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Liam stared at me, his eyes gleaming with greed and a lust for conquest. He didn’t just want the Alliance. He wanted to dismantle Damon, piece by piece, and take everything that was his. Starting with his mate. “Of course, it’s not too late.” Liam gripped my chin, forcing me to look at him. “But, I want to know, what can you bring me?” “I know the code to the Dark Moon Pack’s vault,” I threw out the bait. “And… Damon’s been very weak lately. He’s taking some kind of red potion to suppress his rage. If you cut off his supply, he’ll go completely feral at the festival.”

“No one touches you but me. Understand?” I nodded, but fear mixed with that dark thrill again. The messages had escalated. The last one still glowed on his phone screen from where it lay on the nightstand. An invitation to join us. Part of me wanted to lock the doors and hide in Damien’s arms forever. Another part, the one corrupted by these forbidden nights, wondered how far this twisted game could go. A knock echoed through the cabin. Sharp. Deliberate. Not the wind. Not an animal. Damien cursed under his breath and grabbed his jeans, pulling them on without bothering with a shirt. His muscles flexed in the firelight, a reminder of the power he held over me. “Get dressed. Quick. But stay b

It was like staring at the black heavens, a soul divine, one brighter than any star of the night sky. In the sea of their blackness, there was a coldness, when there is no love within them. All Harlow could see was a deadness within them. 'Who was this guy?' He looked so familiar, like she had seen him before but couldn't figure out where, she wasn't able to put a finger on it. Just as those thoughts occurred, occupying her mind, she didn't expect the next word her wolf would utter just seconds afterwards. 'Mate.'

Damon shrugged indifferently, "On the top of my head I would say...you want my Darkhole without risking anything?" Ann pursed her lips. "It's the coven's sacred wand," Damon shook his head at Ann with a sneer, "How innocent do you take me to use such a lame lie?" Ann squinted her eyes at Damon: "How would you know it's a fake if you are not a wizard?" "Because," Damon sat down with a polite smile on his face, "I AM the Darkhole." Ann opened her eyes wild in shock. "I told you, the evil witch consumed my soul," Damon laughed at Ann's shocking face, "She put my soul in the Darkhole. So only I can use it. And I know an empty soul vessel when I touch one."

That’s why his darkness lured me in, because my darkness wanted to be freed. There was no denying anymore that I love him, I love him beyond anything you can possibly imagine. I wish I could run back, and tell him that but it would be of no use. As he said, he could never love me. And now, he hated me. How funny that my darkness is what makes him hate me, while it’s his darkness that makes me love him. Yes, how funny. To be Continued......

But he’d recently heard a few of the Runners say that the Donovans had been sniffing around Wesley the past couple of months, and the prickling at the back of his neck told him the family might somehow be involved with that particular club. If he was right, there was a good chance Heaven and Hell was being used as a front for something far more sinister than peddling flesh. Over the years, there’d been rumors that the Donovans were involved with drug trafficking, among other illegal activities. From the sound of things, the guy that Sapphire Smart had hooked up with was probably associated with the family in some way, or they never would have let him walk out of there with the girl in one p

DARK FIFTY FIVE: OWNING HIS BELOVED Third person's POV: "I fucking love you, you know?" Asked Luca, hungrily. " I'm going to make you mine right now, baby. The smaller male under him was dazed in lust and passion, as he stared at his lover, who's in verge of taking him. Blake looked at him with full of admiration and love, as he mentally counted the days where he was lusting over him but decided to ignore to avoid the odd feeling. "You're so beautiful, Blake."

Annabelle read it out: “ Luke, the most powerful vampire to exist. He is known by many names. The lord of darkness. The symbol of abomination. The epitome of destruction. But one thing is very clear, he was never born as a vampire. Rather, he was born human. A servant to be precise. The story goes back when he served at a plantation alongside his friend. The two young men did not like their status and the burden of servitude. As much as they hated their lives, they each had different views towards their master. While his friend wanted to be among the elites and high class, Luke wanted to rule them. And so when rumors of a warlock spread in the town and came to pass, Luke and his

he growled, his voice deep with desire. Andrew, the one with the dark eyes, watched with a smirk, his hand stroking his own erection. “She’s a good little slut, isn’t she?” he commented, his eyes glinting with lust. Camila moaned around Lopez’s cock, the sound vibrating through him. Van’s hands moved to her ass, his fingers tracing the curve of her cheeks before sliding between her legs. She gasped as he found her clit, his fingers rubbing and circling, sending jolts of pleasure through her body.