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And most importantly, no more killer smiles. Right now, it’s just Gabriella the witch and Aelfric the werewolf. Just two mates enjoying the serenity together.

"Not my wife and daughter, Jeffrey! Don't touch them!" "Ahh," Jeffrey looked at the ceiling with a tried looking eyes, three bullets marked on the ceiling. He is sitting on the sofa, wide open legs, and his hand resting on his knee holding a real gun. "Why did you tell them about the killing of the old man? It was our plan, remember?" "I'm a demon like you, Jeffrey. If you want him to be killed, do it yourself!"

Less than 10 seconds later I receive a text. SLONE: Holy hell, girl, he’s FIIIIINE! ME: But is he a serial killer? SLONE: Nah, he’s way too hot! ME: So was Jeffrey Dahmer. SLONE: Would Jeffrey Dahmer let you take his photo? ME: Fair point. SLONE: If you don’t take a slice of that beefcake I will! ME: OMG!! SLONE: He he! (winking devil) Taking a deep, steadying breath, I cautiously step outside.

“Kill him. Don’t hesitate and finish him as quickly as you can. I know you like to torture your victims but end this as soon as you can. I don’t like seeing you with another wolf.” Smiling at his words, relieved that had been what had bothered Alastor she nodded at him and getting on her toes she kissed him, “Just give me a few minutes.” Once again Jeivel was surprised by the vicious pride overflowing from the two and for a moment he wondered if he had wrongly judged her. Shifting into his wolf he howled out a battle cry to let everyone know what was happening and Vevina saw the wolf standing before her to be of a brown color but with a smaller build than her mate.

She just looked at him. "You know what I am," he said from behind her. "I know." "Then don't—" He stopped. She turned around."Don't what? Don't look at you like you're human? Don't put a band-aid on your arm? Don't sit here in this shitty motel room with a man who kills people for a living and still feel safer than I've felt in years?" His jaw tightened."You don't mean that." "I don't say things I don't mean."

because of that I won’t bully you Jeoff. I put it on his table. Then Jeoff lean at his seat. Crossing his arm and hugging him. Just like I need to defend myself. “you should eat first. I really cook that for you.’’ I just said it and sit on his bed. Then I saw a very big picture on the wall. A picture of his girlfriend. A painting… “That way of painting is so nice.” I noticed Jeoff smelling the food I bring. “Does it have poison Lily?”

Not even a single try. “What does it say?” I asked, brows furrowing as I rubbed both of my palms to create warmth. The cold had been much cruel today ever since we arrived at the healer’s cabin. I encouraged myself to look at the drawings instead; the art style is pretty much gothic, if not ancient. It wasn’t inked. Hues of black and white were embedded on the golden brown pages of the material. I saw the graphics of a human and a werewolf. They were doing something strange… some sort of a ritual. Elliot did not flip the pages further so I ended up guessing that that was it.

Rarf was just satisfied with everything that was happening, he has finally found me. "You know I wanted to kill you but Rarf said no. Honestly, I don't even know why, you're not that pretty for him plus you're black and you know what happens to black ladies like who huh? Their place is in clubs so they're prostitutes, hoes and harlots." Giorgia laughed hard, wiping a tear from her eye. Rarf looked pissed off at her and a slap landed on her face.

Karma stood up and walked over to Marcus's limp dick, with pain in her eyes she remembered every evil he caused with it, she held his limp dick in her hands and was furious as she watched it come alive. “This monster is still getting turned on, even in this situation?!” She smirked, and scoffed and in a swift motion she sliced his dick off. Too bad she couldn't get everything out at once, so she kept slicing till it was completely off. And just like a child holding her award, she happily lifted it up like a champion, ignoring the blood splashing and the vigorous movement of her father on the bed. Tears had caused a streak down his face, as it was obvious he had run out of tears. He was heavi