Puro Mga Nobela at Kwento

he shouted angrily. #to be continued in Chapter 7.2 - Unexpected

A pack member shouldn’t be scared of his leader; he should respect them I walk over to the corner where all the wolves were hanging out. “ I heard that the vampire crown prince killed a werewolf once, “ I heard a wolf whisper. Ethan’s head turned at his title. It was true vampires could hear a mile away. He headed over to us. His movement was tense. “ Excuse me, “ he said reaching for one of the beers. “ Isn’t it like impossible for vampires to get drunk, “ Joline said very tipsily.

Don Torento raised an eyebrow, Amanda looked away from him quickly, she wanted to slam her palm on her forehead for saying something stupid. Don Torento was looking at her like he wanted to tear her limbs to limbs, she gulped. "S—sorry, I say stupid things sometimes."

Relief flooded me so hard my knees nearly gave out. “Hey,” he said softly when he saw me. “I’m okay.” I rushed to his side anyway, gripping his hand. “You scared me.” “I know,” he murmured. The doctor entered moments later, holding a clipboard. His expression was serious, professional. “We ran additional tests,” he said. “And the results are consistent with what we found last time.” Damon stiffened. “The poison?” “Yes,” the doctor replied. “It’s a chemical compound called Pure. Highly toxic in its undiluted form. In small doses, it causes dizziness, fainting, cardiac irregularities.”

Equal. Unbreakable.

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Building the foundation of something that felt genuinely sustainable. The leather of the couch was cool against my back, but everything else in the room was burning. Eli was a heavy, solid weight pressing me down into the cushions, his hands framing my face like I was the only thing in the world that mattered. I could feel the ragged rhythm of his breathing against my neck, a hot, steady pulse that matched the frantic drumming in my own chest. "You have no idea," he rasped, his voice vibrating deep in his throat. He pulled back just enough to look me in the eye, and the intensity there was staggering—a mix of raw hunger and something so fiercely protective it made my breath hitch.

Everything in the mansion was high-end and luxurious; even the drinking mugs were crafted from pure crystal. Adrian drained the red liquid in one gulp, his thoughts drifting to the restricted area of the East Wing and the mysteries it concealed. The Prophecy… Tsk… He let out a bitter chuckle, shaking his head as if to erase the thought from his mind. Looking at his right hand and the expensive gold chain adorning it, Adrian smirked arrogantly. His thoughts were shrouded in mist, yet his gaze held a strange affection. …