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"No one's coming. No one's listening but me." I hated how fast I obeyed. He moved to the other breast, teeth grazing, tongue dragging, while his hand shoved my thighs apart. Months of lying beside a man who turned his back, and here was Callan Whitfield, the coldest man alive, devouring me like I was the only thing he'd ever wanted. He kissed down my stomach, slow and deliberate. His breath touched the inside of my thigh and I stopped breathing altogether. "Look at me," he ordered.

But on the lower shelf, pushed toward the back like something filed away rather than stored, I found it. No title on the spine. I pulled it free and opened the cover. “ A Complete Record of the Human Management System as Established by the Wolf Council in the Third Year Following the Great War’s Cessation,” I read out loud to myself. Great War. The same war, Mye had mentioned. I carried the book to the chair by the dead fireplace and sat down. The first section was bureaucratic—council minutes, resource allocations, the dry language of people building something terrible and calling it policy. I moved through it quickly, scanning for substance.

he replies, his eyes warm and friendly. "And thanks for helping with Kate," he adds. "I know she'll be a handful." I laugh, waving my hand dismissively. "Oh, please stop it." As we step inside, my eyes widen in dismay, scanning the living room. The space is a disaster zone, with cushions scattered everywhere, and books toppled off the shelves. I let out a loud groan, feeling the weight of the task ahead. "Seriously?" I mutter to myself, shaking my head.

When he retires, they travel all over the globe but still host parties once or twice a year. Aunt Mimi is Uncle Rex's wife. She worked for a while, but she quit two years after marrying Uncle Rex. The demands of being a military wife overwhelmed her. She was able to adapt after a while. She also hosted parties, picnics, and office events. However, due to pressure, she developed an anxiety disorder. When Uncle Rex retired from the force, they started to farm grapes and other fruits. They are in the business of winemaking. She is more relaxed now. Children of both families are used to military discipline. I was told that Uncle Rex was then too strict with their children. They have three. One o

“Better keep that sword close to you, then.” Arden raised his arms in surrender. “Did you really think I’d bail on you?” “Nope... It’s your gentleman side that the ladies love, after all,” Katie started to pick the books on the floor. “Start fixing the tables.” After fixing the tables, they returned the now damaged books back in the shelves. “I still can’t believe that most of the books here are damaged by weapons,” Katie muttered, shoving the books into the shelves. “Aelysia was a war country, even maps have stab wounds. You can already imagine the short-tempered generals.”

Michael chuckled. "He doesn’t know this love. The love that he carries for you is different, the love that he is carrying for Aiden has shaken him till his core. He is head over heels for that boy. He needs to fight tooth and nail for him with his own self." Jim knew Michael is telling the truth he just doesn’t know how to get it under the situation. They talked and talked and Jim was getting more and more convinced that Jonathan is fighting the war that he never even thought he will have to fight. He is a mafia leader with best fighting skills but still he is losing the war of love and is standing empty handed.

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Min, without looking at the mercenaries and ignoring the fact that they had guns trained at him, walked straight into the center of the room, his gait possessing a terrifying, liquid grace that belied the agony tearing through his midsection with every step. He stopped in front of the velvet sofa. He looked at the two figures seated there. Madam Choi, frozen with her teacup halfway to her lips. And Han Seok-hoon, the gun still in his hand, though now lowered slightly. Min unbuttoned his suit jacket with a slow, deliberate movement, flaring it to reveal the custom Beretta holstered at his hip—a silent promise that he had more than one way to end a life. He turned to the armchair opposite them

The sex had been mind-blowing, his mouth on my clit, sucking until I bucked against his face; his tongue fucking into me before he replaced it with his cock, slamming home. After what felt like hours, I forced myself up. I dressed in soft leggings and an oversized sweater, something comfortable to hide in. Grabbing the book I'd abandoned weeks ago, a steamy romance that now felt tame compared to my reality. I curled up on the bed, trying to lose myself in the pages. A knock at the door jolted me. Before I could respond, it creaked open, and Roman stepped in, his presence filling the room. He sat on the edge of the bed, close enough that I could smell his clean scent.

To put myself between them and make it clear, very clear, that whatever game this was, I was already ahead. I didn’t intervene though. Because if I did, I’d confirm everything Chernoe Bratstvo was testing for. I watched. Gabriel’s smile was the kind that belonged on a family Christmas card. He radiated familiarity, warmth, a kind of effortless old-world charm that only grew more menacing when you knew he’d buried men alive. Milena held her ground. She always did. Chin up, shoulders squared, composure like armor. But there was tension in her hands.