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Arching my brows. With that they all hesitantly picked the document up and some of their eyes almost fell off their sockets as they digested the contents. "This. This. This..." Mr. Godfrey began to stutter. "It's a record of all your misappropriation of funds and corruption over the years of assuming your various offices," I took the words from his lips, keeping a straight face as I stared into his eyes. They all had their gaze fixed on me like they were about to pounce on me.

They call him 'The King Of Beasts ' With the might of lightning and a single sway of his sword, he tore through space, defying time and gravity, with eyes glistening like the twelfth star. His presence commanded the forces aligned with the earth as everything fell under his command. The wind bellowed to his command, and the earth quaked at his arrival. Yes, The Lord Caesar Monsorrie was that being. The scent of the White water lily has always been his weakness ever since he grew to discover his sonship, but funnily enough, he is always drawn to it, unable to control the urge to always go crazy when it is in the same vicinity as him; it is similar to that of an addiction.

I don't care if you both are destined to be together, you won't have anything to do with her, " the woman said, leaving the room. "I am Finn Nightshade, Alpha of Moonfield Pack. '' my handsome saviour introduced himself, stretching out his hands for a handshake. I was certain that I knew about this Pack, it was rumoured to be the most powerful and peaceful pack. "I am Elara Anderson, " I said. "Of which pack?" I heard Finn ask. "I am from the Shadowfang pack, " I said. "So you have a pack but why do you smell like a rogue? " he asked.

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he said with a pointed glance towards Maryanne. Maryanne is unable to utter a word. Is this really Max? The billionaire playboy that only wanted to party on his downtime? "Wow," Jessica breathes out, her shoulders deflating. "A simple yes would've sufficed. Now I feel like a failure." "Don't say that," Max chuckles. "It was one of the only books in my mother's library that I actually enjoyed." "At least you won't hold us back during our discussion," Veronica laughs. "That I definitely won't do," he nods.

The only real single in our group, in my opinion, was Mary, because she is an Angel, so her soul was "pure" Everyone was sitting in Constantine's library, looking at computers, in books, but in vain; we found only shit. I read this old dusty book for about an hour. I growled and I abandon the book I got up and went to put it away. But when I was about to put the book in the slot, I saw a small door

Mona questions, tossing her one hand on her hip. Max and I turn fully around to face Mona. I knew the door was left open because we both had our hands full of pastry boxes. I was hoping she would hear us talking. I’m a little petty, but I’m a mafia princess who’s about to be a mafia wife. I will not let a whore ruin my marriage if I have anything to do about it. I have a fighting chance at love with Max and I’m going to make sure the trash is taken out so to speak. Mona has overstayed her welcome.

NOTE: HI GUYS! The following chapters will be teasers for this book. This particular book is a series on its own with five books. Let me know if you like it after reading the teasers. INTRODUCTION Two years ago, Caidyn caused a young man to drown in the waters of loss after he had seen her. On that day, Lucien Dracmon sat on a rock at the riverbank, starring at the beautiful petals of a moon flower that grew only around this particular river. It only bloomed at night and he had come out because of it and to also comfort himself.

Normally, I ignored emails that weren’t signed off by my assistant, but something about the subject line made my attention snap: “URGENT: Monroe Family Request” I opened it, and the contents were immediately infuriating. The heiress of the Monroe family—Isabella Monroe—was at the center of a scandal. Her “wedding night incident,” as the email delicately put it, had apparently set the social media world ablaze. The details were thin, but the gist was clear: the Monroe family wanted me involved in some sort of damage control narrative. I met this girl in the club, she looked fine to me and she followed me back to my hotel room, she had sex and now she's claiming some kind of memory loss?

*Cade's POV* Monroe drives away, and I walk back inside to find Ben sitting on the couch with a beer in his hand. “You know you’re fooling yourself if you think that girl is interested in you.” “Excuse me?” “She’s so far out of your league, it’s not even funny. She’s drop-dead gorgeous, smart and clearly has money if that bike is any indication. And you think she wants you? She’s probably got a paid education to Harvard Business school and a job lined up at her daddies company. She doesn’t need some trailer trash wannabe fucking up her life. You should really just do her a favour and leave her alone.”