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Their sharp overgrown nails were out on display. I subconsciously started trembling at their dark auras. Something didn’t feel right. I looked back at the bartender who had a murderous glare in his eyes. Something was wrong. The men started destroying everything and everyone that got in their way. There was no escape. They were blocking the doorway. It was terrible. I didn’t want to see the sliced necked or severed body parts. I wanted to leave, but I was paralyzed in fear. They would destroy me just like the rest of them. But I didn’t want to see people die for no reason. I had never even fought before, but I watched enough anime to have an idea of how it would turn out.”

Diana asks me. I hesitate, biting my lip hard. “Go ahead Luciana, tell her what you can do, tell her why the Council really took your wings,” Daniel snarls. She looks at me expectantly. "Ana?" I sigh in defeat. “The Council didn’t take my wings because I'm a hybrid,” I start, staring at my feet when her jaw drops. “What?” I cringe at the hurt in her voice. “They took my wings because I can control people’s minds.”

Original Author ANAMIKA ANA has made this tiny change to cooperate with goodnovel. Author’s note: Hello dear readers! Thanks for reading my book. This story originates from my imagination only and doesn't represent any person or places. If you are a fan of spicy protagonists alongside some action and drama this book may match your taste. Warning: The later chapters in this book have strong mature content. Please read at your own risk.

“That’s what you do to me. Every time I see you, every time I remember each time you turned me down. I’m soaked right now, uncle Cain. Just from standing here.” I grabbed her wrist, harder this time. “You’re my bestfriend’s daughter.” “I’m twenty one today.” She pressed her body against mine, her nipples dragging across my shirt. “Legal. Wet and still waiting for you to stop being a gentleman.” My control was breaking piece by piece. Every filthy fantasy I had buried came pouring back; her on her knees, her riding and begging me while I filled her up. But Spencer was up there, probably half asleep waiting for me. My best friend.

Chapter 13: The Threads of Fate As the Red Teary Moon Pack continued their journey, they came across an ancient temple hidden deep within the heart of the wilderness. Inside the temple, they discovered a magnificent tapestry that stretched across the walls, filled with intricate patterns and vibrant colors. The tapestry seemed to shimmer with a magical aura, and the pack members sensed that it held a profound secret. Curiosity piqued, Emily reached out to touch the tapestry, and as her paw made contact, a surge of energy coursed through her. Visions flashed before her eyes, revealing the interconnectedness of all living beings and the threads of fate that bound them together.

𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐝𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭. 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐧 � ��𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐫 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐭 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲.

Anna was left in the care of her godmother, I won’t expose her to sex scenes until she is 18. Time has passed, a lot of sex has happened, Anna grew beautifully, being a perfect futanari and everything went perfectly. We all lived happily ever after! Or did we?

They didn’t deserve to be happy, not when they built their fantasies on illusions. “What the fuck do you mean he’s still an omega? Am I meant to be okay with that?” he'd been standing beside tatsuya when his phone suddenly pinged from a notification, he should have known when Tatsuya almost tripped trying to grab it from him, now he's here trying to invalidate his feelings? hell no. Murasame’s voice was louder now, anger flickering in his eyes. “You know, enigmas like you don’t normally care…” Tatsuya’s tone was flat, unimpressed, almost bored.

He sobbed at Yuki. Gathering her last energy, Yuki managed to move one of her hands and touch Fūma's face with a weak smile. She said, "Fuma, this is not your fault. I-I, I'm also guilty. I'm sorry…. I'm sorry. I lo-love you, Fūma. Sorry, because of me.... You have to suffer. I -I make you hurt, and.... You, you have to feel this pain again. I'm sorry.... If only I had never existed. If only I had died back then, maybe.... Maybe now you do not have to feel anything for my departure. I'm sorry... Fūma. Please... Fūma. Please... forgive me.... Please, do not be sad.... No, do-don't cry Fūma…." "Sssttt.... What are you saying? Yuki, this is not your fault. You better keep your energy. I'll trea

says Ayame and gets interrupted in the middle by Makimi- “Stop palpitating!! I’m running as fast as I can… HECK! I’M CARRYING NATSUKO WHILE I’M AT IT!!!” and they continue to run through the halls. Ayame drifts while running and takes a turn. Following her Makimi takes a turn too. They stop for a second and take a peek in the hall. Slimy tentacles come at full speed for them and they start running again. “This is exactly why I hate people who make such fanfics…”