Romans & histoires Post Possession Damage Control Novel

A loud thud sounds as Axe drops his guy too. "Cyanide." He grunts, frustration on his face. Groaning loudly I spit on the dead guys body and look over the building top. "Search them. We'll dump them after." Leveling down to my guy I fish through his pockets. Fucking Donny Denatello. _________________ Azrael pov: Rose just dropped me off, she went to help Damien for the night. I didn't really care what she did, my mind was still in shock from today. Amilia's back…

Their touches lingered longer than necessary — hands on waists, fingers brushing thighs, heated gazes in the brief moments between battles. Midnight Confessions In a longer lull around 3 AM, they sat together near the center of the roof, backs against each other in a protective triangle, catching their breath. “I keep seeing their faces,” Kael admitted quietly. “Every infected I kill… I still see my little brothers.” Serena reached back and intertwined her fingers with his. “I smell burning sage and Elara’s perfume every time I close my eyes.” Damien’s voice was low. “I still hear Viktor’s last words. ‘My greatest pride.’”

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It’s as if the photo was evidence of how much of a hypocrite I am. “Stop watching that,” says Maverick with his still-grave tone before grabbing his phone from Ciel’s tight grip, making the little omega’s raining thoughts come to a halt. Maverick put his phone back into his pants’ pocket. “Don’t worry too much about it. This post will be removed any minute now, and all the shared posts about it will be immediately removed as well. We’ll make sure that not even a single trace of this post, especially the photo, will be recovered.”

“We contain this. Tonight. The premiere afterparty is in two days. We turn this into our narrative. You’re not a victim. You’re our secret. Our fantasy. And we control the story.” He kissed me hard, tasting the mess on my lips, then looked at the others. “Clean her up. We have work to do.” The next forty-eight hours were a whirlwind of controlled chaos. They kept me in the mansion, hidden from the outside world while they spun damage control. During the day, I was their willing stress relief, fucked on every surface, in every combination, as they planned how to turn the leak into their advantage.

, I said and her next words froze me on my spot. End Of POV:- "I AM NOT YOUR POSSESSION', She said and left Davish's apartment. Porishma directly went to the airport and took the next flight to India. End of flashback:- .. .. Thank you ShineeSunshine ❤️

“I was referring to your ego.” "Identical matter." Ace moved closer, almost able to take in the scent of Noah’s cologne sandalwood, bergamot, and chaos. "Do you realize what today truly is, Noah?" “Control of damage.” Noah inclined his head. "Who is responsible for the damage?" Me? "Or you?" Ace tightened his jaw. "You departed without saying anything." In the midst of a crisis. After we” “Once you mentioned that the company was the priority." "Once you substituted me with a robotic assistant and acted as if I was never there." Noah's grin faded. “Let’s not change the narrative, Your Highness.”

" Mumbling to myself, I could feel my cheeks getting hot again. It burnt as I kept on blushing, before immediately trying to keep calm in order for the the guard not to notice my sheepish behavior. Trying to keep calm, I take out my phone to distract myself, but everything all changed as soon as I looked at the screen. .... "City's famous billionaire Xavier Steel one year contract wife begs and seduce him to take her back... "How disgusting would a lowlife stoop because of money.." Shitty lowlife wants to tarnish the name of the Steel's company for good... "Why is the famous billionaire playing seductress dirty games?..." ... "What's this shit" My voice comes out shakily from my lips, as I i

"Control the narrative before it controls us." Theo scoffs. "The narrative? You sound like a politician trying to clean up a scandal." Levi doesn’t blink. "The ones who survive in this world play the same game. The difference is, I’m better at it." He picks up his phone and starts dialing. I know what he’s doing. Damage control. He won’t stop until this is handled, until every possible move has been accounted for. That’s who he is. Levi Vanderbilt doesn’t panic. He strategizes. It should be reassuring.