Mmx Vile Novels & Stories

Yes, blood in various preparations from different dishes. But they still provide human food such as beef, french fries, burgers, and even alcoholic beverages. And now Michelle is still dumbfounded, while Damien has given the keys to her sports car to the Vallet Mall clerk to find him car a place to park. Michelle still does not believe that all the visitors to this mall are vampires. Of course, there was a little bit of fear haunting her mind, but Michelle snapped out of her fearful reverie when Damien gave his hand to hold. And Michelle shyly put her hand around his arm, made Damien smile.

I made a mental note to rip that protocol apart later. For now, I had one job: move in, lock down, and keep Adrian Vale breathing. The penthouse looked different in daylight, less like a lair, more like a museum exhibit for someone with too much money and too little warmth. White marble, black leather, glass everywhere. Clean lines. Cold spaces. Not a picture frame in sight.

He looked towards me and I felt my heart jump as those brown eyes looked into my cider eyes. My legs froze to the floor but my knees turned weak as my wolf whispered a word that I had never thought I would hear, a word that I especially never thought I would hear being said because of a man... 'Mate!'

Tommaso scanned another page, his lips twitching at the edges. "What are we looking at here?" Marco squinted, muttering under his breath as his sausage fingers left grease stains on the paper. “These are communication records,” I said. “Between Sasha and the Volkov Bratva. He has been negotiating behind your backs. Promising them ports, arms routes, even territory. All while you’ve been loyal.” Marco’s face reddened. “Why would he—”

Ryder cleared his throat before talking. "I don't think anything is wrong with the vampires taking their revenge. I would have done the same as well." "Ryder!" Ava exclaimed in shock. "It's okay Ryder. We aren't that petty. Nothing is happening to your sister." the queen reassured him. "Thank you." Ryder said in relief. "But memory access rituals, although they are accurate can not always be trusted" the queen advised. "Why?" Ryder asked. "Because memories can be messed with as well, vampires are capable of erasing memories. Those erased memories cannot be accessed by a memory access ritual no matter how skilled or powerful the witch might be"

"Sorry, I just wanted to protect you. There are things you don't know, and I don't want anything bad to happen. Flashback off * The long night continued, and the fights and killings continued. Gunshots echoed in the wilderness, and Sili's screams of pain and pleas for mercy alternated. Tonight, in a village that had been uninhabited for a long time, there was a fight over traitors. A group of mafia led by Mike is chasing the traitors. This is what Mike does: if there are some groups that dare to betray, then he will destroy them, and there will be no survivors.

He said with a threatening growl. I was breathing heavily, my chest rising and falling sharply, "What's wrong with me? No, what's wrong with you?" You're a werewolf, at some point you'll find your mate." I tried to stand straight, ignoring the embarrassing wetness between my legs, "I refuse to be another conquest, I told you that before."

She was taken aback by her sudden interrogation. "What? No?" Micaela blinked her lashes rapidly and denied, then turned and stared ahead nothing in particular. "Just kidding." Saying Jane swivelled and pressing her elbows on the railing as she looked ahead. "Can you see those wires over the boarder walls?" Micaela nodded her head. "Ten thousand milliamps current running through those wires. A slight human touch and you cannot even imagine how brutal a person's death could be. And that drone, it doesn't only have a security camera but equipped with 7.62 mm machine gun."

"But this here. This is more precious than even you, my pet. A special blend of grade-A cocaine and just the right amount of wolf's bane. Not enough to kill, just enough to make it...potent. This way we can have a wonderful time without worrying about you passing out from the pleasure." By this point, the wound on my neck has healed, and he's moved to dissecting my thigh with slight curiosity. Before it can heal completely, he moves his hand in a quick slicing motion. I scream as I watch most of my leg fall to the ground, leaving me with a, blindingly painful, bleeding stump. Biting my tongue hard, I forcibly cut my scream off as I watch in slight disgust as my leg regenerates quickly. Marre