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"We will now read out the crimes of Kyra de Leta. Attempted murder of the saintess candidate, use of witchcraft to seduce the crowned Prince and plotting treason against the royal family with the entire De Leta family. She shall be beheaded by the Kingdom's Swordsmaster, Duke Kion" How did it come to this? I didn't do anything wrong. I just wanted all that was rightfully mine. But why? why must you betray me like this Kion? I treated you like family but yet you betrayed me. Down on her knees, Kion approached and whispered something into her ears before stepping back and unsheating his sword. With rage burning deep in her eyes and heart she muttered at him "I will get my revenge you illegitim

somebody asked, which made everyone giggle. “No way. If they did, she wouldn’t be walking properly,” another added. In a chorus of laughter, I felt my cheeks darken with barely contained anger. “But for real, it’s being wasted on Scheur,” Margo, a maid I barely interacted with, said. I knew she had a few relationships with other werewolves, never shying from her sexual escapades and retelling stories. “Yeah, if it was me, I wouldn’t only try to date him but use him to better my life. He is rich—use him and raise your power,” she added, which wasn’t wrong, but I wasn’t interested in him at all. I had no interest in being with a man like King Baldwin.

Pinky squinted to read it, her eyes tracing the loops and crosses. "Collection of short stories for ladies," the title read. "Stories of desire, of awakening, of the first time." Pinky blinked, her eyes widening as she read on. The handwriting was feminine, secretive, as if the writer were sharing her most guarded thoughts with only the pages. It was a confession. A revelation. As she began to read.

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Having a strong Alpha by her side gave her a sense of comfort and security. Curiosity got the better of Erica, and she couldn't help but ask Leroi about his deep-rooted hatred for Rogue Wolves. As he worked, Leroi's expression turned solemn, his mind flooded with painful memories. He spoke softly, his voice heavy with the weight of loss. Leroi recounted the tragic story of how his family had been ruthlessly murdered by rogue wolves. The anguish etched on his face revealed the depth of his scars, both physical and emotional. It was this heart-wrenching tragedy that fueled his deep-seated resentment towards Rogue Wolves.

Was I making a total fool of myself? "But you think you're better off out of your league?" she asked. I nodded firmly. That was the only thing I was sure of. Charlotte smiled like she understood. It felt good, feeling her smile at me. I decided to keep my mouth shut and not ruin the moment. "Those Russian guys are interesting," Charlotte said, pointing to Felik and Grigor. "And you girls, too. But too bad I have to make this dang doco about the Firsts." "Doco?"

The alcohol was still thick in her veins, Rissa felt herself unraveling in slow, syrupy waves, her legs falling wider and hips lifting toward his hand when his rough fingers finally slipped between her thighs and found how embarrassingly wet she already was. “Fuck,” Ronan breathed, the word almost reverent. “All this for a man who won’t even look at you?” He worked her open with slow, merciless strokes, curling two fingers deep inside, while his thumb circled her clit in tight, unrelenting loops. Larissa’s head thrashed against the pillow, a broken sob caught in her throat every time he dragged against that spot inside her that made stars burst behind her eyelids. She was close, dangerously

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There was gradually less need to provide me with medications when I felt low. One Saturday she asked me if I was ready to go with her on a trip to visit some friends. It was a cold rainy day but we eventually arrived at her church where the friends were gathered . It was a social gathering made up of a group of people with bitter frightening experiences like I had gone through. She introduced me to the members of the group . Several members stood up to share with us experiences they went through in the past and efforts they had taken to wipe of these memories. Many of them had physical scars to show from their experiences. One cheerful pretty lady had her leg amputated as a result of he

There was an odd swear word in it but it seemed right for the context'. 'Did it turn you on?' I asked simply. Julia now flushed bright red and did not answer. 'Your face tells me that it did. I'm glad, which is what it's supposed to do. Did it offend you?' 'No. How could a lovely story like that offend me?' she asked in return. 'What better definition of erotic writing do you want. Something that is not offensive but is a turn on both mentally and physically' 'Do you think that that story is true?'