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Wait, why am I describing her? I started to feel alarmed when I noticed that they are now heading through the entrance. Holy Mary, Lord shouldn't bring a girl without informing me! I hurriedly turned and went back climbing the stairs. Whoever that bitch is, she should not see me here. Unfortunately, exactly just like earlier, I could not able to reach the floor before I heard another sound - and it's clearly the voice of a woman I do not want to welcome. "I did not have the slightest idea that your mansion looks like this, Lord. I can help you if you want to renovate it. Isn't it better if we change the design in a more modern way?"

"After you, m'lady." "I have so much work to do." She grumbled again as she stepped inside. Shelves lined the walls with categorized books. Each shelf labeled according to the records they contain. Damion flipped on the light to the darkened room. An oriental styled rug spread out across the dark wooden floor. A lounge sofa rested against a curtain closed window with several chairs grouped around a small coffee table. The room wasn't exceptionally big, which was a slight disappointment for her. "This is it?" She asked confused as Damion walked away from her to the other side of the room. "I expected more shelves that were so tall that they disappeared into the ceiling and so many books that

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The woman is smirking as if to tell me he chose her, and she had staked a claim on him. "Mi alma, it is not what you thi-" Dean starts to say, but stops as soon as he sees the blank look on my face as I walk over to them. As soon as I step up to Dean and this woman, she starts to open her mouth. I don't give her a chance to make a sound as I grab her by the throat, pick her up. I take a couple of steps and slam her against the bookshelf. I look her in the eyes with death in mine, and she shuts her mouth.

V** Being the Goddess was never easy. I had to make several decisions to save the future. Jared's death was one of them. I made him an Alpha in his previous life and gave him a destined mate, but he disrespected my decision and killed her. He deserved punishment for that. But before I could punish him, Melissa cursed him. Melissa was the leader of the white witches, a pure elder soul. So I approved her curse and gave Jared this second life. He was fated to die in this life without a mate, but I changed his fate. I gave him a mate to gain a big purpose. It was his punishment to live a life as an omega. But it was also his fate to sacrifice himself for something big for someone special. He kil

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FICTION COME TRUE BOOK 2 Intro; Alessia Bellandi is a best seller dark romance author who has built her success writing about men who consume women whole. She writes about obsessive, dominant alpha males who are not just dangerous but attentive. Our reclusive writer lives a quiet life and she’s a socially awkward girl who lives in a quiet apartment that smells faintly of paper, ink, and the vanilla candles she forgets to blow out properly when writing. She writes about book men like a woman full and wild with experience which is quite the opposite of this dear author for she has never actually experienced life quite yet!

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Isabella’s POV He ruined me. And I wanted more. I couldn’t look at Damien Cross the same way after that night. I couldn’t sit in meetings and pretend he hadn’t had me blindfolded and begging, my body trembling under his command. But the worst part? He didn’t even act differently. He was calm. Composed. Cold as ever. And it drove me insane. This morning, I walked into the office in a fitted pencil skirt and silk blouse, hair pinned, lips glossed. I was trying to feel normal. But I could still feel his hands on me, hear his voice whispering filth in my ear, taste his power on my tongue.