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“Fire doesn’t stop once it starts feeding.” Suddenly, Riven was there, grabbing my hand, his mark pressed against mine. “Let me take some of it,” he gritted out. “Like before. Don’t fight me.” I shook my head. “It’ll kill you—” “Then we burn together,” he snarled. The fire surged between us, dark and golden, and I felt it split, half pouring into Riven, half searing into me. We both screamed, the bond between us twisting like it was alive.

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“Where is Sabrina Sobol? I know you took her, Yana told us everything.” Timo grinned and his teeth were stained red with his own blood. “She sure was a screamer, that one.” Lev was now glad that he’d left Nikita at the compound to watch Hunter because this motherfucker in front of him would’ve already been dead. Gage walked past Lev with a blowtorch in his hands and lit it up. “Did you know that the penis is basically muscle and cartilage? The soft skin of your balls will actually shrivel as they burn. This flame is so hot that it might take a minute or two for the pain to register, but once it does, Hudson over there is going to need a fucking towel with the way his dick is going to leak pr

The sheriff asked. Fred closed his eyes as he tried to recollect memories of the woman. He started giving descriptions of her and her dressing. "...with a stain of blood on the right side of the shirt." He concluded before slowly opening his eyes. "What?!" They all exclaimed. "Blood?" The Sheriff asked, confused. "Yeah, I think, I mean that is exactly what I saw, I am so sure." Fred said.

I had earlier on made a constructive prophecy that came out of simple imagination and suspicion about something relating to cold and ice on conjunction with the winter. Seemed I was right though, I’m always right. The winter comes with unimaginable cold, sometimes overwhelming and brutal. We all know that living things like to take cold substances but in ourselves, we don’t want to get extremely cold as the substance. How dare venture into the ice road or ice water, seems death is beaconing on you. No one with his or her right senses goes in contact with ice. That’s the same way it is with our lives. When we are cold within, we scare people away likewise when we are too hot. Life needs to be

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Dedicated To; °To Whoever Reading This° ♣️♟️♠️ *You Can Fight Love But you Will lose* Bille Elish ~ Bad Guy🙃 The flaring heat of this tiny room. The continuous dropping of water droplets from the aged old kitchen sink. The uncomfortable stench of blood, sweat, and cocaine makes my body itch. My right leg which I drape over my left begins to wiggle impatiently, a tick passed on to me by my dearest father.

I was locked in. Through the window, I watched the horror display. Mikhail's men carried big red cans. They poured liquid all over the building, over the walls, over the doors. The smell of gasoline was strong even from inside the car. It made me feel sick. Then, one of the men lit a match and threw it. The flames erupted immediately. They climbed up the walls like orange snakes. They spread across the roof. The building caught fire so quickly. The flames were bright orange against the dark evening sky. Smoke billowed up into the air, thick and black. It smelled like burning wood.

she laughed, Twisting the cork she opened the small vessel, sniffing the edge of it, "This smells so... Familiar," "Amber wait—" Al tried to stop her, but it was too late, I could see the liquid staining her lips with a bright red pigment, "It's dragon blood," she snickered, taking another gulp, "It's fucking dragon blood," she laughed merrily, I don't know if I should be disgusted that it's dragon blood or happy that it's not poison, "Try it," she nodded vigorously, handing the flask to me,

I flip the bible open and start to read. At first, the massive book intimidates me, but I quickly find out that I can now read faster than before. I’d rather die than admit this to Aldric, but being a vampire doesn’t suck nearly as much as I thought it would. Apart from the bloodlust, I’d even go so far as to say that I'm enjoying it a little. By the time the sun rises, I’m a quarter of the way through the book, up to the part where the blood god gave Asmodeus the eight, unbreakable vampire laws.