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Or how her pupils dilate whenever she looks at me, how caution and fear bleed into those baby blue eyes, even when she tries to hide it. She looks at me as if she can see through every mask I've put up, covering up what lies beneath my constantly controlled exterior. She looks as if she can see through it all, and it bugs me, more than anything. As I drive through the streets of Milan, I try to think of something else, anything that will get her off my mind. I'm headed for Orgo Construction, one of the many legal businesses The Black Rose uses to clean our money and cover our tracks.

Somehow Lena was faster than Mason while he strangled to catch up Lena kept on running with grace and agility. “This is war and we must be victorious” Black gave everyone a cold stare as he spoke. “We have our men at the border, we all physically fit,our powers are ready to smite and kill that creature. Today we shall save and rescue Lena and the ghost boy!” Josephine yelled at the crowd like it was some kind of campaign. Jeremy watched them angrily. Black,Josephine and two warriors from the pack got into a black Ferrari. Jeremy,Mark and Maverick rode behind them in a similar car.while the other werewolves and lycans ran in their wolf form and the other creatures decided to come with their s

I asked as I waited for him. "My last name is Blackson, a royal lineage of years back. I have one sister you know as Ingrid. My childhood friend Ryson. I am also a vampire as you have noticed but unlike other vampires, I like cooked food. I have many enemies and fewer friends. That is all I can disclose for now babe but I will tell you soon." I looked at him wondering what he had experienced to have such pain reflected in those gorgeous eyes. "Do you wanna hear about me?" I asked stroking his hair taking in his scent. He hummed softly.

I am so worried about how bad these dreams get each and every day. I know something is bothering you and as I always say, take me as your best friend and feel free to tell me anything and everything.’ Mariam, Susan’s mother says sweetly to her, to which she nods her head positively. After a little more conversation with her daughter, Mariam retires to her room to continue her sleep. ~> Introduction to characters. Susan Parrish, female protagonists/ Black’s mate. There’s going to be a lot of her POV’s. Jones Black[Abbadon], male protagonist. There maybe a considerable amount of POV’s in his name.

CHAPTER XXIV: I am Home Archmistress Demia stomped her long staff on the ground. Then, a big gray pentagram emerged underneath the cross I am hanging on. She was really serious when she said she will exorcise Mammon inside me. But the only way to do that is to kill his host, meaning she’s planning to kill me. “How dare you hide the truth from us, Cerina! You just have formed a blood pact with a demon? I can’t believe you!” she angrily uttered at me. I lifted my head and looked at her straight in the eyes.

"—a network of operatives embedded in high-level positions across the city. Corporate espionage. Blackmail. Targeted eliminations when necessary." "Elena." The realization was a punch to the gut. "Elena works for him." "Elena Volkov. Dmitri's cousin. She was placed in your household three weeks ago with the specific objective of monitoring Jovan and eliminating threats to Vael's blackmail operation." Marcus met my eyes. "Ethan was a threat. His investigation into you would have exposed Jovan, which would have exposed Vael's forgery operation. So Vael had him killed and delivered to you in a way that would drive Jovan away."

Rohan Marquez. Her eyes snapped open, and she sat up so fast her head spun. “What do you want?” “We need to leave for Velmora in thirty minutes. I’m outside your building.” Camilia blinked, wondering if she was still dreaming. “You’re what now?” “Outside your building. Black Benz, license plate ending in 956. I tried calling earlier, but your phone went straight to voicemail.” She stumbled to her bedroom window, pushing aside the curtains to peer down at the street below. Sure enough, there he was. Leaning against a sleek black car like he owned the entire block, wearing what looked like another perfectly tailored suit despite the ungodly hour.

They reached a door, and Collins opened it, revealing a sleek black car that seemed to purr like a panther. As they drove away from the mansion, Isabella couldn't help but notice the interior of the car. The leather seats were as black as Collins' hair, and the dashboard gleamed with a dark, polished wood that seemed to match the intensity of his icy blue eyes. The air was thick with the scent of luxury and power, and Isabella felt like she was trapped in a cocoon of opulence. The ride was long and silent, the only sound the soft hum of the engine. Collins sat beside her, his eyes fixed on the road ahead, his jawline chiseled in the dim light. Isabella couldn't help but steal glances at him,

Tall, dark red stilettos. She’s wearing a sating dress that clings onto her body perfectly, complemented by the dazzling jewelry around her neck and wrists. Her hair, her smile, her eyes, she looks incredible. I soon realise that she is not the woman I met last night. Something has changed, and her aura has shifted into something dangerous. Tristan’s body is still turned to me, but his eyes are fixed on Bella, with his lips slightly parted in awe. Her scent fills the room. “Miss Ward, please have a seat.”

she said as she wrapped her arms around her shoulders. None of them speak after that. They just stood there watching the night moves thinking about the same thing. That sunday night, where their fitness will be tested. There's nothing she crave more than the power they could have. And that's what make her the first daughter of the great Carmilla Mencia Hewson-Blake. - "I fucking hate summer", Kieran has been ranting about summer and the heat ever since he got out of his room. "And that's enough reason to...", Karma insisted which they both laughed to. "I still don't have something to wear!" she grunted as she jump on her bed again.