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Marcus cast his eyes down as his shame covered him like a new winter’s coat. “ For now,Noah, please just trust me.” For a while after Noah left his room, Marcus stared up at the ceiling, feeling like the lowest form of life for lying to his best friend. How could he possibly explain to him that his dad and new girlfriend were being haunted by an ancient spirit, the same one who haunted his gran and her sister years before? “ Hello Marcus.” The voice which suddenly interrupted his thoughts, was melodious and familiar. Marcus looked to his side and by the light of the moon beaming through the window, he saw her.

I stared at him in even more confusion and blinked my eyes rapidly trying to grasp what he just said when my head start to hurt, the pain started small and it advanced and before I knew it all I could see was black. I was awake again, only this time my head doesn't hurt that much anymore and I remember who I am but I'm not in the same place I was before I blacked out. What is this place? There's blood everywhere, the smell is driving me crazy, I have to leave before I kill someone. I tried to stand up but my legs felt like jelly. I regained my balance and tried to find my way out of this strange place before I turn full vamp. As I went farther away the smell of blood reduced and my urges les

Sharon nodded to persuade her friend. "Okay," Allora replied with a sob. Mason did not know when the darkness consumed him the night before and when he woke up the next morning, he felt lethargic. A throbbing headache was gradually awakening his senses, but what made it worse was the headache that was making it difficult for him to concentrate. He lay in bed for a long time, assuming the reality that hit him yesterday was all his dream, but how would he explain the fear that gripped his entire form. Allora!

He whimpered in pain. "You go to Morgan's High, huh?" Clyde asked. Mason laughed hysterically. "You aren't blind to see that, are you?" Clyde pulled his hair before crashing his face on the desk. He pressed his face hard on it allowing Mason to moan in pain. "Now, you are gonna help me, bring out supernatural beings like you..." "I prefer to die than help you" Mason muttered and Clyde scoffed, with a snicker. "But firstly, Our new dark hunter, Kristen has a job to do before she officially joins us"

If they wanted me dead, I'd be buried already. Late afternoon the bite happens. I’m crouched near the art station helping a curly-haired boy named Milo glue googly eyes onto what I think is supposed to be a turtle, when something sharp sinks into my wrist. “Jesus CHRIST!” I jerk back so fast I fall on my ass. Attached to my arm like a rabid raccoon is Mason. Tiny blond terror. Four years old. Freckles. Suspiciously intense eye contact. And the jaw strength of a crocodile.

Cara growled. Mason chuckled and remarked, “You are so cute. I am glad you are my mate.” “Your girlfriend better not come crying to me when she finds your broken tushy,” Cara hissed as she kept punching Mason’s back. Mason suddenly flung down his mate on a tuft of grass while she glared back at him. “My so called girlfriend is in there,” Mason pointed towards a newly built grave. “You still wanna fight me ?” he chuckled. “Mason was on a mission last night ?” I asked Dre in bewilderment. “I never sanctioned one !!” I exclaimed incredulously.

Mason and Theo both reply, their tongues never leaving my pussy and nipple. Theo drags me to the sofa, straddling me and positioning his cock at the entrance of my pussy. Mason leaves the room only to come back with what seemed like medicine. Opening the cap, he squeezes some good amount before walking to me. I panic. " What's that?" I ask. " Do you trust Us?" Theo asks and without hesitation, I nod. I trust my mates. With that, Mason applies the jelly-like substance to my ass. The cold sensation makes me jump and in that moment, Theo's cock slips into My pussy, making me moan

Kael's overwhelming aura pressed down heavily on Mason, making it difficult for him to breathe. Mason's scream tore through the air—high-pitched, raw, and full of absolute terror that came from somewhere deep and primal within him. He scrambled backward desperately, his hands scrabbling against the smooth floor as he tried frantically to crawl away from the apex predator before him, but his body completely gave out on him. His limbs simply stopped responding to his panic-stricken commands, and he collapsed forward onto his knees with a painful thud, sobbing uncontrollably as his entire world crumbled around him.

Fifty-seven: Mia Crescent I woke up to the feeling of…something strange happening. I was disoriented, and couldn’t figure out what was happening. That was when I noticed that Masons head was in between my legs and his tongue was licking my cunt. A shiver went through me and Mason paused, just look up and grin. “Morning, Mrs. Crescent,” he said. “Morning,” I murmured, “what are you doing?” “I thought I’d make you breakfast.”

Jess just stood there as if her legs didn't work as the stranger reached out and smelt her hair. "Hey! What the hell are you doing you CREEP!" Jackie yelled as she ran over. "Let's go Jess." Jackie pulled her by the arm and they rushed for the door. Jess could hear the guy talking to himself as he watched them leave, "Such a pretty girl, I'm gonna getcha pretty girl." Jess noticed that he was missing a few teeth when he smiled at her through the storefront window. "What a creep, what the hell was wrong with that guy? He was probably some kind of pedophile. Why did you even let him close enough to touch you?" Jackie went on rambling as Jess sat in silence.