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And Axel, damn him, had seen too much already. Mine, her wolf whispered, mocking and insistent. “Shut up,” Raven hissed under her breath. “You talking to yourself, cousin?” Her eyes snapped open. Cole leaned against the corner of the building, cigarette glowing between his fingers, grin sharp as a blade. “Or maybe to that Rider alpha who had you cornered earlier?” he continued. “Reed doesn’t buy your little story. Neither do I.” Raven stepped forward, voice low and dangerous. “Careful, Cole. If you keep poking, you’ll regret it.”

Only the bills remained, stacked on my nightstand like a tombstone I could not afford to engrave. Twelve million dollars. I had twelve dollars in my pocket and a job cleaning houses for a woman who paid me in coins. I opened the envelope. Inside was a photograph. Liam Cole. He sat in a glass office, and the city behind him spread like a dark ocean he commanded. His suit was the colour of midnight, his tie loosened. His face was carved from angles that caught light and threw it back as a shadow. He was not smiling. But his eyes – black holes that swallowed hope and gave back hunger – seemed to look straight through the paper, into the frightened part of me that still believed in fairy tales.

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Brianna said before shaking the thought away, people tend to write who they are not and maybe that’s what Alex had done. Alex’s mind was in a mess, so he decided to stop at a café and have some coffee. But when he got there, he spotted Coyle having coffee at an isolated part of the café. He looked sad but what was funny was the fact that he took coffee instead of alcohol, Alex walked towards him with a smile. “Mind if I join you?” he asked and Coyle nodded. “I mind a lot,” he said with anger, every time he thought of the fact that Emma was with Alex, he felt his blood bubble with anger.

Their dark beauty is meant for angels, bodies like gods, there is no way you can mistake them for anything but your dark desires and the fantasies you have deep down inside coming alive- them bringing you heaven to you and the destruction they leave in their wake. There is no in-between. Landon delivers pain to the man with sharp intelligence, endless patience, and unfathomable depth, enough to make the man still awake and present for his execution. Cole is laid back, radiating controlled power that fascinates me, draws me in against my will even now as he as he stands a little too close, blood getting on his clothes and I can see how he wants to claw out the man's chest, with how his sharp

A permission to see the world through my own eyes again, something I hadn't realized I’d lost until I held the weight of the lens in my hands. I adjusted the focus lens, framing the shot. Cole was sitting in the leather armchair a few feet away, reading a thick hardcover book. He was wearing reading glasses—something I hadn't known he owned until this trip—and a thick cable-knit sweater that made him look less like a billionaire CEO and more like a rugged mountain man. The firelight danced across his features, softening the sharp angles of his jaw. Click. The shutter sound was loud in the quiet room. Cole didn't flinch. He just turned a page, a small smirk playing on his lips. "If you’re goi

The version that gave nothing away because nothing was being offered. Her fingers tightened around her phone. His phone vibrated in his pocket. He didn't reach for it. He already knew. *Say it. Come back to me. Or she burns.* Lyla, counting down, sitting somewhere comfortable and certain, watching the same live stream with the satisfaction of a woman who believed she had already won. "I have always valued my privacy," Cole continued. "And because of that, there are aspects of my personal life I've chosen not to discuss publicly—"

" Ryan and I flinched, our heads snapping toward the door to land and landed on a familiar figure standing in the doorway. Cole. He stood there wearing his hockey jacket, a sports bag hanging from one shoulder while his other hand still gripped the doorknob. For a moment, Cole’s gaze flickered between Ryan and me. His expression darkened instantly. “Wow.” I scrambled off the bed immediately, rushing toward him. "It's not what you think." "Oh?" He tilted his head slightly. “Then tell me what exactly this is, Lila?” My mouth opened to respond, but nothing came out. Because suddenly... I had no answer.

the woman whispered, her voice sounding hauntingly human against the mechanical roar of the system. Lyra Thorne stood frozen, her obsidian blade hovering inches from the woman’s chest. She felt the sensory reality of the "Reader"—not as a god, but as a "Consumer." The woman smelled of lavender laundry detergent and the metallic tang of a smartphone. She was the one who had "Subscribed" to Lyra’s pain. She was the reason the Forbidden Forest had been so cold.

She came back way sooner than expected. "I've been wanting to read this one," she shared in a small voice, shrugging her shoulders while walking back to the couch. Just as she sat down with finesse, held out the book with both hands, and carefully opened it, letting the pages cascade smoothly like it was some treasured family heirloom, and that was when he read the title he was aching to recall. Of course! "The Imperial Serenade," he mumbled the title out loud. "By the Lancaster Maureen Ethereal," Carylle continued with satisfaction. "I've been dying to read this since back then. My former co-workers have been talking about it a lot."