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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.

Trigger warning - Grief. (Please read with caution, this chapter contains a very sensitive subject.) _____ _____ There was a lady in a white flowing robe, with long silver hair, and a dagger dripping with blood etched into her stomach with her hand over it. She extended her other hand to Belladonna and whispered something in a language that she seemed to understand despite not having ever heard it before. Belladonna's hand held the lady’s outstretched own, something surged through her at their contact and she woke up.

“Love, the feeling is mutual. And I don’t have sex with anyone. I fuck. And I do it well. I stated—I would fuck you. And I will.” I declared easily. “Go to hell.” “I’d drag you with me because there’s no escape.” “Fuck you!” She shrieked, digging her nails into her skin. “Gladly.” Exhaling, she showed me her middle finger, swerved around, then stormed out of the room. ** This is just the first chapter. There are more steamy scenes, sarcasm and intriguing facts to come along. Get ready. Leave a comment, drop a review and expect the second chapter! Much Love.

I heard a ladies voice and turned to find a very beautiful doll standing next to us batting her eyelashes at Damian. Who the fuck is this bitch I thought in my head. Dear readers Here is today's chapter hope you like it and please don't forget to like comment and follow thank you 😊.

Maybe I was momentarily out of my mind and bought that book in the bookstore, or maybe I was asleep as I picked that book on the shelf. The character I loved the most in the story was the villainess. And now that I have come to realize everything, I am that villainess. I was set on the path of death from the very beginning. However, since I am now in this body, Heather Jade Aczen, I won’t let anything, or anyone, lead me to death – not even Jean.

“Bloody mistress! Fucking bitch! You’re the one without shame and acting innocent here?” The lady continues to rain down verbal insults on Suzanne, her fury evident in every word as she relentlessly berates her. With each insult, her anger only seems to intensify, fueling her actions as she delivers swift and forceful kicks to Suzanne's prone form. I can only imagine the depth of betrayal and rage coursing through the iron lady, her sympathy for Suzanne replaced by a visceral need for retribution. It's a chilling reminder of the consequences of deceit and betrayal, and I can't help but wonder if anyone will intervene before things escalate even further. Suzanne's life hangs in the balance, t

Again, I took my place beside him. "I found my second chance mate," he announced, "Lady Hera of The Shadow Claw Pack here," he pointed at me and I raised my hand in a little wave. Their increased murmurs and whispers didn't deter me. "She's my mate and you'll all do well to address and treat her as such. That's all." The crowd dispersed and when we turned around, the lady was looking at me, her eyes full of hatred that made Atticus look like a child play.

4o mini —- Chapter 14.1 The woman raised an eyebrow while looking around the store. Her hand brushed over the clothes she liked, picking them up without even trying them on. She called over the saleslady and handed her the selected clothes to carry. “Welcome back, Madam Hilda,” the saleslady cheerfully greeted, but the woman ignored her. Anna grabbed a piece of clothing with the intention of trying it on, but she didn’t expect it to be taken directly by the woman.

THE ALPHA CRAZY LUNA (His quest) SUNDAY MERCy MERCY'S WRITE CHAPTER 1 THE LYNN HOUSE GRETEL POV “You're a lady for crying out loud Gretel,are you the only one in the pack for once try to behave like a matured woman”Gretel mouthed with her mom as she speaked.

But I stood tall, refusing to show any sign of weakness. "You think you can defy me, little girl?" Lady Rosa sneered, her eyes filled with anger and superiority. "You need to learn your place. You are nothing but a lowly bride, and you will obey." I glared at her, my defiance shining through. "I will never bow down to you or anyone else who tries to control me," I said firmly. "I am not just a bride. I am a person with my own thoughts and desires." Lady Rosa's face twisted with rage, and she raised her hand to slap me again. But before she could make contact, the door burst open, and Alpha Damian stormed in, his eyes filled with fury.