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CALIFF “That went well. Thank you,” Shadow said as she stripped off her white dress and dropped it in front of me. “You want me to play nice. Now it’s time to pay what I owe you. You know I hate to be indebted to someone when I have a way to pay it.” “Really?” Her eyebrows cocked up. “Because I don’t mind. I’m kinda exhausted anyway.” Her tone wasn’t compelling, but I opted to fall for it. “Then let me give you a massage.” I followed her when she went to the bathroom in her black lacy underwear, her firm round ass on full display. I quickly felt the tightness inside my boxers.

"Boss, don't tell me she's—" Sophia set aside her bowl of fruit, chin tilted proudly. "What's the matter? I'm Tisha, the one you call boss." "Nice to meet you, Boss Tisha!" Ronald sputtered, questioning his own sanity. Emeraldshade was the dark web's premier marketplace. He had once pictured Emerald Crab as a middle-aged, divorced dad, only to discover she was the elusive Miss King! As for Tisha? She was Emeraldshade's infamous Black Widow, a name that sent shivers down the spine of many.

"Not an ordinary witch, I can feel it. Am I right?" "Yes, I am a shadow witch," "Hmmm, your kind still exists?" "I am the last, I have no idea why," He looked at me as if contemplating something. "My name is Jingaro, keeper of this library. What is your shadow name and who are your parents?" "My shadow self calls herself Darcy and—" "Darcy? The strongest of all shadow spirits?" He asked with wide eyes. "Shadow witches are spirits?" Ann asked curiously. Darcy is the strongest?

Half hidden behind the door, she asked: "What can I do for you?" "I wish to see the River Lady. I believe we have common interests.", the shadow replied and took out a bone coin. He sighed inwardly when he noticed that the girl's only reaction to the coin was curiosity. "Take this to her. She'll know who I am." With another wary glance in the sharp, but not cold eyes over the scarf, the girl took the coin and closed the door. The shadow waited patiently. He had no doubt that the River Lady would know who was behind the token. Even if his best time was over, there were still stories and rumors about him. The River Lady was intelligent enough to pay close attention to the past, for it could af

Her eyes widened in fear yet she gutted back to step ahead towards the invader in order to start fighting off. "WHO ARE YOU, HOW DID YOU GET INSIDE?" She shouted at him while approaching. But the shadow in a spilt second avoided her contact to get away from her as that was when Sylendra opened her mouth to shout for help as an immediate alarm before the invader could have run away and escape. She intended to call the security but just in a matter of seconds a big hand covered her mouth blocking her intentions before she could have made any sound, her eyes doubled the size immediately at the audacity of the invader.

As he'd anticipated, the shadows beneath the tree separated from the natural darkness, coalescing into a female figure who stepped forward with a respectful bow. Skotos recognized her immediately, Lysandra, one of House Maelis's more talented shadow-walkers, assigned to monitor various family members' activities. She wore her midnight hair in a multitude of braids intertwined with silver thread. Her curves were wrapped in ebony leathers. A set of triple daggers hung on her thigh. Her presence, unscheduled and using magic rather than conventional approaches, suggested urgency. "My lord," she greeted with the formal salute of House Maelis retainers. "I apologize for the interruption.

Something to focus on besides the agony in her chest. Well, if they wanted to pretend she didn't exist, she'd show them exactly who Lyra Ashwood was. She'd show them what they'd thrown away. She'd make them see her. She walked toward the front door of the pack house. Her jaw was set. Her amber eyes were blazing. Her spine was straight. It was time to crash this party.

I have a contract to sign in order to prove Aunt Dolores wrong. The thought of wanting him in flesh excited me but then, I remembered Victor and released a sigh I didn't realize I was holding. My thumb shakes when I tap his profile. I've never looked before. I never needed to. The anonymity was the whole point. A shadow I could beg without consequences, without a name to haunt me after. The handle is still ShadowKing. The bio image loads first: a black wolf silhouette cut sharp against a glittering skyline at night. It looked familiar in a way that made my gut clench before my brain caught up.

Blend in, keep your head down, and move on before anyone gets too close. As she walked down the bustling hallway, murmurs and whispers followed her. She was used to it. She didn't just blend in. She found her locker and fumbled with the combination, her hands trembling slightly. As she opened it, she caught a glimpse of herself in the small mirror inside. Her long, curly silver hair cascaded down her back like molten moonlight, shimmering with an otherworldly glow. It was the kind of hair that defied explanation, the kind that drew eyes and sparked curiosity exactly what she didn't need.

“Her name is Remy, and she’s in my shadow.” “When you say in your shadow…” he drags it and I roll my eyes and stifle a chuckle. “I mean she’s in my shadow, merged with my shadow. I promise to give you a demonstration later.” I giggle at his confused look. He’s trying to picture it, I can tell. “Yeah, that’ll help.” Luna Daisy laughs. “You need to keep an open mind, King.” She chides softly “So, did she already have the name, or did you name her?” Richfield asks this time. This is new to him too.