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“Bexley, listen to me. I need you to go with Justin and hide in the vault, okay? I know you don’t want to, but I won’t be able to concentrate if I don’t know for certain you’re safe.” “Safe for now,” I reply. “But what about when he kills you and everyone else in the castle? What then? We women just slink out and surrender? No. Let me fight. I can do it.” I will my hands to glow that purple light, and I must be getting better at it because I can do it on demand this time. He opens his mouth to say something when distinct gunfire rings out below us. “I need to go,” Justin says. Canaan nods, and Justin rushes off. Before he turns the corner, he leaps into the air, and before my very eyes, he i

Furious red eyes turned towards Annabelle and the golden fur of his beast bust out as he gave way to his beast and lunged at the sorceress. ... Author's note Hello lovely readers Don't forget to vote for the book as an encouragement for me. Your reviews about the book are also needed. Lots of love

Becca leaned towards him and whispered in his ear after standing on her toes to reach his height as much as possible, “Whatever I am going to tell you, please keep this a secret.” “Okay,” he mumbled, his breath hitching. How can I breathe when my heart is dead? he thought to himself, wanting to stay away from Becca. “I am a writer. I love writing novels, especially paranormal and fantasy ones. My first novel is a Lycan-romance which I finished writing recently.” Her eyes lit up at the mention of her novel. “I was looking for a new novel idea, and you just gave me one.” “Which is…?” he inquired.

The beast made a few hand signs and the vines started to melt away from its body. Fascinating, I thought to myself. This creature was performing magic. This was strange. Jane’s beast could use magic but not Jane herself. This was a first. In fact everything about her was a first. The creature made more hand signs, creating a ball of fire which it blasted towards me but its aim was way off, blasting into the distance. It was time to make this beast pass out. I performed the ritual which I knew was forbidden, stopping its breath but it didn’t work on the beast who had performed a different ritual to block mine out.

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She had flopped down on the bed, and Beast was lying on his back next to her, belly up for rubs. "Who's the cute baby of this house?" Alexia cooed, speaking to him like a naughty toddler. "So you're Beast, huh? You're adorable, sweetheart! Come here, let me give you some love!" "It's official. You've lost Beast," Daniel whispered behind him as they watched the mastiff wag his tiny tail with glee. Scott couldn't believe it. Alexia had stolen his dog and was playing with him like it was the most normal thing in the world.

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They sent her to study the monster. She never expected to fall in love with his prison. Dr. Elara Vance doesn't believe in curses. She believes in data, evidence, and cold hard facts. When she's dispatched to a remote mountain to investigate strange geological anomalies, she expects rocks and fossils—not a beast of bone and earth who speaks in the language of ancient glaciers. Kael has been trapped for a thousand years. Cursed, forgotten, and ravenous for any connection beyond the terror his very presence inspires. He expects Elara to scream. To run. To beg. She brings him a barometer and asks about his weather patterns. What begins as a battle of wills becomes something neither