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He took this as an opportunity and inserted his tongue inside her cavity exploring it , melting in this feeling . He let her go only when he was satisfied and she was in the brim of fainting . Tears couldn't stopped from her eyes . She felt so used . He used her . " Make her eat in anyway either willfully or forcefully " he said to the maid and who nodded her head in obligation but her eyes softened seeing the young woman inside who looked so pale and fragile. Magnus exited the bedroom and decline the stair after doing the sinful act . *** Hey guys...I know you will hate Magnus in this chapter but I wanted to show you his this side . He get want he wants either wilfully or forcefully but he

I hid my head in my hands. Margot, you bi*ch, why do you always have to go against me? Why could she not obey my wish? Why does she have to cause so many problems? I had everything planned to the tiniest details. Margot was supposed to be humiliated and run away in shame when exposed, leaving everything behind as compensation for her betrayal. But she could not give up so easily, of course. I could predict that a long time ago. She was always too clever. What else could she do?

And then he was gone, leaving me alone in a penthouse that felt more like a gilded cage than a sanctuary. +++++++ Margot arrived exactly one hour later with a team of three assistants and enough suitcases to outfit a small army. She was French, impossibly chic, and terrifyingly efficient. "Mon Dieu." She circled me like a predator, her sharp eyes cataloging every flaw. "You have been crying. For days, yes? I can see it in your skin, your eyes, your posture." She clapped her hands. "We fix it. Strip. Now." "I'm sorry, what.."

After all, she was just as much a victim in all of this just as Margo was, and she couldn't bring herself to hate the child. Margo stood shaking and exhausted outside of her personal hell for the first time since she had been taken. It was her first breath of fresh air in just as long. She was standing with her face upturned to the night sky when she heard the sound of foot steps. She turned ready to attack with her blood stained knife. The person approaching her held up their hands showing that they meant no harm. Margo remained cautious as she eyed what she could now see was a very large man. His silver eyes seemed to glitter at the unknown woman who remained obscured by the night's shado

Margaret’s POV My sight became blurry bit by bit due to the uncontrollable tears that left my eyes as I shoved one last shirt into the suitcase, my wrists shaking so badly that I could barely zip it closed. How could I have been so stupid as to let myself believe that happiness was possible when everything I touched turned to poison? Cielin sat on the edge of the bed, her hand gently rubbing my back as sobs wracked my body. “Margaret, breathe. Please. You’re going to make yourself sick.”

Tyr Snow swirls around Hawthorn Academy as I close my car door and step onto the street. The place looks abandoned, some of its stones blackened from fire and the windows dark, but I know better than to believe what I see. The Silver Hunters might hate anyone else who uses magic, but that's only because they're salty that they aren't innately good at it. They have no problem using spells to get what they want. Which makes them annoying but also useful to me.

The instant she was gone, I spat the pills from under my tongue. A wave of revulsion washed over me. They clattered onto the floor, and I coughed. The bitter residue clung to the back of my throat like poison. "You're clever," Margot’s soft voice broke the silence. She was still sitting on the floor, clutching the strange doll tightly to her chest. The faintest smile tugged at her lips. But her eyes remained dark, filled with a heaviness that hinted at a lifetime of secrets. I glanced at the doll in her arms—it was unsettlingly delicate, with glassy eyes and a too-perfect smile that seemed frozen in place. The longer I looked, the more unnerving it became.

Small but sharp mouth, cold but inviting eyes… Everything about her called me. Maybe because I liked my women a little unhinged so I could break them afterwards but who cared? The meeting droned on for hours. I said nothing, thinking about the pretty woman that leaned into my window, blood on her chest and her brown eyes staring at me like she was used to getting her way. What was she like? What did she want? What could I give her? “The meeting is over and you said nothing.” Margot’s voice had me looking up. She was hovering over me, her forehead furrowed and her arms crossed. “Jesus, we’ve worked far too hard for you to—”

Jasper was held hostage for three days and three nights before he was finally rescued and brought home by Felix. The first thing he did when he got home was to frantically destroy the award-winning work titled 'Mother'. The more he had longed for Maeve to be his mother, the more... he detested his old self! Jasper said, "Dad, where's Ms. Leighton? I have something to tell her! I'll never like her again! Only Naomi Shaw is my mom!"

“I have it under control.” But the girls exchanged glances, not trusting her words. “If you don't act now, you might lose..." Margot didn't let them finish, bursting out in anger. “I won't lose!” she snapped. The girls started, scared, and immediately shut up. Margot let out a hard breath. She had even bowed herself to Jennifer just to see that she separated the two. There was no way that Jennifer would let this go. She continued with the food, her voice low and firm. “I won’t let that woman and her daughter ruin Jace’s life the way they ruined Morris.”