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Yosef answered again while giving an explanation. "Wha-what? Killed? In such a crowded mall, they dared to act?" Aditya continued to ask because he didn't believe Yosef's words, but Yosef just nodded, confirming every question from Aditya, until Aditya fell limp. "They are cursed humans, daring to kill my husband in front of my own eyes, as if they know that if my husband is not present tomorrow, then my husband's company will go to someone else. That's why, in this critical situation, I really need you, Aditya. Will you be our helper?”

“You think she’d choose you if she knew the truth? I built her. Don’t get sentimental.” “You don’t get to decide what she is,” Jonah answered, steady. “You never did.” Hands moved then—fast, ugly, human. Barry shoved. It was not a cinematic shove. It was small, clumsy, a frustration translated into motion. Jonah’s shoulder knocked the book from his hands; it hit the floor and rolled, pages fanning like a slain thing. “You don’t touch her,” Jonah said, and he said it as if he’d been practicing for months. Barry’s face split with fury. “You’re gonna pay for this insolence,” he spat. He lunged.

The workings of the brain under it probably had no appeal at all. She turned to close the door and lock the car. Collins attention was galvanised. Leonard hadn't lied. He hadn't even exaggerated. Jasmine Leclaire was a stunner. Helen of Troy came to mind. Here was a face that could definitely launch a thousand ships. It seemed to simmer with sexual promise, aided by the erotic positioning of a deep pink flower over her right ear.

It’s on me. Of course she’s the daughter of a man who invented a device that perverts the fundamental nature of a shifter. Of course she followed him up here to get him out of trouble. Of course she’s the girlfriend of Ben Wallace, one of the scions of the billionaire family that owns Neuroworks. Her ex, she’d said. No doubt that was a lie too. The most wretched part of that revelation is the way it hits me in the gut, maybe even worse than even learning about her connection to Maurice Hart.

I stood face-to-face with Valenti's family mansion, a part of me unsure of what the future holds and a part of me fully prepared for whatever it might bring. I wasn’t Nyla Romano anymore. That girl had died four years ago, buried along with the innocence I once wore like a second skin. In her place stood Silver Caruso, the heiress to a feared tycoon whose name could silence a room. My past had been stripped away, piece by piece, until all that remained was a woman forged from fire and pain.

Creatures seen that hadn’t walked the land in generations. “Who are the Ashborn?” I asked. Lucian looked up. “Exiled scions of Kaelith’s bloodline. Sorcerers. Fire-warped. Supposedly extinct.” “They’re not,” Fenton muttered. “They’ve just been waiting.” I touched the scroll again, watching the sigil in my palm flare faintly. “They think I’m her heir.” Lucian leaned in close, hand on mine. “You’re not.” “I might be.” “But you’re not her.”

“Even a goalie who throws the ball in the net ten times in a single match wouldn’t be dumb enough to come up with a name like that. You must think you’re Mr. Terrific or something.” Santiago chuckled as he slid the phone back into his pocket. “Mr. Terrific. That was actually funny. Okay, you got me. What would you suggest?” Lola shook her head repeatedly. “No, no, no. I’m not in any position to replace such an already awesome name. I’m not the Tony Stark wanna be here.” “Neither am I. Stark is such a ripoff. I’m Mr. Terrific, remember?” “You wish,” Lola scoffed as she swept her hair away from her face. “You’re just a washed-up bad boy living on daddy’s money.”

he said in a low husky voice. Ohkay. That was sexy. He sounds sexy, really. Xander sure have his own charm though its not like Yael’s, but Xander is almost a step closer. Yael’s aloof personality alone screams sexiness effortlessly while Xander shows his charm, and he knew how to affect me with his appeal. “What’s your answer, girlfriend?” he asked when I didn’t managed to respond. I don’t know but I heard his voice almost similar to Yael’s. Husk and hoarse, too hot.

Alex concluded. "Sir, this is the first time you are playing with a woman's feelings. Hermes loved her since the day he saw Mrs. Anastasia." Alex stopped typing as he heard that. "Do not trouble the woman whom he loved until his last breath. He will never forgive you for that," Stavros firmly said.

She mumbled and passed her orders quickly. “Is this regarding the wolves?” She questioned, shocking me. Am I readable? “Do you believe these legendary solutions?” I interrogated her in order to get her perception. “I… I know you are young and it’s hard to believe in stuff like that but I firmly believe this.” Her answer sure came as a surprise to me.