Romance Oscuro Mga Nobela at Kwento

My father could take as many women as he desired, but they could never take the place of my mother, whom he had murdered. The Moon Goddess gave our mates to us, though some considered her a pesky meddler. My father had been mated to my mother when he was rather young, and they had grown up side by side. My mother, the Lycan Luna, was graceful and submissive to her alpha, never challenging me in public or causing him any reason to be ashamed of her. My mother adored my father and lived her life each day to please him. She was mostly successful until the day tragedy struck.

" And he went away leaving me shocked. To be continued…. From tomorrow, there's a new journey for Eric and Scarlett, tune in to see the tale of heartbreak, possessiveness, and obsession. A way to their Ruthless Romance. Till the next time Purva Narang (Your author)

Cosmo put her hand against his chest, as she looked at the king with a bright smile. “Don’t touch me with your filthy hand, witch!” Liam growled dangerously at her and this made Cosmo laughed, but she didn’t stop with what she was doing right now. “Why? Why should I stop? This is very entertaining, don’t you think? We can spend the rest of our life here.” But then, Cosmo made a surprise expression. “Ah, the rest of our life for both of us, can be said for eternity.” Cosmo wanted to hole herself up in this place and she didn’t want to go out of this room before she could master all the dark magic inside the book.

I replied boredly. They both glared at me pouting, the dark haired one spoke, “What kind of love potion did she use on you?” “No one says no to us,” spoke the blonde. “She’s such an ugly pig.” I flew up at her grabbing her neck, how dare they insult her. Fear clouded her eyes, and I relished in it. “No one should miss a small whore like you.” I squeezed a little tighter. My full attention on this despicable witch. I felt my body tense. I released her, she fell coughing to the ground.

Held me as he came, hard and hot, spilling inside me like it was a vow. We stayed like that, tangled and breathless. The pasta cooled beside us, forgotten. From the hallway, Lucien passed by, footsteps pausing. He heard the moan. The name. The rough scrape of a chair. And he kept walking. Silent. Loyal. But aching in his own quiet way. Because sometimes, being the right hand meant watching the man you served fall for the girl you couldn’t have. And pretending that didn’t break something inside you every time you heard her scream his name.

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“Celeste has nothing to do with this.” “Tutto a che fare con questo!” Romano’s voice boomed. “Everything! She bears the blood of the man who ended my family. Do you think I can look at her and not see Alessia’s grave?” “Then don’t look at her,” Azrael bit out. The Don’s men stiffened. Guns clicked softly in the dark. For a moment, I thought Romano would order them to shoot him. Instead, he let out a long, quiet breath and said something that made the air go still again.

The one whose name my people still cursed in their prayers. But my traitorous eyes refused. They drank him in greedily tracing the corded muscles of his arms visible even beneath the armour, the way his chest rose and fell with calm, controlled breaths, the faint scar that sliced through one dark brow. He was beautiful in the way storms are beautiful terrifying and mesmerising all at once. Soren Masuda was raw power wrapped in divine grace. A strange forbidden ache bloomed low in my belly. Shame followed instantly, hot and bitter on my tongue. Stop it, Evelise. He is not yours to look at.

I snapped my fingers twice, and the dim lights turned on into full flash of blinding lights. My heart skipped a beat as I saw her as she smiled at the mirror. Looking like an fallen angel from grace. I was on the other side of the mirror, it is a secret room, adjacent to the next one. I could see her but she couldn't see me. I put the passcode and the mirror slided away, revealing her in her all glory. Her fiery ambers met mine, her body covered in his blood. But she was satisfied with what happened. I opened my arms for her and just like that she ran into my arms, sharing his blood with mine. I engulfed her in my arms and kissed on the top of her head.

I devoured hungrily, caressing the other with my hand. I attempted to move slowly, but my little man had other ideas, and I was resisting that too. We were locked in a battle of desire. But as passion took over, I abruptly halted, trying to change the course of events. However, she swiftly seized me and clung to me, taking my hands and guiding them where she desired. It was like a waterfall, or perhaps an ocean. I can’t quite put it into words. She was unapologetically wet! Without a hint of remorse.