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Her fake smile was so evident, she couldn't pretend to be okay, but over the months she had improved. 'Dad certainly won't know any peace with his new wife.' "Ana, how are preparing for your exams?" I asked Ana with my brows furrowed, ready to eat her up is she dared to say she hasn't read it a thing. Ana focused more on the web looking for new means to make money. I've often told her to concentrate on her studies first a die in the internet after she graduates. "I've read all my books, bug I'm still going to reverse." She said giving me a sternly look.

Will he ever regret for what he did to Luna. What will happen between Melissa and Gabriel? Will she forgive him or move on. Indeed there are many questions. But your lovely author is ready to answer them. Oh no. Not with words but with my new story. Like I already once told you guys I have other plans for Hunter and that was my plan. A New Dark Romance Story of Hunter Knight. Monstrous Love. Monstrous Love is not a sequel of Billionaire's Madness but it's only a story of Hunter knight's life.

I am finding a comfortable spot when I saw a brown girl kissing a guy’s neck found it chessy worthy. And then again, I saw a girl seducing dancing on a guy’s lap. Never thought in the first place that I will come to this bar, well didn’t know that this will go wild. I’m still strolling when I saw a tall girl casually talking to a guy, it caught my attention because they’re the only one who isn’t dancing, just like me. I was about to approach them when the music stopped and the mic turned on.

I shuddered, not liking the attention. Carlisle continued, gesturing toward a man with thick muscles and a face that looked like it had taken one too many hits. “Dante Moretti. He’s old-school mafia, no frills, just violence. His girlfriend, Rosa, is a bit out of place here, but she’s harmless.” I looked at Rosa, whose bright smile and bubbly demeanor seemed completely at odds with the grim faces around her. She seemed out of place, just like me.

female? Yes, I could see how relatively smaller it was. Fuck. I ignored her. I didn't usually face female wolves, but then she dashed on me, forcing me to the ground. Before I could say anything else, she delivered a blow to my face. I winced. The pain was ephemeral. Having gained composure, I grabbed her hands and with all my might, rolled her to the floor. I raised my hand to smack her across the face, but then something hit me. Her scent. The smell of frangipani. I stopped. Olivia?

I had complete faith in my love and my plan. Jonathan rushed over to me and shoved Katrina to the side. He was ready to attack my neck but I held his face and sucked his lips intensely. I kissed him chastely, my fingers running over his silky hair. I was confident that if our love was powerful enough, this kiss would fade away his thirst for blood. My lips drew up to a grin because he responded by sucking my lips. Our lips soon moved in unison. Through the corner of my eyes, I noticed the blackness around his eyes had vanished. This proved that my plan worked and also that our love was the strongest; no force, no magic could break our love.

Then he stepped closer, his presence swallowing me whole, and finally, finally, he gave me the truth. “Because my name is Damian Blackthorn,” he said, his voice low but steady. “And once, long before you were born, I swore I would never love a mortal again. Then I saw you. And for the first time in centuries… I broke.” The world tilted. My knees nearly buckled. Damian Blackthorn. He had never given me his name before. Never lowered himself enough to share it. And now, hearing it, tied to a vow broken for me—it felt like a chain around my throat and a brand against my heart.

Elena's POV “Your what?!” I blurt out with my voice echoing through the quiet space. Ryan Blackwood just stands there calm as ever with his hands tucked into his pockets like he’s talking about the weather. His dark hair falls slightly over his forehead and his eyes... those cold, unreadable eyes... don’t even flinch. “I said,” he repeats slowly, “I want you to pose as my girlfriend for two months. Nothing more.” I blink at him, sure I must’ve heard wrong.

They practiced combat—hand-to-hand, fast, brutal. Luca didn’t go easy on her. Every move he taught came with a bruise, every mistake a sharp correction. But Elena didn’t stop. Because the pain made her feel alive. Because every strike brought her closer to being someone who could fight back. ⸻ An Unexpected Visitor It was late afternoon when the knock came. Soft, deliberate. Elena and Luca exchanged a quick glance. He moved toward the door cautiously, hand near his weapon. When it opened, a woman stepped inside—a figure both elegant and dangerous, dressed in black, with sharp cheekbones and a calm voice.

“It’s… complicated.” “Complicated means hot,” she says, eyes sparkling. “It’s Damien Wolfe,” I mutter. Maya gasps so hard I’m afraid she might choke. “Mr. Penthouse?! Mr. Tall, dark, ruined-your-womb-with-a-glance Damien Wolfe?!” I groan. “You make it sound worse.” She grabs a pillow and clutches it dramatically. “Girl, you are playing with the kind of fire that burns souls. That man is a volcano in a suit.”