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I pressed my forehead to hers, my breath mingling with hers as the room seemed to close in around us. "Forever," I repeated, as if the word itself could bind us tighter than any chains. And I knew—I knew—she would never escape me. THE END. THANK YOU FOR FOLLOWING THIS SERIES TO THE VERY END! Author I*******m @agkbooks

Only she had brought it in me and it was only for her. "I promise it will be much better than everything you have imagined," my whisper was slow and full of promises. She shivered in response. She shot me a glare before snatching the book from my hands. I chuckled but didn't tear my gaze off her perfect frame as she put the book back on the table. For some unknown reason, being with her feels so right. Almost like she is the one for me. She is my destiny, my one soul mate even though she won't share her secrets with me. She gasped in surprise when I pulled her down and pinned her soft body under my hard muscles. Before she could protest a word I covered her mouth with mine. I pulled both her

Finally, she found the one she was looking for. Layla managed to grab the book and add it to her stack in her arms when her eyes caught sight of something. A book stood out among the rest. It was bound with dark brown leather and had brandished designs on the spine. The title read - Malleus Vampiro: A Treatise on Vampires. Placing her other books on the floor, Layla pulled the leather-bound book from its home amongst the others and opened it. As her eyes skimmed the pages, she caught a couple of words; SHADOW STALKERS, BLOODSUCKER, PHANTOMS.

I have a boy-fucking-friend and lusting for that fucker shouldn't be part of the plan. He's not just my neighbour. He's the enemy. My enemy, and my family's enemy. Damien fucking Vincenzo is a bastard hiding behind a body that looks to be sculpted by the gods themselves. And if I should get the chance, I will carve his skin, inch by every bloody inch and feed his eyes to the Vultures for everything he made me go through at Crescent high. And again. I have a boyfriend. My sinfully hot neighbor who's walking around butt naked in a fucking glass penthouse without curtains shouldn't be a distraction right?

Oh, by the way, I'd like to invite you to check out some of my other books: I Kissed My Boss, Book 1; The Love of an Invisible and The fate of the rejected alpha, book 1; In particular, I urge you to check out the third title, where there's a whole new world of werewolves, which I've worked hard to create. I'll leave one of the chapters for yous: A Thief: A THIEF WHO DOESN'T KNOW HOW TO BE A THIEF The sounds of many voices mingling with each other awakes Bloodstain from the first peaceful sleep she had in her entire life. She rubs her eyes with the back of her hands and takes a few seconds to make her vision focus on the image of two humans in front of you, a male and a female. "Ah, so final

“However, I’m not the one with a harem.” Tiernan frowned. “What’s that supposed to mean?” “It means…” She stroked his face with her fingertips. “It means I’m the one who has the right to be jealous. I have to share you with five other women, plus who knows how many on your trips.” “I haven’t slept with anyone since taking you as a companion.” He made the admission gruffly, as though he didn’t like giving her that information. Madison sighed. “Except for one night.” Firming her mouth, she said, “It doesn’t matter who you were with. You owe me nothing.”

“Go ahead, do it.” She hardened her gaze as she stared at him, trying to ignore the longing feeling that called within her, her wolf, it was trying to reach for its mate. She wondered if he could feel it too, if he could feel his wolf calling out to hers. But she could not read him at all. His gaze was hardened. “How?” He breathed, his voice cracking ever so lightly. “How is that possible? How can you be an Omega? How am I mates to an Omega”

But I also want to show her everything she can have with me, everything I can give her, every way I can make her scream my name. She steps out of her jeans and panties, then just stands there, completely bare, spine pressed to the wall, chest rising and falling with each ragged breath. Her head lolls back as I lift one leg and hook it over my shoulder. "Has anyone tasted you before?" I ask, possessiveness flaring. "Yes," she admits, her cheeks flushing. "But I've never wanted it this much." That's all the encouragement I need. My lips find her slick heat, and my fingers part her, revealing every secret. The moment my tongue strokes. her, she cries out, a delicious sound that makes my cock ha

I hissed in anger as my mind drifted to the times I’ve had to watch him kiss her, hold her, touch her, in front of me like he’s not touching what’s mine. I pulled my hand out of my pocket, feeling the soft elastic band I stole from her locker. Taking a deep whiff of it, I’m hit with her delicious scent, and my cock hardens instantly at the thought of her; finally being mine, and no longer having to pretend that I don’t want to fuck her, to claim her, to possess her. “Oh, Sloane, you smell so good.” ‘Thanks, baby.’

Was I not doing a good job? Then he demanded, “Open up. Wide.” When I opened my mouth, he slipped his côck inside, going further than before. “Sûck me.” . A. Gupta Have you checked out my other books!!! All are completed. Dark Mafia Romance. Arrange Marriages. Enemies to Lovers. Blackmails. And Anti-heroes with OTT possessiveness and highly morally grey characters. BOOKS: BRIDE TO BE. CAGED- A Dark Billionaire Captive Romance