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What if the guy hits her? Hannah's frantic voice said, "I'll pay for it," as she struggled to free the book from the guy's hold. The guy's expression remained unchanged, and he continued to grasp the book as if his strength meant nothing. Hannah couldn't stop herself from clenching her teeth. Why isn't a woman's strength comparable to a man's? She believed that there was still a lack of equality. Hannah desperately wants to beg, but her pride prevents her from doing so.

What the hell is happening? I can't move. I try to lift my body, my arms, my hands, even my legs so I can stop whatever is happening if I could just knee him in the nuts and be home free. But nothing is reciting it's like they've all gone on strike and decided to state their offence not to work. I want to scream and tell him to stop but my voice is tangled in a moan as he flicks his tongue over my private parts. I've only ever let one man go there and he betrayed me the moment I pushed him away.

he said confidently. "Yeah, you're a man and you should be strong. Face them, don't be a coward! You have hurt and cheated many women and then you will be afraid of them. Don't be like that. Face them. A playboy is a brave ass! It shouldn't shock them. You know how to cheat, make women cry, and hurt women, so you should also know how to fight back against people who hurt you, but when they only have bad intentions against you and when they are doing good, you shouldn't hurt them. You should love them instead. Be a man! Be a brave man. Don't be a coward ass!" I told him and he winced. "I know. Thanks for reminding me, sweetie," he said.

Liam wasn't kind to them. Daphne's heart pounded as she witnessed the clash between Liam and the seven human men. The air crackled with tension as they engaged in a fierce battle, each move reverberating with intensity and purpose. Liam lunged forward, unleashing a flurry of lightning-fast strikes, his movements a deadly dance of power and precision.

He performed a victory dance. This book is in high demand. I jumped out to catch him off guard as he began walking toward the door with the book in hand. I slammed into him. We landed on the bed, and I pistol-whipped the shit out of him. And just as I thought I was winning, he overpowered me. He flipped onto my back and began crushing my windpipe with his powerful hands. My hands were free, and I managed to fire a couple of bullets into his abdomen, but he was too intent on choking me to even flinch. I was becoming weaker by the second, and I was beginning to feel lightheaded due to a lack of oxygen. Looking into this hooded man's brown eyes revealed nothing but darkness. There was no emotio

From the angle I laid, I saw the tall Lycan stood up with a snarl, snarling at the man at the door; a warning that he was outnumbered and he should run in the face of their power. But I only pity nothing but their ignorance. This man was like a beast while fighting, from what he did to the people from the research institute, from the way he kicked Rowan at the hotel, to the hospital he had moved at the speed of a light, pinning the security down.

But the lion was relentless, its claws swiping dangerously close to him. The fight was fierce, the man and the lion locked in a deadly lock, and I couldn’t help but think that the man would lose. But what could I do? I couldn’t even get up. But, each time the lion lunged, the man countered with a force that seemed impossible.

I felt the man's pain, because man, that must hurt real bad. Two more men came at him from both sides. Uncle Thomas ducked under one punch and threw his elbow into the second man's stomach. Both men went down hard. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. My quiet, bookish Uncle Thomas was fighting like he was in an action movie star. He moved like a trained fighter. Like a... like a gangster. Like those big bad guys in Italy that Mum always talked about when she watched her crime shows when I was younger. The remaining four men attacked him all at once. But it didn't matter. Uncle Thomas was faster than all of them. He kicked one man in the chest and sent him flying backwards. He punched anoth

“I own this city—and I own you. Fight me all you want. I get off on that sort of thing. But you’ll just make it harder on yourself.” Sleeping with him must have clouded my perception. I was too busy coming around his dick to truly understand the kind of man I was dealing with. At the opera house, he’d killed two armed men with his bare hands and practically made Lucian shit his pants. Obviously, he was dangerous. He’d earned his reputation for a reason. I was stupid to think he would be any different with me. “I’m a fighter. Always have been. Always will be.” I placed my hands on my hips as I stared him down, refusing to show fear even if it was the smart thing to do. A soft smile emerged on

Another man was running towards me from the side, I flicked my hand in his direction, and he too got swept up in the air and flew backwards. As I was distracted by those two men, another managed to wrap his large arms around my upper body, pinning my arms to my sides. I growled lowly and flew my head back, connecting the top of my skull to the bottom of his chin. He grunted but didn’t let go, instead, he picked me up, lifting my feet off the ground. I hooked my ankle behind his knee and called the wind back towards me. With the force of the air and my foot locking his leg, the man went falling backwards, with me still in his arms. As we hit the ground, another man had rushed over and was sta