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king Damien said, looking around as his eyes landed on the rebel before him. “Pray ye what’s her crime?” He asked, looking around as tension filled the room. “She slandered your name my Lord, therefore she awaits your punishment” Lord Bennett said as other vampires gasped and brought out their thirsty fangs. “She should be killed,she should be killed” they chanted as king Damien stood up. “Silence!” He exclaimed and Immediately everywhere was as silent as a graveyard.

Our lips were almost touching. If I moved a little we will end up kissing. He brushed his lips on mine as my breath becomes heavier. I closed my eyes as his harsh breath kept on hitting my lips. But what he said next snapped my eyes open in shock. Damon: Be ready for the party. Your going to be introduce as a wife of Mafia king. Luciana Knight. Confusing her was his satisfaction. Satisfying himself was his habit. _______________________________________

Ermanno,My father whom you killed had a lover and she is their Daughter", he said and Damien's eyes grew the darkest shade hearing him and with a smirk he continued. "Why do you always have to take the girl who is related to me? First you stole the girl I loved, and now you've taken my Poor Sister," he gritted his teeth and pulled a blade from his pocket. He slashed his own skin, and blood flowed from it. Damein felt disgusted by his actions as he looked into his eyes, grinned and drank his own blood. "You're probably wondering how I'm not dead. And what happened to your ex?"He asked again, like a psychopath, and replied without even asking.

Too gullible and forgiving. I allowed her Anna penetrate me and then she betrayed me to the point of death. What I did now was only the tip of the iceberg. Chelsea is very different from Katya. Chelsea is here for revenge. A few hours later, the party started. Males and females came into the living room which had now turned into a disco hall. I watched every one that came in, looking for my prey. Searching for who to kill until I found her. Yes, there was no one better to kill than Monica.

His hair is packed in a ponytail, defining his already perfectly handsome features. I look at him, anger rising in my veins. Since when did he care about Theodore King? I glare at him, letting my obvious hatred be made known to him. “And if I did?” Truce takes a step forward. A dark chuckle escapes his perfect cherry-shaped lips. “I know you're trying to be brave here, but I have a few reasons to disagree with your confession. First, you look too deeply hurt for someone who killed Theodore. Second, the fear of uncertainty in your eyes is too obvious for someone who just committed a crime like murder. Lastly, you're not dumb enough to poison Theodore and leave traces. As an extra point, your

Trigger Warning Hello Lovely Readers, This book may contain content that might be triggering for some. It is a dark romance with degradation, BDSM that doesn’t contain consent within the dynamic (I know, not something I typically have in my book). There are many instances where consent is very dubious and there is kidnapping. Because what fun is writing dark romance without hitting those tropes? I will add to anyone worried, this one does have a HEA because I’m a sucker for that happily ever after and I couldn’t imagine not giving Cass her happy ending.

“Why is it so dark? Please, turn on the lights, Anth.” I hesitated before pressing the soft buttons of the light switch and then the room brightened up. I heard her gasp first before my eyes took in the rose petals and unlit candles on the floor and on various pieces of furniture in the living room. My eyes scanned the room and spotted more rose petals, even the ones leading to the bedroom. The romantic setting of the place made my nervousness spike higher than before. “Did you do this?” I pushed every ounce of nervousness from my body and approached her then wrapped my arms around her shoulder. I placed my face against hers then kissed her cheek, feeling the softness of her skin and inhalin

I wasn't waiting for the next person to go for my assassin assignment. I had found my home in the one place I never expected to find it—in the arms of the man I was originally sent to destroy. What began as a deadly game had become the greatest love story of my life. And maybe that was the cruelest joke fate could ever play. I was sent to destroy Cassius DiMarco. Instead, I gave him my heart. And somewhere along the way… he gave me his. THE END

He’d made sure of it. No contact. No mistakes. But he’d come back every night since he walked away. Just to make sure she was still breathing. Just to confirm that no one else had found her. Just to see her. It was pathetic. Nicholas Romanov didn’t do obsession. Didn’t do longing. But Chloe… she had crawled into his bloodstream, into the gaps between his loyalty and his rage, and made a home there. She haunted him worse than Isaac’s death. Every time he closed his eyes, he saw her. The way her lips trembled when she whispered Isaac. The way she didn’t plead. The way she looked so damn broken—and still didn’t blame him.

I stand frozen in the archway of the main ballroom, champagne flute trembling so violently in my hand that the crystal sings a funeral dirge as I watch the two people I would die for murder me without even blinking. Maya and Derek. My sister in everything but blood and the boy I've loved with every broken piece of my heart for two endless years. They're pressed against the marble pillar in the center of the room like Greek gods claiming their temple. His hands fisted in her hair while her legs wrapped around his waist as they kiss with consuming hunger. Everyone is watching and smiling. The sight burns through my retinas, searing itself into my brain where it will live forever… the moment I