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I yelled "We didn’t do anything, it’s basically business, you gave us that right and in return, we pay you a certain amount of money. Talking about the money, I just remembered something." He pulled out his phone "Do you want cash or a transfer?" He asked "You are inhuman, brutal, cruel, you are a monster." I spitted "I’m sorry Afraah, I’m really sorry" Rayan said "I hate you. I hate all of you." I cried out

Even worse DG and RG got into a heated conversation about what was relayed to Capri. DG could honestly care less. She did not like seeing anyone being bullied or talked about in a negative manner especially her baby cousin. She told RG about herself and that being a grandmother she should have been ashamed to be discussing her grandchild to anyone.

The moment they found the person they wanted to spend the rest of their life with. It had been nothing short of perfect. Only that's the last memory I have of my family because, during the night as we slept, the Alpha and Beta of a neighbouring pack attacked. They killed anyone who challenged them, not even stopping to spare women and children. They ripped the entire pack limb from limb, never even giving them the chance to defend themselves.

"What is it?" "It's the Darkforce. The alternate version of the Speedrealm. It has to be," Carol added, her face caught in a mysterious sense of trying to figure out what exactly was going on. "So, these speedsters seem to have attracted this new player who is hunting them down. Hunting you down!" "These speedsters. How many more did you find?" Carter waved at the screen and two familiar images suddenly popped up. Carol's face turned grim the moment she saw the images. The masked faces. Male and female in red and purple, respectively.

"Voss said, '' My enemy never live to see the light of day. "Eros said, ''You're Mistaking me. My sister told me to play nice and to show that we are on good terms. I will join your army. "Eros said, '' Great I will see six in the morning for training. "Voss said, Over the week

"I just saw a video of you with those women at the club. Do you have no respect for our so-called marriage?" Xavier chuckled, a hint of arrogance in his tone. "Davina, you're reading too much into it. It was just a night out with friends." Davina seethed, her patience wearing thin. "Friends, Xavier? You're embarrassing me and undermining the entire purpose of our arrangement." Their argument escalated, each word a barb aimed at the other's pride and ego. It was a battle of wills, neither willing to back down or admit their true feelings. The tension between them reached a breaking point, and it became clear that their feud showed no signs of abating.

I try to focus on taking deep breaths to stop the misery from overflowing, trying to control my emotions, but they weren’t willing to be tamed. “I don’t think we should be here,” Theo voices after a moment, no doubt feeling a seed of anger begin to grow through my veins. I curl my toes in my shoes, a failed effort at cementing myself in this position. It’s a failed effort to control myself as the torment bloomed, my emotions mixing to trigger a deadly effect, threatening the lives of everyone here. “He’ll be here soon,” I reply through my labored breaths. “Just a few more minutes.”

Me and the vamp had only met once, well before this situation, and that was the day the war really began. See, my father and every other elder in my pack believe that the war started whenever vamps and werewolves were made; that we were just naturally opposed being that we are opposites. The vamps are slaves to the sun and us wolves are slaves to the moon. Anyways younger and more intelligent souls, like me, believe that we lived in a sort of mutual hatred before the situation of the vampire queen.

“It wasn’t me! Chloe, she has the same hair, she…” “Cor fucking blimey, Sasha, all these years and you don’t think I would know what my git of a best friend looks like?” Not a single thought is alive and well in that head of mine. I don’t think I’ve ever felt quite as empty. Is this what dread feels like? No fight. No flight. Nothing. Just the instinct to breathe in and out. The creeping feeling of a predator stalking me running up and down my spine. An old, primal feeling, I’m sure. I wonder if cavemen had this problem. I suppose not. I’d imagine they make love to whoever they please. “You can’t tell anyone.”

For 18+ readers. (MATURE CONTENT) #1st in darklove #4th in darkromance #1st in pure "Good girl." He praised her and continued to massage her dainty feet with gentle hands. "Will you pull such naughty pranks on your loving husband again?" She shook her head, eyes fluttering down in shyness. She won't dare because she hates it whenever he ignores her and gives her a silent treatment. "I won't, husband." "Good, now it's time for another punishment." ???! "W-What punishment, husband?" He didn't say anything and just pulled her down before pinning her on the desk, half of her body leaned on the flat surface and her bottom perked out, looking inevitable to his eyes.