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"He's easy. He thinks he's in love with me. I keep him close so he doesn't start asking questions. I'll use him for as long as I need to. Then I'll push him away." Cielo shook her head slowly. "This is dangerous, Natalie. You're walking a thin line." Natalie leaned back in her chair. "I've always walked on thin lines, Mother. And I've never fallen yet." She stood and looked at herself in the mirror again. She smiled now-an empty, cold smile. "They call me Luna Emily. They bow to me. They serve me. And soon, I'll control everything. The pack, the alliance, and the future."

“Once loyal to the Moon Goddess, but branded traitors after refusing to follow the Alpha King’s decree during the first Wyrm War.” “They were right, weren’t they?” He nodded. “But no one listened.” Inside a large tree, carved into a council chamber, the woman introduced herself. “I am Nima, Alpha of the Severed. And you are?” “Lily Sterling,” she said. “Callum Sterling,” he followed. Nima blinked. “The King’s bloodline.” Lily tensed. “I’m not like them.” “We’ll see,” Nima replied calmly. Over a fire infused with memory herbs, Lily explained everything, from her marriage to Alistair, her fated bond with Callum, the secrets she learned about the Moonstone, and the prophecy.

That secret knowledge was addictive, and though I knew I would never be able to tell anyone the full truth, we had no problem showing ourselves off to anyone with a credit card. Mom's OnlyFans subscribers had doubled since we'd started making posting content together online. It was romantic to attribute that boost to the strength of our love, it was probably more accurate to credit the constant uploads for all her new fans. We uploaded every day without fail and showed no signs of stopping, which quickly took the financial burden off of her shoulders. The money was a nice perk, but I would've made every single one of those videos for free. One afternoon, I was sitting on the edge of Mom's be

Arms crossed gruffly in front of his chest with a grimacing expression that makes even the mundies around us cower. "Hi, Dad," I say with a practiced smile plastered on my face. His lips slightly curl when I move in for a hug, which is the most excitement he would ever be caught expressing in public. To the world, he is Antonio Luciano: CEO and founder of Moonlight Entertainment. While the average person would assume that to be a movie company, it's rather much more gruesome. Moonlight Entertainment is a string of nightclubs that are used for black market sales for the mafia of NYC.

Kael’s eyes flick to mine again. He hesitates. Then: “There’s one more thing,” he says. Of course there is. “There always is,” I say. “Go on. Rip the Band‑Aid off.” He nods to Jace. Jace taps a few keys. A new image appears on the screen. A screenshot of a news article draft. The headline: > **WHO OWNS LITTLE MOON? INSIDE THE MYSTERY OF VIRAL SIREN ELIANA CRUZ**

Natalia was evil and today put an end to all of this madness… her husband could have been able to gather all these documents and information but he would not have guessed how Natalia did all of these but she knows… “His business suffered, his health suffered and all of his well being. So does that sound like abandonment?” The hall fell silent, so silent that if a pin dropped its sound would be heard. Aliyah clicked her mouse and a picture came up, she turned to the panel, “Please do any of you know who this is?” She asked, all three nodded. Madam Donna answered, “This is Sabrina Tanyana the supermodel.” Natalia frowned… she doesn't seem to like where all of this was going and how the hell di

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I give a tiny wave goodbye to the ladies below who are watching us before we’re hidden from view. Moon closes the bedroom door and shoves me against it. My “Oomph” doesn’t stop his movements. He jerks my top over my head and throws it to the floor. I inhale sharply when his scruffy face slides across my skin from my neck down to my breasts. He pushes my bra cups under my breasts, squeezes one nipple with his rough fingers, and sucks the other one into his mouth. I hold onto his arms as blood rushes to my breasts. His sexy lips surround my nipple and he sucks so hard I go to my toes. There’s no gentleness in Moon. He squeezes my other breast, pinches the nipple, and then goes back to squeezin

she stammered, eyes wide with panic. “Oh it is,” Ethan said calmly, pausing the video on a perfect shot of her squirting. “My quiet little stepsister is secretly a huge OnlyFans whore. How many subscribers do you have, June? Ten thousand? Twenty?” Mia looked like she wanted the ground to swallow her. Her hands were shaking in her lap. “Please delete that,” she whispered. “If Mom and Dad ever find out…” Ethan leaned closer, voice low. “I’m not going to tell them. But you’re going to do something for me first.”

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