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Circe was anxious when Romeo refused to listen to her advice. At that moment, Dax could not help but say, "Dude, what grudge do you have against Darryl?" Chester looked curious too. They still did not understand why Romeo hated Darryl so much. Romeo sneered. His eyes were filled with resentment. "You can ask Darryl when you meet him in hell." Then, Romeo moved swiftly, attacking Dax's head with his palm. Buzz! Romeo used almost all of his power. Energy erupted from his palm. Wherever he touched, the air was distorted. The skies and earth were drenched in an intense murderous aura.

he asked with such politeness that Selene couldn't refuse, and her eyes lit up again. "Yes," she whispered in response. Frederick settled more comfortably in the chair and paid attention, feeling excited like a child. "Romeo and Juliet." "Eh?" "The book I have in my hands is about a tragic romance between Romeo and Juliet, by the author William Shakespeare. Do you still want me to read it?" she asked, unsure if he would accept. "I would be delighted to hear it, my Lady, please," he requested, and Selene nodded.

How did he meet Zero? "His name is Aguazel." We turned to the speaker, Dark who was sitting near the snowman. Immediately Shadow pulled me behind him and pointed the knife he was holding in Dark's direction. Dark laughed and raised both hands in the air. "Calm down, it's just me." He said and stood up. “What are you doing here?” Shadow asked Dark. "Watching the show? How did Romeo save Juliet from the hands of Aguazel who imitated Zero's form?" Dark's question answered.

The ambient ballroom light caught his sharp, razor-like jawline and his dark, piercing eyes. He was staring directly down at her. His dark eyes held no shock, no surprise, and no doubt. They burned with a fierce, terrifyingly possessive intensity that cut through the distance, the crowd, and the noise, locking onto her soul like an unbreakable chain. As Juliet watched, breathless, Roman slowly raised his crystal glass of scotch toward her. He offered her a single, silent, and immensely powerful toast—a dark king acknowledging his queen, making a silent, ironclad promise that she belonged to him, and him alone.

I whispered, refusing to flinch under his physical dominance. My eyes deliberately traced the jagged, white scar cutting sharply through his left eyebrow. My fingers twitched beneath his crushing grip, actively mapping the smooth, flawless skin of his broad shoulders through his wet shirt. I mentally logged the biological data. Rocco possesses the deep shrapnel scar on the shoulder; Roman's epidermis is entirely intact. "Are you comparing my touch to my shadow's?" Roman growled, his pupils expanding rapidly in the dark. "I am verifying my reality," I retorted, tilting my chin up.

I pleaded can’t do anything other than moaning loudly, shamelessly now. The corner of his mouth turned up, “Then I will give you what you wanted.” by saying this he pushes in, completely in one go. -------------------- Romeo POV I stared down at her, burying my cock deep inside her, bringing out a beautiful, lovely reaction on her face. For the first time in my life, I wished to give someone pleasure. Romeo Valentino, who didn’t give a fuck about anyone, is eager to give this women underneath him as much pleasure as he had given to any woman.

Romano glances at me and I furrow my brows in response. As I walk in,I feel the fear emanating from my men and I wonder who or what could be capable of eliciting such fear from my men other than me. I walk in, taking leisurely strides, Romano behind me. The minute we enter. I see one of my men on the floor,a knife in his thigh,his face a picture of agony. I'm not in support of my men being killed off or hurt by others except me but his reaction is enough to make me burst out laughing especially because he's like that because of a woman.

Although pragmatic, by day he is a correct being, apparently the prince charming that women look for in a fairy tale, being in reality insidious, because when the moon rises he is a crooked, frivolous man, he is dangerous, at night his dark side and the most evil desires take over his dark and relentless soul, unleashing all the demons in him. When a full moon looms in its dark sky, the Russian wolf is already on the prowl, ready to catch and devour its prey.

Lumapit ako rito at tinutok ko sa leeg nito ang dagger na hawak ko at pinag landas 'to mula leeg hanggang sa mukha nito, ng umabot na sa pisngi nito ang dagger na hawak ko ay marahas na hiniwa ko ang pisngi nito pababa sa leeg nito. Pagkatapos nun ay gamit ang hawak na dagger ko ay inangat ko ang ulo nito at hiniwa ang kabilang pisngi nito. Blood is now dripping down from his face. Walang magagawa ang awa sa 'kin. 'pity is one of people's soft weakness'

A mix of fear, anger, and relief. The truth hurt. But the lies had hurt worse. Deep down, I just wanted everything to go back to normal. AT FRANCESCA’S PENTHOUSE The penthouse lights were low, warm, and expensive. Francesca sat on the edge of the long white couch, legs crossed, lips painted deep red. She held a glass of wine like it was a weapon. She watched Mr. Blackwood with a smirk. Mr. Black stood near the window, back to her, hands in his pockets. His shoulders were tense.