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When that wasn't enough, he'd turned to alcohol, clubs, and women. He'd fucked more women than he could count over the past year, inside and outside the pack. Camilla had been one of them, one of the few he saw regularly. Many had even thought he might choose her as his Luna. But it had never mattered to him, not when he saw her as nothing more than a good fuck. Something that was clearly now wasn't working anymore. "Is… everything okay, Marc? Did I do something wrong?" Camilla asked softly, watching him slip his boxers back on. His cock was still hard, more so than before.

I say as he slides into the seat. He lifts my mug, reading the little chalkboard logo. “I’m full of surprises.” “Dangerous ones? “Depends. Is caffeine and questionable literature your definition of danger?” He smirks, loosening his coat. “What’s the book?” I glance down, then grimace. “Some wildly over-hyped thriller about a detective with a drinking problem. Groundbreaking, right?” Marcus leans over, plucking the book from my hands before I can protest. His shoulder brushes mine in the process, and my pulse spikes like it has no sense of boundaries. He flips through the pages with a skeptical eyebrow.

Of course her loyalty was to them. To the murderers. “I thought you were my friend.” “Iris.” She reached for me again. “I am your friend, but friends tell each other when they are wrong. And you are wrong. I know you are.” I wanted to slap her, pull her hair and slam her face into the pavement. How could she be so blind? Was I the only person in the world who saw Cyber for what he really was? A psychopath with no feelings. A heartless monster. “Darcie?” The monster himself stood in the open doorway; his eyes narrowed as he stared at us. His eyes darted between us, and a frown furrowed his forehead. “Havoc wants you.”

It was then that he noticed something. "What's this?" he asked, sitting up abruptly, his tone suddenly sharp and dangerous. It was her mark from Clayton. Fuck, why hadn't she thought about that!? Obviously he would see it at some point, she scolded herself. She had to think of something and fast. He was clearly not happy. Camden sat up to face him. "It's a mark," she said, her voice filled with sadness. "Why do you have a mark, Cameron?" he asked through gritted teeth, his anger simmering just below the surface. Camden took a deep breath, buying herself some time to try and come up with something. "I... I had a mate before," she said hesitantly. "Had?" Jamie asked, confusion evident in his t

Samara “How do you know all of this?” I ask Roman when we’re back in our room. Everything about Sloane and Scarlet seems so intuitive to him while I feel like I’m watching a play in another language and have no idea what’s going on. “Samara, Scarlet and Sloane are starting out the same way that Theo and I did. That’s how lifelong friendships begin. You wouldn’t know that because, first, you were so much younger than us and your sister,” he says, making Ayla growl.

Cameron. ~~~ Hi guys!!! I would really love to hear your comments so far on the book: Bound by the Moon, Fated by Destiny. Also, check out my new book, titled- CIRI: The Lost Tribrid Princess It's a sequel to 'Bound by the Moon, Fated by Destiny' I swear y'all will love it. Thanks for all your love and support. I love y'all.

Cameron said smoothly, emphasizing the word "poor." "Y-yes. How did you know?" she stammered. He chuckled mockingly, holding up a paper containing her information. "Do you know what you’ve gotten yourself into?" he asked coldly, locking eyes with her. Charity tried to suppress her fear and shook her head slightly. Cameron took a step closer, stopping just a foot away from her. "There’s no backing out now. If you do, you’re dead," he said in a low, menacing voice. Charity knew he wasn’t joking. "Here’s the deal, Miss Mercaez..."

She grinned. “Which one?” Maribell asked, certain that she wrote under a pseudonym. “Marcus Howitzer.” Margo said, grinning. “You’re Marcus Howitzer?” She asked wide eyed. “The Marcus Howitzer?” “Yes and you can’t tell a soul!” Margo hissed, looking around the room. “It’s just Marcus is one of the most celebrated authors around! And you’re Marcus?!” Maribell said, nearly squealing. “That’s the true purpose of the NDA.”

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Doesn’t even bother to wash up, huh boys? “No. We gained no intel except the same line that they were going to drown Aleris,” Marco said, bummed. “Oh! But we found this almost buried when we were burning the camp,” Marco added then tossed a book at me. The book had no cover and the pages were turning brown. It looked old and dusty, but it was still in good shape. I opened the first page and there was only a signature that I couldn’t read. “Where’d you find this?” I asked. Marco took off his uniform and grabbed a fresh towel from the cabinet.