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He knew that Lady Roselle would definitely be asking after her husband if she did not see him while the rest of them were there. Romeo froze in shock. It had slipped his mind for a short moment due to the influence of the poison on his mind. He opened his mouth to reply but instead of an answer to give to David, a groan escaped his mouth. His eyes began to change their colour in the dark and as it blazed with unholy light and locked unto them with mind-numbing bloodlust, Zolan quickly grabbed David and dragged him out of the secret pathway as the floor closed. As soon as they stepped out of the secret door, the thick walls silently closed and all traces of it vanished from view, as if there

The air still crackled with dark energy, a presence that sent a shiver down my spine. I turned toward the castle, my claws sinking into the sodden ground as I sprinted back inside. I passed the bodies of the fallen, both allies and enemies, their lifeless forms haunting me as I made my way toward the main hall. The sounds of battle echoed from within—clashing steel, cries of rage, and the roar of wolves. Then I saw him. Romeo. He was retreating down the corridor, his steps quick but not frantic, as if he still believed himself untouchable. His left hand gleamed ominously, and my stomach twisted when I saw the ring on his finger, pulsing with a faint, otherworldly glow.

Just then, Samuel's voice cut through the silence like a knife. "You despicable woman!" A vicious force struck Amelia, sending her tumbling to the ground.

The oldest man in the group spoke. Dante walked towards the circle. “Kneel!”the old man said and Dante got on his knees, then the old man walked out of the circle, and the man holding the book came forward. The sacred text lay open in front of Dante — an ancient ledger bound in cracked leather. Its pages bore the ink of countless oaths, the names of those who had risen and fallen.. “Repeat after me,” the old man intoned, his voice a low rumble. For the first time, I saw Dante’s hands tremble. He was scared. He placed his hand on the ledger. The silver knife glinted, its blade etched with symbols—the head of a lion, which a dagger pierced through.

Everything goes blurs, blackness engulfs me. Roman's screams echoes " Rose...no!" Next silence, then nothing but darkness forever. ############

"What do I need to do, sir?" His expression grew even darker. "Are you in for this bet?" "I'll leave it to your discretion," I answered. That response seemed to infuriate him. I could see his grip on his wine glass tighten, his knuckles turning white. "Fine, let's bet." The cards were dealt, and the game was on. I did not get the rules of the game, but the vibe? That I could read like an open book. Everyone was as still as statues, barely breathing.

27 Brandon I closed the script I was holding in my hand and placed it on the table. Sighing, I shut my eyes just to recall the new toy I have under my radar, Jenna. The breathtakingly beautiful girl who seemed perfect to satisfy my hungry beast. Her face, appearing plump lips, seducing bright olive-green eyes that shined the brightest all the time; they held thousands of emotions in the same second, sometimes she displayed her tamed, soft side and other times her eyes ignited the ferocity her soul is capable of holding. All of her body called out to me like her skin was begging me to explore her each inch, or I might say my fervid beast couldn’t hold himself once she came around.

Romano replied, "Certainly, I'm eager to hear the point." Directly looking into his eyes, Leo asked, "Who are you?" Upon hearing this, Mr. Romano burst into hearty laughter and said, "Come, let's go with me." After Mr. Romano's invitation, Leo followed him through the dimly lit corridor. They proceeded towards a spacious lounge adorned with black sofas and walls painted in a dark grey hue. Mr. Romano and Leo walked through the underground space until they reached a big black horse statue. Mr. Romano turned the horse's head, and it revealed a secret door. This was the way to the basement.

His nails dug deeper into my skin, the pain was excruciating, a little squeak left my lips. "Y..Yes..s" I stammered, feeling the tears well up in my eyes. "Good. Let's go." His nails finally stopped seeking my flesh, and he began to drag me forward. Towards a white big house. *** I was roughly pushed into a dark room that smelt like urine, the force of the fall made the skin of my palm and thighs peel off as I was trying to cushion my fall. The floor was slightly damp and felt sticky. My whole body ached with all the manhandling I had undergone in the past few hours.

Legal action will be taken against anyone attempting to reproduce this work without permission. In the dark hotel room, two bodies were tangled in the haze of desire, skin on skin, breath against breath. The air was permeated with the scent of sex and passion. A soft moan escaped the woman’s lips—barely audible, yet familiar enough to slice through Luciano’s intoxicated fog. His brows furrowed. No. He knew that voice. In a swift, almost panicked movement, his hand shot toward the lamp on the nightstand. But before he could flick the switch, whispered through the darkness.