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However, that girl was an exception. Like a firefly, she flew into my world. It was a nonchalant glance at first, like two strangers crossing path until her beauty pulled me in. I couldn't help but stare at her again from the corner of my eyes, wondering who she was, but remembering how Lilith would join me in a day, I refrained myself and decided to walk away. I might not be a Saint, I might love killing, love seeing blood, and doing wild things, but I preferred to be loyal to my girl... But Calista changed everything for me ~

She finally managed to pull away and looked straight in the eyes. "Why are you doing this? Why are you so kind to me? What do you want in return?" She asked with concern "Love is free, I don't need to ask for anything in return." He simply stated and opened the door gesturing for her to enter. The ride to his place was awfully quiet. When they finally reached his Villa which was magnificent and surrounded by beautiful flowers and trees which complimented it. They were welcomed by an old lady who reminded Joy of her nanny back home.

"Is there anything your alpha heart desires from the archive?" "Just your male body," he mutters darkly against my ear. "Your beast already possesses my soul," I tell his chest. "For one single winter contract," he whispers back. When our matching golden eyes meet in the dim light of the aisle, my mind can almost imagine the real life our wolves could share permanently. I try hard to push the forbidden thoughts away, but the desires take a savage hold, digging deep spiritual roots into my very soul. My father always told my inner cub that when I discovered the dominant male I was supposed to run with, my beast would know instantly. My mind thought that male was Darius Kane in the past. But a

I remembered the deep, agonizingly sensual way Julian had made love to me in the dark bedroom. I was completely torn in half. I looked into Ethan’s burning, possessive eyes, and I felt a massive wave of panic wash over me. I was trapped. I was standing perfectly still in the middle of a warzone that had absolutely nothing to do with Daniel or the stock market. I was forced to choose between the dark, quiet devotion of Julian Thorne and the fierce, burning obsession of Ethan Calder. And as the clock ticked, I realized I had absolutely no idea what I was going to do.

Not when I liked him this much—needed him this much. Not when he consumed me like something dark and feral, not when all I had for him were these untamed desires. Because I wanted him. And I had never been the type to deny myself something I wanted. I could practically see the wheels turning in his head, the way his thoughts shifted and rearranged themselves, as if he was weighing whether or not to show me. I squeezed his hand, firm, steady. A silent promise. He swallowed hard, then gave a small nod.

No big surprise, the best and best "go West. When all of these vile beings have been lost to time, will they return as the souls of a new race? I trust in God... These French ladies partake in their crepe shroud, their high-obeyed shoes, and their short dark skirts; even a cousin is close to enough for the features of misfortune. — Could any of us, at any point, feel trouble now? I think not. Yet again, Maurice has his purposes. Were I a man, I ought to disdain Maurice. He is such a great animal, such a giver. holder of one of the extremely rich—and devoted as well. Does he not pander to my every extravagant desire and acquire me whatever I immediately want? What a difference a complete murd

Her story unfolds in layers: through the haunting grip of her dreams, the unraveling of a once-promising engagement, and the magnetic pull of a man who exists both in her subconscious and in the shadows of her waking life. This book explores the power of instinct, the destruction that lies in deceit, and the healing that only truth, however painful,can bring. You may find pieces of yourself in Jacqueline. In her strength. In her silence. In the storm she learns to survive. This is a story about second chances, about trusting the unknown, and about the dangerous beauty of a love that finds you when you least expect it, and refuses to let go. With heart, [Dee-Jay] Jacqueline’s POV

“It would make you immortal wouldn’t it? Your powers.“ Damon asks and my heart suddenly beats faster. I hadn’t considered the fact that unlocking my god powers would make me immortal. Immortality means you never die. I’ll be cursed to roam this earth alone and watch all those who I care about grow old and die. Including Damon. No. Damon and I share a silent look. My eyes water. I’ll have to make a choice. Do I unlock my powers and become immortal? Or do I decide to live as a mortal, to grow old and die with Damon? In my head I already have an answer, but when the time comes and we face imminent danger, what will I do? Are my current powers enough to protect my people? I had always dreamt of

Part 2: Dani's Demons Forever is a really long time to be bored out of your skull. To be immortal and faced with nothing to do isn't a good combination. It's not mentally healthy for the immortal, and it's not physically healthy for the humans around us. My two best friends had both deserted me - Jess was away in New York on business, and Ariana was totally caught up with her new werewolf lover. On top of that, the bookstore I occasionally worked at just for something to do was closed for renovations. So here I was, a vampire with absolutely no idea what to do next. You could say I was trouble waiting to happen.

“Maybe I am crazy. But I want to know if what I see in your eyes is wrong. I need to know.” The desperation in his voice was achingly beautiful. He was standing in front of me, a nigh on immortal creature, begging me to prove to him I only cared for his brother and not him as well. I lifted my gaze to the panties dangling from his finger. I could do this. It was just one kiss. One simple touch which would prove to him and myself I only wanted Abe. Then I would be able to move on from this stupid little fantasy I often found myself in.