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" Hmm, how con-fucking-venient that my voice returns just in time to call his damn name. 😒 I'm past embarrassed and more than wobbly. When he lifts me off of him. And stands me on my own feet. I held on to the counter in front of me. Crying, panting and shivering from his overwhelming orgasm and bite. My brain isn't foggy any longer. I can't even bring myself to look at him.. or them. I wish I could go hide under a fucking rock somewhere. I hear him licking his lips loudly. I'd guess he was cleaning me off of him. I can't tell because he's behind me. He clears his throat and speaks with such cockiness, "Ahem! Hello everyone, my name is Ivan Seto. And I am Manuel's Vampire." And in my periph

Not-so-wonderful was…different. Ashleigh plastered on a smile and held out her hand. Ivan was probably a bit over 5'10" and was almost as light-skinned as she was. He wasn't bad looking with a neatly shaved face and reddish brown hair that had a nice curly texture—either due to Mother Nature or a visit to a hair salon. Ivan had light brown eyes and a few freckles on his face; a black man with freckles and big Bugs Bunny Teeth. "Nice to meet you, Ivan." He took her hand and shook it while giving her a pleasant smile.

I stopped and took a deep breath to calm myself before looking up at the stupid face who is having so much fun bullying a girl in the hallway without a single ounce of shame. My mouth practically hit the floor because he wasn't a stupid face at all when my eyes beheld his face. On the contrary, he has pretty eyes, chiseled cheeks and teeth so white that, he could pass an audition to model for Colgate without breaking a sweat. And those side dimples are like that of an angel and I can totally die for it right now. Who the heck is this guy?

Sandy did not suspect anything and stood there patiently. She occasionally glanced around to see if her ride had arrived. A car with a suspiciously familiar license plate pulled up in front of her. She started feeling something was off. As she stared at the recognizable car model, the familiar plate, and, finally, the all-too-familiar face that appeared when the window rolled down, Sandy froze in place. It took her a long moment to process what was happening. “You!” Sitting in the car, wearing sunglasses that covered most of his face but still failed to hide his cocky expression, was none other than Ivan.

He laughs some more, looking between me, Vivienne, and Chase like it’s all a big joke. “What do you want?” I snap, my voice shaking but loud. “You think you’ll get away with this? Everyone’s looking for you. The police will—” Vivienne’s face twists, looking at me with disdain. “Even with this new face, you’re still annoying, Ivy Sinclaire.” My heart stops, and i try to school my features. “This again?” “Don’t play dumb.” Harry steps closer, his smirk disappearing. “We know it’s you. Somehow, Chase saved you—gave you a new face, because why else would he buy House Valemont?”

She pointed to a man in a sharp ivory tuxedo, talking to someone. “Sweetheart!” Natalie called. The man stopped talking and then slowly turned towards us. I blinked at the guy. He was tall and very well-built, wearing a black and gold mask in the shape of a wolf. Most of his face was hidden but I made out a sharp jaw and an arrogant smile as he grinned at us. He walked towards us, smooth and graceful. Before any of us could react, Ivy froze beside me. Froze as in literally froze, her hand turning into ice and her entire body going rigid. Her heart was beating so hard that I could hear it.

Please be ugly, please be ugly, please God make him ugly! I inhaled sharply as my stare reached his face. He was the hottest guy I'd ever seen. He had a strong jawline, high cheekbones, and longish blond hair that he wore slicked back. I couldn't see his eyes because he was wearing a dark pair of designer shades, but with everything else he had going on—even if his eyes were bright pink with yellow spots—I don't think anyone would give a crap. I gulped again, trying to pull myself together. He had a massive grin on his face and one of his eyebrows raised as he stretched out his arm, waving my vibrator in my face.

Isabella "Ivan was a beast of a man who reminded me of Leonidas. He had short, dark hair cut close to his head, a strong jaw, a prominent nose, slightly full lips, and deep-set, bright blue eyes. Objectively, he was handsome, but he had this feral nature about him that made me feel as though I was standing in front of a wild animal. "They call me Ivan the Undead," he said with a smile. "I know. I saw it, and I think your American accent is quite charming," I replied. Ivan suddenly smiled, transforming his face entirely from a feral beast to a teddy bear.

I turned my head around to see it was Ivan. He had been standing in the corner all this while, and now he held my face in his large hands. His dark, souless looking eyes were right in front of mine. He didn't say a word as he just leaned down and slowly licked my tears off my skin. His tongue was hot on my skin. Then he shoved me down, and my face hit the mattress.

Regan called, sitting up in panic. Ivorie held her head as she screamed loudly in agony. Regan didn't know what to do but to hold her face and try to soothe her. “Ivorie what's wrong?” He asked but she continued to scream. Suddenly, her eyes snapped open and they were the brightest of green Regan had ever known her eyes to be. Her mouth parted and he saw fangs. Her face began to shift bones as facial hair began to appear. Regan stared at her in awe. His gaze went out the window and spotted the full moon glaring at him. It was then it dawned on him. Ivorie was shifting.