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Isaiah, Jonah and three of the warriors are following my command to advance forward like predators looking for their next meal. “Are those wolves? Fuck. We need to leave!” “Please, we have guns. Start putting them down.” I howl at the threat of gun fire and the remaining warriors appear from the woods. They are snarling viciously and snapping their jaws. They are giving maximum fear factor to these assholes. “We are going to run out of bullets before we run out of wolves. We don’t know how many more are coming.” I howl again and this time the men start walking back slowly before turning around and running in the opposite direction. They are not screaming but someone pissed their pants becaus

Hi!!! Just wanted to pop in and say thank you for taking the time to read my work. This is the final book in my Unspoken Trilogy. Hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it!! Book 1 - Unspoken Promises Book 2 - Unspoken Truths Book 3 - Unspoken Desires If you’re starting this novel without reading the previous books - you may get a little lost with all the characters and the fast paced events. ——————————- Chapter 1

I shook my head, "No, whatever you find out, tell me everything. I want results, and I want leads." Madman laughed, "Okay, interesting." After that, Madman rolled the book into a ball and used it to knock Big Man, who was doing push-ups underneath him, "Don't just listen to us, move, Bitch." Big Man said, "I'm not eavesdropping, I just forgot how many push-ups I've done." Madman sat firmly on Big Man's back and opened the book while saying, "Just did the 69th one, come on, 100 to finish."

Unspoken Truths - Chapter 1 Damian I finally have everything. The woman I love, a future carved out in the Familia, and the life I want - no, the life I will have. Sareena’s mine: my girlfriend, and now my fiancée. She’s the woman who will one day be my wife and the mother of my children. Two girls and a mini-me.

*Chapter 11* Third Person Pov "Prepare the jet,I will be going back home today,"Drake said coldly. "yes boss,"His assistant replied and left immediately. "What news do you have about my brother?"Drake asked one of his bodyguards. "I heard he is married Sir,"the bodyguard replied. Drake laugh out loud like a maniac for a second then his face turn to a smirk. "Finally,the loser got married and I wonder who decided to get married to a loser like him,"Drake laugh out then he sips from his wine.

My hands moved to his butuon and zipper quickly while ath the same time, I strengthened my back before returning to my position the moment his cock sprang free. I don't know what came over me but I spat on his cock, head moving to take him doen my throat be he pulled away. “Keep my investors in mind” he hissed. I was almost at a fix when the men rose themselves, situating themselves well enough to see what we were doing. Two men were already fisting their cocks, pants loose at the waist, one was still struggling with an obvious boner while the last man with full white hair was pants down, cock swinging in the air.

I say, running my fingers over the now smooth skin. “I didn’t know I could do that,” he whispers. “Great, we can update your resume later. What did the masked guy say?” Dillon asks, his voice tight. I swallow hard, still hearing the words echo in my mind. “He said I was getting closer… and to find a book. One that isn’t in the library.” Silence falls over the room. Then Finley, always the one to break tension, mutters, “Well, that’s not cryptic at all.”

He finishes his conversation and meekly walks over to the corner I'm stood in. "Master please," he whispers and I turn it down to a very small buzz. "What's wrong slave?" I ask calmly and he makes a small whine as he blushes. I notice a man walking towards us so I straighten my posture and put my social mask on. "Hey Mason, is this your boyfriend?" The man asks and Mason nods as he glances up at me. "This is Damon," Mason introduces me and the man holds his hand out for me to shake. I fake a smile and shake his hand, fighting the urge to rip my hand away and clean it several times.

He tore at his shirt, yanking it over his head, baring smooth skin and a cocky grin that made Elias’s control splinter. ‎ ‎“Come on then,” Damian hissed, tugging at Elias’s belt. “Show me what you’ve been holding back all these years.” ‎ ‎Clothes scattered to the floor—jeans shoved down, underwear stripped away in a frenzy. The air between them burned hot, thick with need. Damian spread his legs without shame, stroking himself lazily as Elias stared down at him like a predator. ‎ ‎“Jesus Christ,” Elias muttered, voice rough. ‎ ‎“Don’t pray now,” Damian teased, hand moving slow over his cock. “Fuck me like you mean it.”