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It was a disaster; Silas had let his empire rot while he chased a ghost. Leo and Luna sat on either side of me, eating their breakfast with a quiet, disciplined dignity that clearly unsettled the staff. They didn't fidget. They didn't whisper. They sat like young royals, their silver-blonde hair catching the morning light. "Mommy," Luna whispered suddenly, her fork pausing halfway to her mouth. Her violet eyes—hidden behind the contacts—darted toward the grand entrance. "The bad flower is here. I smell the fake jasmine."

"These thirty-six days—I've hurt a thousand times more." His mouth crushed hers, punishing, claiming. The kiss devoured every protest. Cynthia's resistance slowly melted into surrender. Her nails raked down his back, leaving angry red trails. The moonlight filtered through the sheer curtains, casting their entangled shadows across the wall in flickering shapes. When the storm had passed, Lucien held her in his arms, his fingers twining through her hair. "If you didn't leave for money, why didn't you reach out?" His voice was low and raw. "Afraid your husband would find out?"

Author's Note🤭❤️ Thank you for picking up Fuel for Obsession, a story that quite literally crashed into my heart and refused to let go. This book was born from my love of raw, messy romance where two broken people collide at full speed and somehow find healing in the wreckage. Lucien Vale, the cold and untouchable Ice King, and Ariana Cross, the fiercely proud woman fighting the world with nothing but grease on her hands and fire in her soul, became so much more than characters to me. Their journey is filled with obsession, painful secrets, scorching tension, and the kind of love that burns everything down before it can rebuild something stronger.

Sylvia asked with widened eyes. This particular book intrigues me and I've decided to read it to the end. Roxanne said. Where is my Roxanne and what the heck I've you done with her? Sylvia asked playfully. The Roxanne I know never reads any Paranormal books.. she base her knowledge on Romance and moral stories. Who are you? Sylvia asked again. I don't even know. Roxanne chuckled and raised her hands in defeat. Where should we go for relaxation this afternoon? Roxanne asked as she opened the little map in her hands.

"Nothing to worry about, they were unfortunate human victims. They will be handed over to the cops. Probably, murdered by someone crazy. They were dumped in our shipyard." "That's so terrible, poor humans." "Evil exists! You know it. Don't ponder on it." He said while tracing my face with his knuckles. Lucian scented my neck deeply and once he calmed down he leaned back to look deep into my eyes which were fluttering open and shut as I struggled to stay awake. His hand gently tucked stray strands of hair before moving down to caress my cheek as he whispered, "I love you." "You should, I'm fabulous," I whispered as I fell asleep with a smile on my face.

He looked at me as if I was crazy, hell I'd feel like it if he turned out to be who I thought he was. He grated out, "Vaughan. Vaughan Lupus." A screech escaped me as I stumbled away from him. A confused growl escaped him and he closed in on me. Then we both paused. The smell of burning grass filled the air. Our gazes both drew in on my lantern that'd fallen away durning our make out. A memory that now filled me with disgust. Offered a distraction, I got up and made a run for it. I hadn't gotten more than a few feet away from him when I heard his enraged roar.

"You should be grateful for me you little tuat. Besides, weren't you the person who was screaming and pleading to be close to me? Weren't you the one who yearned for my touches?" Said Lucian placing his hands on either side of me. The invasion of privacy irritated me as I was forced to inhale his masculine scent as his soft breath fanned my cheeks. "I was drugged. You should have known that" "I should. So tell me what should I have done hmm?..." His hands went to my face tilting my head to look at him while his soft thumb brushed casually against my cheeks. "Leave you to die? Or leave those men to have their way with you?" He asked making me speechless as both options were so hopeless but st

For a second I wonder if they’ve turned around and left, but then the other man speaks. “You smell that?” “Smell what?” “Smells like… Lycan.” Another silence. Footsteps approach the bedroom. “Max, this whole place stinks like Lycan,” the first man says. “Nah,” the man named Max says. “This smells fresh.” The second man enters the bedroom, slowly creaking the door open. I reach out and grasp Nancy’s hand tightly. The man walks around the room, sniffing the air. I can see his glowing green eyes through the door, which makes me realize -- can he see mine? I shut my eyes tightly, leaving me with nothing but my hearing.