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He widely spread his arms, and suddenly they were all surrounded by the red smoke. “I’m tired of playing around. Any last words from you?” Esdras looked at each face of the king’s companions. Esdras was surprised when a blue and yellow light appeared coming from the sky. Zuaine just transformed into her other form. Her wings were like the Phoenix—blue, orange, and yellow. She let out a loud whistle in the air. Then a group of winged faeries suddenly came.

He said he was going to kill me after fucking me. My mind grew lighter, my thoughts became hazier, and I almost didn’t notice the way his body shifted. Moving away from mine.He removed his hand and backed away.It took me a few seconds to realize that he wasn’t standing on top of me anymore. And then I felt his touch on the insides of my legs.“Tell me, puppy, why do you sleep naked?” His voice was gentle, and so was his touch.“Because it makes your sleep better.”A spank landed on my thigh.“And is good for your skin,” I continued.Spank hit the other one as well.“Now, puppy, tell me again.” He took a break. “But this time without lying.”I grinned. If he wasn’t a fucking killer, we would’ve gott

Kyro keeps his silence for a long moment, and my words slip without my knowledge. "You follow her because it isn't survival you seek; it's death," I breathe, his evil eyes burning through mine. I'm not intimidated by it, as I bore my gaze through his with equal determination. "Who/what is she?" Kyro pauses, keeping his silence as his gaze impairs mine, searching for something, but I don't know what? "Freya is a Fae… wielding two elements," a suffocating air of shock hangs over us. What the fuck shit...?

Her beautiful pink butterfly wings started glowing like a star in the dark. "It's better than letting the others know that we are coming. A fae's magic is undetectable." Fin'esia spoke as she walked towards Adrian. She was supposed to walk with him so the others would be able to see the way properly. Adrian nodded his head and signalled everyone to follow him.

"You had a non-dragon mate that you rejected, didn't you?" Fafnir let out an aroused sounding moan, and hearing it coming through the phone was a little more than disturbing to say the least. "Oh boy did I ever. Scarlett. She was the fire fairy princess of our hemisphere. Drop dead gorgeous, curves like you wouldn't believe, long wavy blood red hair, sparkling orange eyes, the heart of a saint with the level of crazy that could keep a man happy in bed until his dying breath." "What ever happened between the two of you?"

Phaedra and I envied her deep brown eyes and full, pouty lips. Phaedra was a hot-bodied goddess. The three of us sported ample backsides and large bosoms, but Phaedra had the tiny hourglass waist and height to complete the package. Her blonde-topped pretty face featured piercing blue eyes and dimples. She was the mother of two kids and the wife of a notorious womanizer.

I freeze. At that moment, I realise that this isn’t my ceiling, and I don’t have silk sheets. Slowly, I turn my head, only to see a naked T lying next to me. He’s waking gently, eyes blinking open slightly. When he turns to stare at me, a look of genuine surprise and fear consumes him. “Faye…What are you doing here?”

Including her best friend who loves to take a lot of pictures when chance has given her the opportunity. Erikka squealed quietly. She's romanticizing the fact that Ara had been with dangerous people and that her family might be in big trouble. "Oh, gosh, Ara! Don't you know it's every girl's dream to be chosen by a hot, mysterious, dangerous tall guy?"

Her green eyes roamed over Lydia as she exclaimed, “Oh my God!” Lydia stifled a laugh; she knew her mom would soon comment on her beauty and how she would sweep every male off their feet that evening. It was clear that Lydia resembled her mother, both standing tall and slender, with curves that could captivate anyone. Lydia had inherited Luna Alice's striking green eyes, long tan limbs, pointed nose, and beautifully shaped lips.

Kael The silence after the lake’s glow fades is worse than the screaming. The survivors stand on the far shore. They are each dripping, shaking, and hollow-eyed. The water has already gone still, looking like glass, as if it didn’t just devour one of us whole. The only sound is the slow echo of water dripping from the cavern ceiling. And then the fae, Nyra, snaps. “You!” she spits, turning on Aria. Her silver hair is plastered to her face, her eyes burning with anger that I haven’t seen from her before. “Why is it always you? Every time something happens, someone dies for you!”