate the sight of blood." Hers was a rich red and thick blood that smelled nice and caused his nose to pucker. He tried so hard to contain his fangs but couldn't. They bared themselves out in agitation and he turned away immediately. It's been so long since he had any contact with human blood. The beastly side of him had become excited when they perceived the richness of her blood and had reared up its ugly head.