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I just need to satisfy this curiosity or else I'll be damned. He threw me relentlessly on my bed and was thankful it was soft enough not to injure my back. He started getting rid of his White Armani suit. His eyes were visibly full of fire and desire. His movements were collected but fast. There is no stopping him, that is what he wanted to convey on his coal-black eyes. "Are you scared now, Milady?" He asked, with a voice so raspy and cold. His bare chest was already flashed before my sight. It was sculpted perfectly. I noticed his scars, which didn't even matter because it made him sexier and more dangerous.

Gabriel said Eden sighed and licked his lips. "I've heard you, father," He said. "I saw something in you on the day you defeated Ray" Gabriel said and Eden looked at him curiously "There was a kind of darkness that overshadowed you on that day. I saw it in the way you kicked Ray ungracefully and you didn't mind if he dies or not" Gabriel said "I guess for me to conquer, I will have to wear the suit of darkness" he said and Gabriel smiled

I'm going to remove the blindfold now, and don't you dare ever think you could outsmart me, won't allow this to happen. He removed the blindfold from my eyes, it was blurry at first and now it was Ok, the house was big and spacious, it was beautiful and dangling I can't the place to my, it was hard choosing the one that is cooler between him and Damon, but that not the point now I need to escape this hell loop if I don't want anything to happen, cause I can't live if this man ever touches me, the guilt am going to felt is not of this world.

A pressurized feeling propels on his back which forces his muscles to tighten. The force alone is something that he can handle but what happens next has a look of a dead man crossing his features. Butcher’s ribcage propels out of his body, armor and all shattering like glass. His eyes widen once he sees his own body part fling from his flesh like he is nothing more then the hounds he crafted from for battle. That helmet comes off of him, blood spoils everything else that is connected to him but he collapses down on his knees. For some reason, he is still alive still breathing but the pain is unimaginable. Both of his hands slide down onto the dark surface but as he touches this unknown found

' He asked with a raised eyebrow. 'How's what going?'. 'The whole walking into a dark dangerous forest, how are you holding up?'. 'It's that bad you know. And it's not dark at all. I just don't like the dense atmosphere and the too tall and wide trees which takes up ninety percent of the place'. 'I see'. He said stroking his rough stubble. 'And you, how are you holding up?'. 'Holding up?'. He chuckled. 'I'm not holding up at all babe, it feels...normal'. He shrugged.

The heavy wooden door opened slowly, revealing a sliver of darkness that widened into the mansion's vast entry hall. My heart hammered against my ribs. Caden stood there, looking impossibly calm. He wore dark pants and a loose white shirt, sleeves rolled up, showing strong forearms. His eyes, dark and sharp, met mine, and a slow, unsettling smile spread across his face. "Right on time, Maeve," he said, his voice a low rumble that filled the huge, echoing space. "Come in. Don't be shy."

It takes only a powerful witch to be able to conjure a soul from the underworld into a dead Lycan's body. No mere witch was capable of such a feat. One would have to trade his soul to the darkness to be able to perform such an act. And whosoever was at the dark side, was an enemy to the light, and the living. But this monster stood tall before me, eyes black like the abyss it had been awakened from. “All these for a maid?” I knew a fight stood before me, unbound by the shackles of death. I, on the other hand, had no time to waste. Strigurd was prepared for a bloodbath.

"So, you made a choice?" His dark voice vibrated in the room, making me flinch. I brought my legs closer in fear, as if I could stop this fear from crawling through my skin, reaching all parts of my body, and nodded my head, whispering "yes.". "Here." He slammed the contract in front of me. I flinched, raised my head, and looked into his dark, angry blue eyes, immediately lowering them in fear. I once wished for him to spare me a glance, and that could make my day, but right now, his deep blue eyes scare me the most, and I don't want him to even look at me.

Right here on this lovely platform. I will admit, this one is not as, how to put it? Sweet as Diaries of a Hybrid and Her Mate. Be warned, this story is far darker. Updates will resume shortly.

The maids, obviously the ladies, fell silent when they saw her. Amira rolled her eyes, feeling totally disgusted by everything they said, and gasped at how the kitchen looked. It was huge and felt like a dream, filled with all sorts of fancy, unnecessary stuff. She thought it felt like it was made of gold, and the walls were covered in fine dark marbles. She glanced over at the sink and noticed the dishwasher sitting there. “Hey, wait a minute! Who are you and where did you pop up from?” The one with brown hair inquired with curiosity.