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In just a few months, her hair had turned completely gray. I silently mouthed the words, "Your bloodline ends here." Florence snapped. She leaped from the defendant's bench, pointing at me and hurling curses. "She's a ruthless, conniving little snake! Don't let her fool you! She killed her own parents, and now she's destroyed my family too! Heaven must be blind to spare this wicked woman!" I stared at her coldly. My parents had died in a car accident. Six years ago, blinded by love, I fell for Chester. He treated me with indifference, merely keeping me as a backup option.

A shadow of collarbone above the collar of a dark shirt I had not bothered to register until now. His mouth was beautiful. I am going to say that plainly, because I have had three years to think about it, and the word I keep coming back to is beautiful. A full lower lip. An upper lip with a clean, deliberate line. A shape I had not been prepared for because I had been prepared, in some small back room of my imagination, to find something about a killer’s mouth that would give him away. Something hard. Something mean. His mouth was a mouth. Human. Soft at the center. The most dangerous thing in the room.

Her eyes were cold and filled with hatred, though the strength of it weakened as she coughed a mouthful of blood. Her red and green eyes were filled with pain. Her face had turned ashen and she kept coughing more blood. The excruciating pain wrapped around her body and rocked her slowly toward darkness. The sight of her like this gave him a strange relief. “Blabber all you want, but in the end you are going to die and we will survive. Not only that, the inheritance of your mother will belong to us. I will become the sole owner of all the properties she left for you.” he announced as he stepped forward and knelt in front of her so their eyes met.

From behind his back, he pulled out a sharp utility knife he had prepared before coming home and decided to personally destroy Nova, the demon who had killed me. "You don't get to replace Tina after killing her. You're not worthy." Right after saying that, he lunged forward and ruthlessly slashed the knife across Nova's neck. "Crack!" The knife sliced through her throat, exposing a chaotic mess of multicolored wires. Electricity crackled loudly, and the sweet smile on her face froze. She tried to speak, but the sounds she could make were only distorted glitch noises. Moments later, her body collapsed heavily onto the floor, and the light in her eyes went dark. She never moved again.

"Here, I got this holy water from a reputable temple. Feed it to her, and she'll be healed immediately!" Watching her raise her hand to pour the "holy water" into Amy's mouth, my eyes widened. That bowl was the very thing that had killed my daughter in my previous life. Springing to my feet, I deliberately caught my slipper on the floor and crashed towards Mindy with all my might. "Ouch!" With a pained cry, Mindy lost hold of the bowl and it shattered against the floor with a loud crack, spraying the filthy liquid all over her pants.

As I loop my arms around Nate, I begin to sense this burning feeling deep inside me and the crawling itching behind me, like someone is thrusting daggers right into my back. I snap my head around, my vision hitting straight into Killer's gaze watching me like a predator. He points his index finger at me before switching up his middle finger into a 'fuck you' sign. Dread trickles down my spine not only at the insulting gesture, but also at the venom leaking out from his dangerous gaze trained at me. Nate starts the motorcycle, the sound of the engine tearing my eyes off Killer and bringing back my attention to Nate. I clutch my arms tighter around his abdomen and lay my head on his back as he

It has a deep v-cut showing just the right amount of cleavage and my hair was also curled as it cascaded down my breasts. “What is master going to do now?” I looked at the person who spoke and was surprised to see a little girl, probably six or seven years old. Her eyes are completely gray and unlike the others, she was staring right through me. A woman wearing a tight black sexy dress with a slit on the side muttered a hum and rolled her eyes at me. “Kill her, I hope,” I scoffed and earns a glare from her right before I saw her blow what seemed like a kiss towards me. A piece of skin covered my mouth fully and I touched my mouth to feel that it was gone! I gasped in shock and started to pan

A loud animalistic growl escapes from his throat, my life seems to flash before my eyes as he cast his red burning gaze at me. Kael was right, Talon Aspen is the Klux, the killer and obviously not Alvarez's son and right now, the fierce predator seems to have found his prey and it is none other than me, Lilac Hirav-Aapen. I might die tonight. ~

My jaw drops as he moves across the arena with an easy, predatory grace—like he was born for this, like the world bends to his will. A slow ripple of excitement spreads through the gathered fighters. They want to see him fight. I don’t want to be impressed. I don’t want to stare. I don’t want to admire the way the light catches on his sweat-slicked skin, the sharp cut of his jaw, the sheer rawness of his presence. But I do. Goddess, I do. This is what makes Killian Storm dangerous. A fighter steps forward—a towering wolf, broad and deadly, his stance measured but confident. Killian’s smirk widens.

I saw the way she staggered, the way her hand clutched the moonstone on her wrist like a lifeline. But she didn’t fall. She never fully broke. My wolf liked that and that made him dangerous. I leaned back in my chair and let the recording loop again. She moved like a predator. Every strike in the earlier footage was deliberate. Not street-learned. Not military. Professional. Lethal. Zero. The name that Hugo and Kelly had whispered in my ear like a curse. A ghost in the underground. An assassin without a face. A rumor most dismissed… until now.