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25 March 1820 Rome, Italy Jacob was lounging on a chair and Mrs. Valentina Lombardi, the most sought after courtesan in Rome was sprawled on his lap, her lush body pressed to his as she tried to coax a reaction out of him. He knew all the other men watching him envied him. But for the life of him, he couldn't muster any enthusiasm for the act. Instead of finding her perfume enticing, he found it cloying. The smoke from the cigars made him feel suffocated.

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.

mature audiences only 18+! contains an age gap, dark romance, explicit sexual content/ scenes, crime, light BDSM, gunplay, murder/violence, etc. Some situations will not be suitable for all readers. Read at your own discretion* Deacon Another week has flown by in the blink of a fücking eye, since my last date with Myla. It feels like I haven't seen her in months, though.

⚠️ Before you proceed with the story, please be aware of a few things: • The werewolves and Lycans in this book might not behave exactly like others in other books. • This is not a fluff romance story. It's angsty and will take you on a rollercoaster of emotions, so if you know your heart can't take it, be warned. • The story has multiple POVs, but they don't repeat the same thing. ....................................................................

Angie said, flashing Aurora a heart sign and then pulling out her phone. Just as Aurora reached the door, Angie suddenly let out a loud exclamation. Aurora turned around. "What happened?" "That damn author actually insulted me!" Angie shouted. Aurora walked over to the bed. "What are you talking about?" "I've been reading a novel for the past few months, and it's written so poorly it drives me crazy. I've been insulting the author for months, and now the author dared to insult me back! This is too much!" Angie replied angrily.

The rage in Matthew’s heart rose more when he saw how defensive Christina was of John. “In this world, aside from a patricide, a man who steals my wife is my mortal enemy. I’m going to kill him if he dares set his heart on my woman!” She stared at him. “When did I become your woman? Matthew, can you stop with your nonsense?” “Christina, I don’t care what you think, you’re the woman whom I have my eyes on! Even God cannot have the woman that I fancy!” Matthew’s brain functioned differently from normal people, so communicating with him like how she would to normal people would not work.

Because if; ever he had fallen deeply in love with Cassandra, then he was sure that his life would only be full of; despair. “Well, I guess I could say that- I’m thankful since; my blossoming feeling was; instantly cut off, else I would go crazy- if I was going to be informed much later. Besides, there are so many ladies out there other than Cassandra. Much more gorgeous and sexier than her,” the smile on Angelo’s face slowly crumbled when he was; done speaking out his mind. Angelo then pointed his heart and said. “But it still hurts in here. My mind can easily let go, but this heart of mine can’t even stay united with what my brain is thinking.”

But a louder part the more dangerous part wants to cry for being a fool for the second time. Because buried beneath the anger, there’s still that damn ache. That hope that maybe, just maybe, all this means he still cares. But I know better. Don’t I? The cab ride feels like a lifetime. The city blurs past, all steel and neon and strangers. But inside me, it’s a warzone. Memories shove in my head, his touch. His lips against mine, too rough and too real. His voice, whispering things he’d never say in daylight.

“Because this is only the beginning. The heat, the desire, the fire… it’s not ending anytime soon.” Her fingers threaded through his hair, pressing closer. “Then let’s burn together,” she said. “We will,” he said, voice low, deep, commanding, and intimate. “Together, always.” And in that heated cocoon of desire, tension, and longing, they finally let the world fall away, letting fire and intimacy carry them, pulse to pulse, shiver to shiver, knowing the story of their lives—and their bodies—was just beginning.