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My governess is here, my ladies in waiting are here and the man who controls my kingdom is here. If I were to run, I would be leaving everything. When I heard of running, I took it immediately thinking of my freedom but what can I actually do if I were to be on the run? My brother has deserted Elanor and I am left to protect it. I am left to protect our people and the best place to do so is in here, in Orizon—close to the man who controls it’s in and out. The moon goddess has given me a chance by making me his mate, which means I can pull a string that no one else in here can do.

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Hi there lovely readers! Here's a list of my other works you can probably find on certain apps/sites. -*-*-*- 1) Incubus' Blood Harem [male oriented book | W E B N O V E L] 2) Femme Fatale: The Queen Of Chess - Completed. [W E B N O V E L | C H E R E A D S] 3) Sex Delicacies [M O B O R E A D E R] 4) His Wife Is My Lover - Volume one, completed.

I had released my cum inside her wet hairy pvssy and she had pulled off immediately as she dragged me to her pvssy, with her legs wide apart for me to suck. I poured in my saliva as I used my mouth to mix my sperm that rested around her softness with my saliva so that she could drool more fluid. Alaric, was far away in the woods protecting our territory. I was all alone with her which gave us the freedom to moan and get lost in our sexual pleasures. "I heard Orpheus is madly in love with a vampire!!" I chuckled as I stroke her pvssy with my index and middle finger. "Orpheus Bathory??" She scoffed as she rested her head down, grabbing her boobs, rubbing them together as I kept rubbing her out

Oblivion took hold of me, and a chamber of ice encased my swollen heart. ** The story continues in Book 2: The Bloodstone Vampire. Out December 1st 2020. Thank you for reading SRWW – I hope you’ve enjoyed it as much as I have!**

The same apartment where she wrote her story which was claimed to be plagiarized. She caught the sight of her laptop and walked closer. She turned it on and the cover picture of one of the female lead werewolf story she was writing, popped up. Another hit that is one of her popular books. The perfect, drawn picture of her female lead. She smiled bitterly as she stared at it. Her female lead have everything in this world. Her life is so perfect with her prince charming and all. How pathetic. There is no happy life." she said and typed on the chapter she was working on.

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com/eustoma_reyna I****T: https://www.i****t.com/eustoma_reyna P.S. This book is ending soon with only a few chapters left. I know the story went through a drastic change in plot, and I sincerely apologize for that. Something unexpected happened in my real life, and because of it, I had to step back from writing and romanticizing werewolves. Honestly, I struggled a lot since last year and kept contemplating whether I should just drop this book entirely. However, I felt bad doing so because I’m not used to abandoning stories I already started.

"I don't believe that. I can fix it. I can break it. There has to be a way." "There is," Orion said. "But not by hiding in the woods. Not by hoping visions and blood magic will save you." He reached into the satchel slung across his back and pulled out a small, battered leather book. He held it out to her. She hesitated, then took it. The cover was worn, the pages stained with old ink and ash. Her breath caught when she opened it. It was written in Old Vale script the language of her bloodline. Most of it was indecipherable, the ink faded, but one phrase had been circled in red: