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The sharp click of her 5-inch heels echoed through the lobby. She stopped in the center of the hall, her expression unreadable as she looked at the still little figure on the floor. "Still putting on a show? Is this what Howard taught you—how to fake sympathy? You really think that if you act pitiful enough, I'll soften up? Keep dreaming." Each word cut through me like a blade, stabbing my soul again and again. I wanted to scream—how could she? How could she believe such cruelty of her own child? My boy was gentle, obedient, innocent… Tears spilled onto his face.

Stefan still couldn't imagine how his friend could be that cruel to a woman. Stefan never even had the slightest intention of hurting the woman even though Almyra had indeed wronged her cousin. Even if he wanted to take revenge on that woman, of course he would never intend to take her life. Stefan might be very cruel but he would never want to get his hands dirty by killing a woman. In the past he had indeed made a mistake by holding a woman but never in the slightest mood he wanted to hurt her let alone to lose her life. "You're an animal, Bar." Stefan said it with an angry face as if he wanted to kill Bara.

I will tell him my mind and he is going to listen. “Fuck you, Killian, why would I say anything? You made up your mind, you won’t believe a word I say”, I say in anger. And I can tell I’ve reached a soft spot because he walks into the cell. He grabs me by my arms making me stand up. My entire body reacts to his touch, more than I care to admit. Fuck I hate that my skin reacts to him like this. That my. Pussy throbs and gets ready for him. As he holds me tightly I flinch as he rubs his fingers on the bruises I have hidden under my long sleeves. Killian looks into my eyes and without another word he pulls the sleeves up exposing my bruised skin. I pull away from him as soon as his hands set me

Hopping the answer would be yes, I flipped to the introduction, the much-needed hope fluttering in my chest as I read. “From their temple origins to their violent renaissance in the Bloody War that birthed Henosis, Crowns of Shame have a complex past mixed with hope and cruelty alike. Despite its variety of intents and shapes, one thing remains the same throughout its history: the scar-tissue that defines it.” I flipped through the book, deterred by the word “scar-tissue”. I stopped at a page with a grotesque image of a man on his knees as someone carved a line across his forehead.

Kim then stood up and left the room. I buried my face into the backrest of the sofa and wailed as loudly as I could. Through the silence of the early evening where every office worker had already left, my voice had reverberated bitterly across the confines of my room. And if anyone would hear me, he would surely think my crying spell was already alarming. Never in my life had I imagined going through this. Of all the things I didn’t like was hurting innocent people. Even if Maezy instilled those bad images about Zed, I would never believe it unless Zed himself would admit to the crime.

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Elizabeth growled in anger as I kicked her again. I could fight back... My leg swung towards her again, this time hitting her chest. She hissed in pain and hit my leg hard. We wrestled for a few moments, but Elizabeth was on top of me, making it difficult for me to throw her off. One of my hands felt the floor around me until my fingers touched a ceramic pot. I might not have been able to lift it if I were still using human strength, but my hand easily swung the pot towards Elizabeth. The loud sound of impact and Elizabeth's startled scream made a small part of me feel satisfied; I had never felt this feeling before, feeling satisfied after hurting someone. I pushed her body away from me, an

"What do you mean?" "I'm taking you to my house so you can take care of your pet yourself." Fear filled my heart like the blood that fills my veins. He was a murderer. “I'm not coming to your house or anything,” I said, my voice angry. "Stop that car right now." “No,” he said, his voice expressionless. "What is your intention?" I asked. "Kill me too because I saw you kill someone?" “I wouldn't take you home to kill you,” Edim said coldly. His dark gaze found me inside the car, strong enough to make my legs tremble. "If I had the intent to kill, I would have already killed in the presence of that bastard."

"Why are you treating me this way? I don't have the right to suck you anymore." "How many times am I supposed to remind you that we are not an item? You bore me to death." I state as bluntly as I can; maybe she will get the message this hundredth time. "Really?" Dark looks at Ruthless. "Beg your brother for me." Ruthless looks at me, then back at Madison. "You and I know that Cruel never lets a woman suck him more than once, so you should count yourself lucky for having that much opportunities."

He asked, with a frown. "Because I fear that my reasons for writing it were to cause the war "I swallowed it dry. "I think from the beginning, since I was raised, I've been trying to find ways to defeat Deu... The guy-there-top. I think I may have written the book to teach demons to get out of hell and torment humans. And I think that when this didn't work out here in hell, I wrote the book on earth, so that humans could summon the demons and that more and more of them could mix between them. I think I'm my own enemy. Or a parallel version of what my enemy really is. I know it seems strange to understand, but I believe my intentions have never been one hundred percent honest. In this life I