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To save their plague-stricken region, they offered hundreds of crates of supplies and 300 trained warriors each year in exchange for the epidemic antidote I had created. "Healer Megan, tomorrow the North Kingdom's Alpha King will arrive with their council. I will announce at the handover ceremony that I will take you as my mate. Jerry will also officially become my son under the witness of the pack elders and the Moon Goddess," Milo informed me. He gently held me in his arms, and I felt my heart overflow with his love. … The next day, Milo, Jerry, and I had just arrived at the site where the handover ceremony would take place when a familiar voice called out through the wind.

The number one healer on the server. Game ID: Miracle Hands. This time, I wore a soft, elegant French-style dress and took my seat early at a high-end restaurant. Miracle Hands turned out to be the refined type–gold-rimmed glasses, polished, dangerous in a quiet way. All it took was one sentence: "Last time in the dungeon, your positioning almost wiped the entire team. You still owe me an apology." Just like that, he willingly cut my steak for me, poured my wine–completely at my service.

" I appreciated her words, I don't know why, but talking to that woman changed something inside me, and something occurred to me. I want a harem for myself and I will have it...

Liza, my first roommate who had been jailed for killing a councilman had been released long before the war started, and after months of therapy funded by Damon, had given herself into helping convicts who had been convicted wrongly. The harem had been the first creation of Rogu’s to be destroyed completely by Damon. As suspected, he had planned to sacrifice some of the convicted girls to make his hypnosis spells work. The harem had also been a hideout for several other messed up plans he had prepared for the future. Some of Damon’s men had protested, but this time, Damon stood his ground and dismissed any councilman who still stood for evil just as long as it afforded him a few minutes of pl

The door closed. Angry? Did I do anything wrong? Suddenly, I felt something in my right hand. I looked down. There was a dagger in my hand. Symbols began carving on the silver blade. And somehow, somewhere, I knew what they meant. “Marfóir Deamhan,” I whispered. The meaning came to me like a memory that was never mine. My voice cracked, as I translated the words. “Demon Slayer.”

After sending the text message to Aunt Gracie, I thanked the policemen who helped me and quickly switched to a different hotel after that. It was only then that my tension finally eased up. I felt my pounding heart slowly calm down after stepping into my new hotel room. A short while later, however, I received a notification on my phone. Randell and Evelyn had made it official and gone public about it. They posted a photo of their hands tightly holding each other under the street lamp, and the accompanying caption said, "You're my hero." I was just about to block Evelyn on all my social media too when she suddenly privately messaged me and said, "Cassidy, you've probably already seen my post

Damian raised a hand. “I was not informed of this specific arrangement.” “You agreed.” “I agreed to consider.” “You said fine.” “That was under duress.” “That was consent.” “That was coercion.” “That was destiny.” Damian stared at him. “You’re impossible.” “I’m persuasive.” Sera pinched the bridge of her nose. “Nikolai…” But Nikolai had already activated full charm assault mode. “He’s from Italy, Mama. It would be rude not to show him Russia.”

"That is exactly what a true heroine looks like! She put aside past grievances and reached down to lift her fellow out of the depths." "Women stand together! I'm declaring this the most hype esports story of the year!" "Astral Titans, go and win the championship with Stacy as part of the team!"

“I keep a harem here for my own feeding, the kitchen is well stocked with anything you could desire.” I hadn’t seen another soul as we walked through her home, the mention of a harem and a stocked kitchen left me confused. I wondered if those she kept were human or supernatural and if they stayed of their own free will. “You would be surprised how many humans, especially in these modern times, willingly become an amour for a vampire.” She chuckled, accurately interpreting my silence. “All of the men and women in my harem are here of their own volition, they can leave at anytime so long as they agree to have my existence and location glamoured from their mind.”

she said huskier than she meant, but his hand was on her face, caressing the flesh, and she wanted to tremble. Don’t. She couldn’t show that weakness. His hands were hard, but his touch felt whisper-soft. “Hailey, Aria Rambeaux.” She said, reinforcing her tone. There was pride in the words because she was named after the first pureblood vampire ever to be born, Aria La Fey. The first, but not the last.