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John started to say something but as soon as my cold glare reached him, he froze. "From now on, don't you dare call me that. Its Mr Hayes for you from now onwards. If my Granny's health wasn't at it's stake, I would have kicked all you out from this place." "Ch… Mr Hayes… Eva betrayed not only you, but us too. We are sorry for…"

I growled, staring deep into his eyes, giving him a choice to hate me or love me. . . . Ray's P. O. V Hate me... The word resounded me in my ears a thousand times. But I couldn't do it. I couldn't see myself hating her. It was impossible. " I can't..." I muttered, still looking at her. " What did you say?" She asks me, her voice coming out as a whisper. " I can't.... Do it..... I can't hate you. I don't know how to." I said again, strongly this time, begging and hoping she'll understand. Then all of a sudden, she started hitting me in every place that was available.

"You overstepped your boundaries." "One against two," the taller one said. "I hate unfair fights but you leave us no choice." The rooster haircut guy pulled out a penknife. "It could end up in an amazing Romeo and Juliet. Just this one is authored by Izzy," he laughed, exposing his missing teeth. "I promise to go easy on you if you tell me who sent you. I'm a man of my word." Sean coolly bargained as if candies rather than human lives were the goods of interest.

it's a prospect too bleak to even contemplate. Uncle Leo barks out a harsh, mirthless laugh. "Really? You think you aren't in love with the bitch?" Red tinges the edges of my vision at the slur, a growl rumbling up from deep in my chest before I can stop it. "Don't call her that," I warn, my hands curling into fists at my sides.

She flips the binder to a section full of menus, and I want to bang my head on the desk. “Eighteen?” I echo. “Can we narrow it down somehow? For example, Grandmother hates Thai food. Can we get rid of any sort of food she doesn’t like?” “I only included her favorites–Italian, Chinese, and French,” Aunt Hattie says with a shrug. “So… no.” “Great.” I look around my desk for a sharp object and see a pair of scissors. If I “accidentally” slice my hand open, will I have to stay?

Said Edward which seemed to have calmed Luther. "You're right! The Lycan Royalties are also there. We better make preparations as soon as possible!" "You won't win against him no matter what you do. I told you, that person isn't a beast. He's lived for thousands of years, do you think you stand a chance?" I exclaimed. "SHUT THE FUCK UP AND GET YOUR FOOLISH LITTLE HEAD OUT OF HERE YOU WORTHLESS WOMAN!" Leo heartlessly shouted at my face. Everyone didn't say anything but stared at me with hate as if they're waiting for me to follow what Leo just said.

It may not be the best in term of editing, but I truly cherish this book and I promise to go back and re-edit both part one and two so it'd make a smoother and more enjoyable read for incoming readers, as well as those who'd be rereading. Thank you for staying, patiently waiting and finally dropping at this destination with me. This is the final drop of Dawn Meek, and Ryder Smith, our very first couple. If you're yet to read my other books, you can check out SIN AND HATRED WITH BENEFITS. They're both completed and I assure you'll love them. If you're into brother's best friend, you can go for SIN and HATRED WITH BENEFITS if you love enemies with benefits, but I'd recommend to read both, haha

It was Hattie who got near us and started to humiliate me. "Do I have to explain, Hattie? If you cannot show me a bit of respect, then at least show respect to other customers. We are ready to eat, and we are willing to pay! So what might be the problem?" I asked, and I don't know why she's so harsh towards me. "Really? Is that the reason why you ordered the cheapest dish ever? Oh, come on, Raven. You don't have to pretend like you can afford this kind of restaurant, because we both know that you can't." Hattie said it was so rude.

Luke put a hand over the rim of Amiriam's just emptied glass in a bid to dissuade Gabri from pouring more Black Rooster Chianti into it. Not just Chianti. Black Rooster Chianti. It's a thing. Amiriam had no idea what it was or why it was important, but Gabri made sure she knew that his Rooster was better than any other Rooster that existed. Then he made her taste it. In fact, he made her taste a lot of it. And she'd have to agree. "Oh, I love your Rooster, Gabri," Amiriam sighed, the exotic name rolling off her lips. "Gabri. Gabri. Gabri. I love your name, too. I love it so much."

“I just don’t like listening to a bunch of bitter fuckers act like they wouldn’t kill to have what he has.” More silence. More looks thrown my way. I grab my drink and down the rest in one go, ignoring the way my chest feels too fucking tight. The tension lingers, thick as the whiskey burning its way through my system. They’re still looking at me like I just grew a second head, and maybe I fucking deserve it. I don’t defend Rook. Ever. He’s the enemy, the smug bastard I’ve spent years hating. The guy I was supposed to hate.