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Romeo's deep voice pulls at my attention, and I don't restrain my eyes from searching for him. The way my heart stirs excitedly as I behold his gorgeous face can't even be overemphasized, and soon enough, the boredom is long forgotten for another while. He is spotting dark blue pants paired with a white dress shirt. Two or three of his upper buttons are subtly popped open to give a little peek of the dragon tattoo that crawls up his chest and disappears behind his neck. His onyx hair is polished and styled into a perfect tousle, jaws in a sharp line, while his full lips shimmer under the gentle ray of the blue light from his iMac. It takes everything not to slither over the long table right

Romeo said softly, Gavin looked at me with pitiful eyes then hurried upstairs, the second a door closed, I felt a huge punch across my lips. Romeo held Conrad back before he would do worse, I felt a warm metallic liquid on my tongue, "Dammi una sola buona ragione, Glen! Una sola, sensata ragione per cui faresti una cosa così incredibilmente, monumentalmente stupida!" (Give me one good reason, Glen! One single, sane reason why you would do something that incredibly, monumentally stupid!") The anger rolling off wasn't just physically, beneath it, I could hear the crack in his voice, Romeo held him steady but I knew Glamerio, no one could stop except he was the one stopping himself.

But it was to walk and I was literally limping while walking, my pussy and ass hole hurts and so sore that I can't ignore it. “Woh!! Romeo! What are you doing here?” I asked, stunned seeing him in my bedroom at this time. “There's a problem, I think it's going to be a long day!” Romeo says, looking at me head to toe, his eyes twitching on the marks on my body. “What's wrong?” I asked, walking into my closet and closing the door to wear my clothes. I chose a black tuxedo with a scarf and boots. “There's rumors going on that you have killed the minister of France yesterday, a guard saw the card of your signature on the spot. And now the politicians are trying to drag you down as you have offen

His dark blue eyes burned with a strange, unnatural madness as he stared at me, his chest rising and falling in rapid heaves. ‘Wrong move,’ Zee purred, coming awake. "Look at you," Romeo whispered, his breath heavy against my skin. "You fight just like she did. Kolton thinks he can always get what he wants." "He doesn't care about me," I gasped, digging my fingernails into his wrist, trying to tear his skin. "I am just a political contract to him! He won't fight you for me, fool!" "Oh, he will," Romeo whispered, a slow, terrifying smile spreading across his face as he leaned in close.

A very sexy predator. "Didn't think you’d come." He turns slowly, his eyes—dark, intense, and utterly possessive—taking in my appearance from head to toe. There is no warmth, which scares me. I want warmth, and Raphael promises anything, but yet I find myself succumbing to him. Eye contact is enough to rattle everything inside me. "You're wearing the slip dress. Good girl, obedience suits you."

(Ethan Blackwood – POV) I didn’t sleep that night. Not after the document. Not after the message. Not after seeing my forged signature printed beneath crimes I never committed. Fraud. Embezzlement. Offshore accounts. It looked real—too real. The kind of real that could destroy everything I had built.

It hurts but I don’t say anything. I look downwards towards my hands. I cannot bear to look in his dark soulless eyes anymore. He takes my hand in his softly and looks at the crescents that were by my nails on my palm. They are red and look ugly. It seems like blood will ooze out of them soon. He kisses the inside of my palm lightly. His soft kiss scares me even more.

I said. "He should have paid more attention," he said softly so I turned to him. "Maybe he wasn't expecting it. They're like Romeo and Juliet, aren't they?" "You think?" I nodded and turned away. I slowly walked closer to the large portrait. "Be careful," he said softly. There was as much glass and whatnot scattered on the floor. "It's fine — shit!" I was suddenly backing away when there were cockroaches that I almost stepped on. My lower back hit the edge of a table, causing me

, I begged her. She let out a big sigh. "Alright. Now, listen carefully. The truth I'm going to reveal won't be easy at all for you to believe. So, promise me, no matter what I say you'd believe me as I believe you, ok?", She asked. "I promise.”, I replied. "Alright, so listen to me. All the things you said are correct. They aren't normal but if you knew till now it is impossible for a clever student like you to not know the correct answer, right? Of course, you know that you're a vampire.

Juliet tried to ignore the feeling of his eyes on her as she moved about the kitchen to grab a packet of hot chocolate powder to add to her coffee. They ate in silence, and Juliet felt tense in the quiet. She glanced at him as he took a large gulp of his coffee. "How can you drink that?" She was unable to hide her disgust at the black liquid and relaxed when he let out a laugh as he pointed at the homemade mocha in front of her. “Black coffee is good. Dark roast is best, but your weak medium will do.” He said as he nudged her side with his elbow. “How can you drink that? You made it a cup of pure sugar.”