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the way he said it made it sound like it was something offensive. Liam pressed forward and I quickly grabbed his shoulders to hold him off. “You've got a problem with it?” he hissed. Dean grinned and cocked his head to the left. “Why should I? I mean she's a whore and—” That was the moment everything shifted. Liam's expression hardened, and before I could react, he brushed my hands off and stepped forward. With a swift, blurred motion, he threw a punch that connected with my brother’s jaw—a brutal, resounding impact that sent a wave of chill through my body.

"It was too sweet for my taste, but the ladies loved it." "They love it too much." Malcolm opened his office door. "That's why I invented the second drink we're introducing tonight. Blood Lite." "A diet drink?" Van-nilsen entered his office. "Yes." Malcolm remained at the door until all the men had entered. "I was receiving too many complaints from the women in my coven. They were gaining weight and holding me responsible." "Umph." Henri took a seat in front of Malcolm's desk. "I've had a wee bit of grousing from my women, too, but it dinna stop them from wanting the stuff."

one of the ladies say "Mine bought me a new ring even though I asked him for a red Mercedes she says and the girls laugh at her." the other lady says "Are you kidding, my husband doesn't buy me anything." the other lady says He is really a bunker sometimes I wait for him to die so I can take his money. Angel overhears their conversation and can't help but get sick of it. "Have you seen Nicholes?" one of them ask "What would I do to this man if he were mine," the other lady says

I started as made my way down the cobblestone stairs, to the dimly lit basement. "Boss," They both said simultaneously. It's hard to tell them apart, from their chocolate-colored hair to their hazel eyes. The only difference between them is the subtle scar on Angello's chin and a scar below Alessio's left eye. "Has our little birdie sung yet?" I asked looking over to the beaten man tied to a wooden chair while I popped a few sunflower seeds in my mouth. "Not yet, boss, he maintains his innocence." Angello chuckled as he walked over to the sink to wash the blood off of his hands.

“Gods, I miss you. This is why I called. I needed someone to tell me I’m not the villain in my own story.” “You’re not. You’re the main character. Villains don’t get two hot guys worshipping different parts of them in completely separate corners of their life.” “Okay, enough. I have to go—someone’s knocking. Probably the maid saying the Alphas want me downstairs. I’ll call you back later. Love you, psycho.” “Love you more, " " I love you the most my diabolical slut. Tell me everything when you can.”

Ruben inclined his head to Darius’s expertise, but knowing he may have his hands full if Scott McGowen was to turn up in the meantime. “So what do we get as payment, my Lord?” Darius pointedly asked next. “Payment?” Ruben scowled. “Do I not give you enough money?” Darius glanced at Kat and licked his lips. Kat’s stomach lurched to see the sudden lecherous expression cross the old man’s features. Ruben growled deep in his throat. Darius looked back at him narrowing his eyes. “I thought you had said there was no relationship between you? I merely wish to be able to take some of her blood, demon blood is powerful for incantations.”

His purple eyes and silver haired seemed to have made him appear more like a demon than Balbazor upon the question that the demon asked. “It’s not any normal oil indeed, it’s a special fluid made up from dead demons that I have experimented. You know how a demon’s blood can burn human when they curse them to death. I heard they can also burn demons for eternity. The more anger and hatred brew in the demon’s heart before they died, their blood would burn the ones near them even stronger. So I collected all those blood from all your fellow kinds, torture them until they curse me to die, and have you feel for yourself the pain of being roasted by your own kind’s fluid.” “You did what—” Balbazor

"Luna, I don't like violence," Diabolos declared, his red eyes piercing mine. In an instant, he disappeared, only to reappear abruptly in front of me. "Aghh," I gasped, startled, as his grip tightened around my neck. "You have to fall in love with me, Luna. You must!" His voice was a mixture of desperation and demand. This man was the embodiment of a dangerous obsession. Trapped in the oppressive darkness of the room, his hand tightened around my neck once more.

Peterson concluded. Lucian's grin widened, a sinister gleam dancing in his eyes. "That sounds like the symphony of total annihilation. Yet, my friend, you are mistaken. It won't be solely vampires and werewolves united in this battle. The witches, too, have aligned themselves with our cause. Eric Damian is destined to meet his end, and with it, I shall reclaim the love of my life," Lucian proclaimed, his voice resolute and tinged with an unyielding determination.

“All I know is a Sarvic’s blood is enough to boost the spiritual power of any being and it’ll be extremely helpful in boosting the individual’s ability” mother said and in the twinkle of an eye, before I can even react Lucien slits my wrist open and there’s a cup in his hand, he takes my blood. As if that’s not enough he dashes at Jacob and forces a few drops into his mouth. He takes some for himself before stretching the rest to Sam, “drink up” a diabolical tone in his voice. Lucien’s too scary for me to actually believe he’s lovable.