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Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19 Epilogue Enjoy this exclusive excerpt Also by Iris Morland About the Author

Hello everyone. Since we're approaching the end of this story, I will be finishing my book called THE WEREWOLF SWITCH next. It already has 87 chapters, and it will be as long as this one, so maybe 120 or 130 chapters. I'm planning to do a spin-off with some of the characters from this book and the Werewolf Switch, so don't go anywhere. The book will be titled WHEN A WEREWOLF AND A LYCAN KISS. Well, it’s more like a merge. It will be adventurous, more fun, and have lots of romance and bad people to kill.

Chapter Twenty-four Trixie drifted in and out of consciousness. Three figures stood over her, holding hands and chanting. The room felt so thick with corruption that it was hard for her to breathe. A strange feeling washed over her, like she was losing a piece of herself. Fighting to hold it back with all her might, her mouth opened to scream, and a golden mist leaked out of her. Clamping her lips together, she realized that the evil force would suck out her soul, leaving her empty and lifeless. As a tear rolled out of one eye, she heard a commotion in the hallway. The surrounding magic weakened, and Trixie’s energy and strength started to return–but it didn’t last.

She started choking me, and her eyes widened in anger, "And who the fuck are you to answer me like that huh? Have you forgotten you are still tied up in that fucking chair? You should know how to respect someone who is above you!" Even though I was grasping to breath already, I did not let her get the best of me nor do I show that I was afraid of her. I even spit on her damn face to show her that I was not feeling scared at all. "You are a piece of shit Cindy! That spit is not enough to make you pay for everything you have done in my life. You stole Matthew and backstabbed me, you even made up a story just to hurt my feelings. You are not different from Alpha Lorenzo, you are an evil creatur

Her breathing was erratic as she stood there. "I'm here with a warning. There are men coming, at least forty, possibly fifty. I couldn't count them, it was too dark. They're leaving the manor, possibly already have. There are more than I originally thought and they're headed here. They have guns and silver knives. You need to be careful, retreat back to your houses. They mean to kill you all," she let the words tumble from her mouth. It was easier to betray her people the more she did it.

She glanced back down at the leather-bound book resting on the floorboards beside her. The empty pages seemed to stare up at her, daring her to turn them. With a trembling hand, she picked it up again, the leather warm against her palm. She knew she should get up, should finish unpacking, should do something practical, anything to distract herself from the throbbing between her legs. But she couldn't. She was hooked. The anonymous writer had become a guide, a seductress whispering secrets into her ear, and Pinky was a willing student, desperate to learn every lesson.

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He almost lost his normal weight from 55 kilos to 45, he had not eaten well for the past weeks though Angelic never forget to send her healthy foods, he would not eat them, instead he would give it to the other detainees. One rainy night, he was feeling uncomfortable on his bed, there were rats under it making little noise which sounds irritating. He opened the light to check the underneath portion of his bed, the light flickered on and off. He thought that there was something wrong with the electric line so he turned the light off and returned to his bed. He gently closed his eyes and a cold breeze of the wind blown inside his cell, suddenly, the wall clock hung on the wall dropped and made

Alex slowly walked towards their bodies, putting the gun into his pocket as he squatted down and covered his right hand in my father's blood and left one in my mother's. He turned around and walked back towards me, my eyes for the whole time only looked at his blood-covered hands. I instinctively backed away till my back hit the nearest pillar. I was trapped. He closed the distance between us, standing in front of me and looking right through my soul with his intense gaze. I couldn't breathe, couldn't speak or find the strength to keep with his gaze yet somehow I still stood there, unmoved. And then he finally spoke, crushing the silence into mere pieces and shattering me as well.

The other guides himself back into me, slower this time, deeper, until there is no space left between us. We leave the diocese before dawn under names that are not our own. My temporary vows are ash. His collar is abandoned on the rectory floor beside the broken door. The child grows. The secrets stay buried with the rain and the blood. In the stolen car, with his hand resting possessively on my still-flat stomach, I rest my head against his cock outline and speak the only truth that remains. “I was never reluctant. I was only waiting for you to make me sin properly.”