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I stare at the lovely city of Manchester as I weigh my options. It’s either bankruptcy and death or marriage and coronation. I guess the latter isn’t much of a bad idea, only it is. Whatever the case, my father’s murders must pay. I have a secret after all, I can hardly die.

There was a void in his chest. Jean Luc knew he was running from reality. There was absolutely no way. Lucinda could not be the sinful, vile, wicked, brutal RD. Although he dreaded to accept the truth, he must admit that it made so much sense. Her scars, her mysteries, her stories, her personality. It answered so many of his questions. He fell in love with a murderer. The murderer. He was so deep into it that he became blind. He had been holding the hand of a demon. He had been tasting her skin. Making love to her. And for God's sake, he had enjoyed it. Tremendously.

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The cool midnight air greeted him with the fragrance of roses. He felt the relief instantly, his anxiety dissipating, blown away by the night breeze, leaving only the scent of roses clinging to him like a permanent lover. For a ruthless mafia like him, who’d taken countless lives in the seedy underbelly of Chicago, he couldn’t understand why he found roses to be so comforting. They were such fragile plants, their petals so delicate, like humans whom he could easily crush with his palms. Still, whatever it was, it always did the trick. The scent calmed him down and he relaxed.

he asked, and I nodded almost immediately. "I'm fine. She was a bitch, but I guess she didn't deserve to die yet. I noticed that his eyes were still on me, his gaze burning into my side profile. "I'm fine," I repeated, my voice firm. "But, it's clear now that someone else is looking for trouble. I don't know why, but I can't shake off the feeling that the person who killed her wasn't Damian," Dashiell shifted in his seat and took a sip of the champagne. "I thought you didn't have any enemies?"

There's a custom in our village. Before getting married, every man has to bring his girlfriend to the chapel to pay their respects. If they come back out safely, it means the couple is destined to live happily together for the rest of their lives. Both of my younger brothers are married at 20. Meanwhile, I'm 30 and still single. It's not that I don't want to settle down, but every girlfriend I bring into the chapel ends up breaking up with me after she comes out. Some even try to kill me. My new girlfriend thinks our village is hopelessly backward and insists on going inside. My father, the village chief, brings her in himself. When they come back out, she pins me to the ground and tri

"Arson, an actual marriage? Escape?" Suddenly tired, physically more so, Amara flopped over onto the bed and huffed. "I- I don't know if we can escape." "I... you can, perhaps." Aurora paused and turned to look at her. "I'll... investigate and get back to you, yes?" She smiled. "Rest, Amara. Breathe. And plan the murder of my father, would you?" Amara sighed and looked at Aurora from her place on the bed. "...Alright. Deal."

Nicolas clenched his Jaw, His creepy smile replaced by a look of pure anger. "I killed him Maria, now you can be all mine with no distractions" he spoke with certainty. My heart sank to the Pit of my stomach, his words cutting me deep like a knife twisting in my heart. He's dead? Lucien is dead? No he can't be. That's not true! I refuse to believe that his confession is anything but close to the truth. But the reality of it was, Lucien was with me in that car And I know all too well Lucien would never allow someone to take me away from him. He would die before allowing that to happen.

Adeline moaned in his mouth as she felt his tongue swirling around hers. "I love you," she broke the kiss and said. "Don't scare me like this ever again." She pouted. "What?" Damien looked confused. "Don't scare me?" Adeline repeated. "No, before that," Damien said. Adeline sighed. "I love you, Damien." "Even though I am a criminal?" Damien sounded amused. "Yes, even then. I don't care anymore. I accept your stupid mafia lifestyle, you Russian asshole," Adeline barked, then kissed him again. She didn't have the patience to handle his teasing right now.