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Trains, like me, had a final stop, had a purpose, but unlike them, I did not need a return. My path was no longer important, and the doors to the past, in which nothing could be changed, were closing. The future was ahead, but it still had to be fought for, so I left a fully loaded gun in the office, taping it under the table. Marta and Rosa left the residence under cover of night and were replaced by dozens of wolves led by Misha.

He’s just a little overbearing, but it all comes from his love for me. The Deads – this name still gives me the chills – go to train with the other warriors, saying that they want to see if the wolves have any chance against the Undeads heading our way, and Thea and Leo’s sons drag Lia and Blake outside, having mentioned something about getting to know their cousin.

Badmus curved himself into a ball in a bud to find a little bit of the warmth that he could find in the prison cell where he lay. His whole body felt like it was burning. The weather was cold , very cold . Yet there was no dirt of provision for him to rest his head. For the past many days , he had been going through one torture to the other. But he had refused to yield . There was no way he was going to yield. The only worry he had in his mind was the arrival of Tamina. How was Ruckus able to find her ? Not just find her , he equally brought her. Perhaps, a kidnap scenario. But that was a call for war . Going I to another pack to get someone out without any proper methods if approach was a g

SCARLETT The days that followed were oddly quiet and still. It was hard to believe that the world was ending. Bit by bit. Or it was simply the calm before the storm. I had been spending most of my time asking questions and doing research. We had to win this war. The lives of people were in our hands. The books lay open before me, ancient, cracked, the paper thin as ash. Mara had left me alone hours ago, saying she needed to “reinforce the wards.” I wasn’t sure if that meant magic or paranoia — at this point, both seemed justified.

Xavier thought for a while. "Unfortunately, after The War, a lot of books and manuscripts were burnt. But I will see if there are any books in our mansion," he offered. Erica quizzed, "You keep saying, The War. What is this?" Xavier shook his head and sighed, "The Rosamond and Merek you are speaking of, were not only known for their bravery and their strong reign but also because it was at this time when a massive war had broken out. The book I have is a rewritten, albeit an old version, journaling a supposedly detailed account of this war. But I think the part which involved mages were omitted tactfully, giving us a much cleaner and less brutal and complicated picture of what happened. Due

How do you find the story so far? I hope you're enjoying it. Mrs. M is the third book in Love For The Wicked Series. 1|Devin 2|Evan 3|Mrs. Martinelli, The Perfect Mafia Wife. My other completed books. ~Dangerous Desire Series~ 1|Falling For My Husband 2|A Game With No Rules Promise Me Jake ~ Teen Romance [A sad love story.] HellBound: The Last Tribute ~ Fantasy/Mystery Romance All of my books are stand-alone. But following the series order would be the best way to read Love For The Wicked and Dangerous Desire.

"I am so tired of you all treating me like a doll! I won't break if I get a few scratches!" At my shout, three men's mouths hit the ground. "My god, Mara. You almost bleed out before we could get you to the Sorcerer to heal you. And you still want to go after him? That's suicide and you know it! Sólas is a Draygon, Mara, one of the most powerful ones! Do you really want him to succeed in whatever he was trying to do to you!?" Erik spewed angrily. I know what he did to you, Mara. Tohr said to me, his molten golden eyes boring into me.

“A tale tells of local pirates coming over from time to time, out on this side of the sea” The voice of Makai, broke out, earning the chuckles from the number of sight-seers, who seemed to be enjoying their time, meanwhile here I was, sat lone with an aching heart, yearning to know if the man I loved was alright. “That can’t be true!” A little girl squealed, the sound of her chuckles pouring out, but her utterance was returned with a light squeeze from the lady beside her. “Oh, believe me. It is!” Followed Makai. “They go around hunting for little ones to get aboard their ships” He pinched her cheeks, earning a low laugh from her.

Plus, it would be more fun there to see many things. Mara got in and settled into business as she started by clearing books out of the shelf. There was so much dust in the place and creeping insects. Staying in the barn had made her fears immune to them as she stomped and squashed them all. There were so many scrolls and books, obviously, records of different sizes and shapes. To think he also had maps in his collection, some of which had been eaten in parts by rats. Mara was really occupied with her duty. Occasionally she would whistle or hum to herself while looking through each book and scroll she was busy with before arranging them. She had arranged them into different parts and had not

Mara’s POV When I slept earlier, I had a dream where everything I did when I turned feral replayed like a movie on a massive cinema screen. It was frightening. It was a war against the laws of nature. I never left a single spot. I lifted my hand, slid bottles of drinks off the shelves, and hurled them at Aldrich as if I were on a special mission to have him killed—no matter what. I even threw a dagger at him. If that blade had hit him, everything would have been entirely different. I would have murdered someone. Then the guards came. The maids followed. Even Evander appeared. I attempted to kill them all. I failed—but I did hurt the poor maids and guards.