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He held me up easily, fucking me with his fingers while Elias stood there, breathing hard, cock straining against his jeans. “Look at him,” Rafael murmured, voice filthy. “He wants to taste you again. But he’s too shy to ask. You like that, don’t you? Two men losing their minds over this greedy little pussy.” He pumped faster, thumb rubbing my clit in tight circles. I was so close already — the combination of Elias’s earlier tongue and Rafael’s bold fingers was too much. “Please…” I begged, not even sure who I was begging. Rafael kissed the side of my neck, sucking hard enough to leave a mark. “Come for us, Nova. Come on my fingers while your neighbor watches like a good boy.”

Content warning ⚠️‼️: This book is a dark mafia romance containing explicit sexual content, graphic violence (including murder and assault), kidnapping, intense power exchange, spanking/discipline, rough sex, and strong language. It features an enemies-to-lovers arc with eventual mutual consent. Intended for mature readers 18+ only who enjoy very dark, possessive alpha heroes and high-stakes romance. Please read responsibly. Chapter 1 Lila Moreau had always known her father played with fire.

But my impression of badboys was about to change. I sat in the library with a pile of history books on the table beside me. I copied something in my notebook while making reference to the bulky textbook open beside me. I dropped my pen down and sighed irritatedly as the sound of hushed moans kept distracting me. “Fuck yeah. I want three fingers now” The girl whispered huskily and I screwed my nose up in disgust. How could people actually pick a library out of all places to make out in? I stood up and held the table's divider while looking over at the boy and girl that were about to drive me insane with their fornication in a prestigious place such as a library.

Eventually, with my arms full, I found Nicholas still in the fantasy section. He was engrossed in a thick hardcover, his brow furrowed in concentration. “Find something good?” I asked, approaching him. “Possibly. But I think you might like this one.” He handed me a paperback with an image of a woman wielding a sword on the front. I read the title aloud. “‘The Lycan Chronicles.’ Hmm, never heard of it.” “It’s a fantasy series,” he explained, still flipping through his own book. “Great world-building, complex characters...” He glanced up and smirked. “Plus, it has some... steamy scenes.”

Tyr Snow swirls around Hawthorn Academy as I close my car door and step onto the street. The place looks abandoned, some of its stones blackened from fire and the windows dark, but I know better than to believe what I see. The Silver Hunters might hate anyone else who uses magic, but that's only because they're salty that they aren't innately good at it. They have no problem using spells to get what they want. Which makes them annoying but also useful to me.

At least, for now, I want to pretend everything is still alright. I step out of the kitchen and through the corridor to the living room. "Would you like any snacks with—" I gasp halfway through my question, nearly dropping the tray. Rhys is holding a familiar book in his hand. I instantly know what it is, but I stubbornly hope he didn’t read it. That thought flies out the window when he opens his mouth. "You have quite the imagination, Kira Davidson."

he turned to Leo arching his brows. "That's a mere myth Taynor. It is said that angels are forbidden from touching the book, a curse has been placed on it, if at all its real"leo explained. "A myth that is true. Wait till I get it on hold!" "Why do you want to become human Taynor? Divine creatures dream everyday to become immortals. Are you dumb! You were birthed with a rare gift!" "Once again Leo, you know nothing about me!"he bellowed. "Now get us the fuck out of here!"

Fury makes me blind, and I grab him by the lapels of his shirt, lifting him in the air as if he weighs nothing. Instead of fear in his eyes, I see a black rage. The air around us is changing, shifting, and I can feel my body grow hot, a strange heat filling me, warping me. And then my hand makes contact with the vault door. Screams. A thousand echoing screams in my head. Rivers of blood. A sky that has no sun, an unnatural red. So much evil. So much darkness. There’s something moving toward me at a speed that is too fast to avoid.

"And before I forget, if a thing doesn't linger in your brain for about 5 seconds, the caster cannot hear it. Atleast that was the record of the fastest reader I've known." Right now, I am so much sure about one thing, indeed, I am the reason why Ruka reacted like that. The girl didn't like me and I insulted her even more. Did I just sign myself into a death wish? Will she come for me later? Maybe at midnight? My own thoughts were scarying me more that I'm already was. "And lastly, the decendants of Meniah. Red-eyed kierikos who can transform themselves into wild creatures." I looked at him closely, he had those kind of eyes. I patiently waited for him to fill me with details but he didn't s

He was grossly outnumbered and the odds were in the favor of Nikjin and his army. She wondered what had become of her father; of Monah, the head warrior, of Seisa, and the other servants. How many werewolves have already lost their lives in this cursed place? How many more would have to die before this nightmare was over? Tears ran down her muzzle from her closed eyes. A silly thought occurred to her that nearly made her giggle out loud. If she’d known that she was coming to an era of civil war, she should have probably gone to bed with the dream stone and her father’s hunting rifle that was stashed in their attic back in Fairbanks. That would have surely tipped this fight in the werewolves'