Killermare Sin Mga Nobela at Kwento

"I never planned to hurt you! I just made mistakes! You planned this! You destroyed me on purpose!" "Yes I did. And it felt amazing." Eric's face crumpled. "How can you be so cold? Where is the woman I married? The kind, gentle woman who would never hurt anyone?" "You killed her. The day you brought Lisa to that auction. The day you humiliated me in front of hundreds of people. That woman died that night." "Then who are you?" "Someone who learned to fight back." Eric wiped his face with his sleeve. "I love you. Please. I love you so much. Do not leave me."

“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.

“I’m sorry, General Nerine.” “For what?” “You were punished because I have feelings for you.” I sighed, “You don’t have feelings for me, you are a Berserker. You live for battle and sex. The only reason you were interested is because me being a Valkyrie was a challenge for you, and you liked the idea of making me impure."

“Entertain me.” “Amolet has a mate, Ira,” Sinful says suddenly. My head whips to him, but he looks away from me, smiling ruefully at Ira, whose mouth pops open curiously. I can’t bring myself to look toward Cian, but I can feel the heat of his gaze on me, the pressure in the way it examines my face for answers. Ira slowly turns toward me, smiling sickly. “Really? Who?” “Some mortal from her hometown,” Sinful says before I have a chance to fumble with a story, my mind unable to grasp what he’s announced. “I took one look at her and could tell she had met her mate.”

she finished and those amber eyes went to the place I was to also remain immobile before my incredulous gaze. “What did you say your name was?” I asked a few decibels above my regular voice. “Oh, Mark! So good you came, you were the only one missing.” I heard the voice of Kristopolis somewhere in the room, but my eyes were still locked with the woman’s who was a few meters from me, noting how pale she went when she heard my name. “Mark?” she said in a whisper. “Yes... Marcus Sanders.” confirmed Paul looking at her with worry eyes “he is the owner of the company and promoter of the campaign that you will develop… Are you okay?”

I saw him lighting another candle. I took a deep sigh. “Are you-” “Is the scent not that nice?” He cut me off. “Better if you’ll stop lighting another one doc, we're not summoning some devils to have our ritual with that bunch of candles.” I crossed my legs comfortably before presenting the innocent eyes and seducing lips. I’m obtainable seductive and siren inside out, I want to finish this man right here, right now. When would they give me a signal to kill him now? I’m running out of patience, tsk. Doc. Jairo Black, what did you do to make them think you were an enemy?

deadly. Seeing this side of her made Fasting even more excited, the actress was slowly beginning to get the hang of the game, in a world like this, only cowards die, the strong however, live to fight till weekend, that was one of the principles Fasting lived by, the only thing he learnt from the old fool that married his mother. The grin on his face widened, and his eyes glowed even more,

A world so dark as this did not exist without the innocence of youth. Born the first daughter of Duke Killian and Duchess Lilith Hunter, Lady Mary Hunter was nothing short of sensational. Smart and strategic like her father. Decisive, alluring and manipulative to a fault, like her mother. Killian took his son Calvin onto the battlefield, flaunted his daughter Veronica’s beauty when he had dinner with the king, but Mary was his very best assassin and therefore his favorite. Those who knew of her contracts knew her only as The Silencer.

She’s steel, pup—guard her, kill! Mara positioned herself on a ledge above the ravine, her cropped black hair glinting, brown eyes blazing with defiance, her dagger unsheathed, its blade reflecting the moonlight, the hilt warm in her scarred palm. Her dark green tunic was cinched with a leather belt, the wooden bead cord on her wrist shimmering faintly, her stance coiled, ready to strike, the ash scent fueling her fire. Ember, her wolf, snarled softly, her russet form crouched beside her, tail lashing, eyes locked on the shadows below. They’re filth, Mara—hunt, protect!

"We don't have jurisdiction here. Killing her creates political complications." A long silence. Long enough for Mara's face to go from red to purple. Long enough for two of Kaine's warriors to take one step forward and then abort it, recognising with animal instinct that the second step would be the last thing they did. Then Cain released her. Mara crumpled to the cobblestones, coughing, both hands at her own throat. No one went to her. Cain looked down at her with the expression of a man looking at something he'd already dismissed.