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I had allowed my hurt from Liam's words ruin what could've been fun for me while Mila ran inside the house to let Jace mouth-fuck her. "Hey, Mila," I called as a grin slowly crept onto my lips. She paused what she was doing and stunned to me, brow arched slightly. “Let’s make it interesting.” A look of curiosity flashed in her eyes as she leaned forward. “I love interesting," she said in a soft whisper.

"She's a homewrecker. She stole you from me." "She didn't," I said. "She doesn't know anything about you. She doesn't know you exist." "I was patient," Mila said, like I hadn't spoken at all. "You have no idea how patient I was. I watched you with Adina. With Amora. Headline after headline, and I told myself it didn't matter, that none of them were real to you, that you'd come back to what was actually written for us the moment you got bored." Her hands had curled into fists in her lap. "I was almost happy when you treated her like a doormat. Do you remember that? The things you made her do — serving your mistress at your own table, all of it. I thought, good. He still doesn't care. He's sti

it had done the trick, she got up from the floor and went to leave. “Wait Narcia! Please don’t go, we want you to stay don’t we Ebony?!” Mila was looking at me for reassurance but I just couldn’t bring myself to give her any, I didn’t want to be that friend, the one who is green with envy and can’t let anyone else in, and it wasn’t even the fact that Mila had made a new friend, it was her choice of such a friend. Both Mila and Narcia were staring at me, waiting for an answer. “No. We don’t.” Mila was looking at me, shocked, pained, I had hurt her feelings but I wasn’t about to lie to her, “I don’t want her here Mila. And I don’t see or understand how you could either! She tricked you, she

His claws had penetrated the beast's legs, dragging him before he could land an attack on Mila. He held the phantom's leg, pulling it roughly against the hard ground and using all of his energy into throwing the beast towards a far destination, letting the beast break through the trees into an unknown destination. Mila rushed from her position, heading towards the spot where her mother had been thrown into. She fell to the ground with her arms underneath her mother's skin, lifting her with all of her energy and holding her in her arms. Her hands were shaky, and her lips whimpered her mother's name, assuring herself that this reality never existed. She had tears rolling down her eyes and her

Anastasia took a deep breath, wondering if she had taken the right decision. She knew that Raul had massacred the people of Draoidh kingdom after they had a waged a war against Vilinski some eight years back. Nyles continued... “And how do you think a queen who had abandoned her throne, who doesn't have a kingdom, whose people hardly remain, is going to help you? Where will you find her? Milady, they are like apparitions, they don't exist. And I am scared that in our pursuit of something impossible, we would fall into the hands of the demon wolf of Lorea.” she breathed..

I leaned in and kissed her gently. The End. ***** Note from Author. Hi guys This Journey has finally come to the end of Makaila. It has been a fun yet stressful and very bumpy ride and I'm sure we are all glad it's finally over. It has been a journey for me just as it has been for you guys, my readers. I wrote this book three years ago on Wattpad. I was very young then so I wrote absolutely nonsense because It was my first book and I didn't know how things were going. It didn't come out as good as this.

he said, his voice low like a purr that could turn into a growl at any moment. I nodded. “Yes.” “You're younger than I expected.” “I turned nineteen last month.” Milo’s gaze lingered on me. Not in the way boys looked at girls. No. This was the way a wolf sizes up the deer it just cornered. His silence stretched, curling around me like smoke, it was suffocating. “Your father owed me half a million euros,” he said, lounging back like a king on a throne. “Instead, he offered his daughter. Interesting.”

I went through the work document but all I could think about was why Mira would treat me that way. At 9am, I crawled out of bed. Who knew grief could make anyone hungry. My stomach felt empty. As I flipped pancakes, I had memories of Kaira. It was beautiful to make her breakfast as she watched. After breakfast, I had a quick shower and headed for Mira’s. I wasn’t leaving till I got everything I needed. I rang the doll bell and in a few seconds, she opened the door. She was surprised. She held a glass of juice, she was still in her nightgown. I hated to say that she smelled like Gerald. My stomach tied a knot immediately.

The maid assessed her from head to toe and clicked her tongue "Who are you exactly?" the maid queried. "Oh. I'm a friend of Adrian," Mila answered, not thinking much of it. The maid's eyes widened as she immediately smiled sweetly "Of course. What would you like to read?" she asked, coming closer to Mila and taking her arm. Mila was taken by surprise as the maid took her arms and led her around the library. "The section on Mythical creatures," she answered The maid paused and gave her a strange look.

I’d saved a chair for her beside me, but since she disobeyed my order to dress and wouldn’t even give me her eyes in the process, I pulled her tense body into my lap when she reached me. Mila’s rigid posture told me she couldn’t be more uncomfortable with this seating arrangement, but she didn’t voice her complaint. Ignoring the bound and bruised men with a nonchalance the race of her heart belied, Mila decided she was hungry for dessert. “Is that medovi—?” The rest of the word came out on a breathy yelp when I cupped a possessive palmover her pussy beneath the table. She was either the best fucking tease on the planet, or Gianna was stingy with her underwear. Hot, bare cunt pressed against