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Penelope asked and the woman bobbed her head again. “It started a long time ago when your great-great-grandfather was in love with a werewolf girl, Liam. They were not mates, but lovers. It was a time when werewolves and Lycans lived together in peace. Their love bloomed so greatly that everybody was jealous of how beautiful their love was and they all took them as their role models. They wanted to get married and live happily together but everything changed when the werewolf girl found her mate, as destined by the Moon Goddess."

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💕(Vampire Romance)💕 🌹🌹 Episode one🌹🌹 .. .. ‘1856’ .. .. “They’re here again, Alexa go on hide” Mr Rutherford said to his daughter as swords clashed against sword’s,fangs pierced skins,tears rolled out of innocent eyes as the vampires took charge of the area. There was nothing left than to surrender but Alexa was stubborn and feisty, always trying to make her way in the world.

“Hey, beautiful. If you’re listening to this, then I’m gone and Remy is playing this message for you. I know, it's a little strange to hear my voice after I’m gone. It’s going to be really hard without me. But Remy and Kai are there for you. Lean on them when you get sad, lonely, want to cry, or, hell, want to laugh. Want a date to dinner? Call them. When you need to feel muscular arms around you or something more, call on them. People are going to pressure you to get back out there, but I know you. You don’t need strangers, you need the familiar. With that, I give you permission to be happy. I believe one of these two jokers is the right man for the job. I trust them. They promised me they

Saturday night at a bar with Sarah, my one reliable friend from college. We'd laughed over cocktails, but her stories of married life, date nights and weekend getaways, only highlighted my solitude. “You need to get out there, Bridget,” she'd said, swirling her martini. “Swipe right on someone exciting.” I'd rolled my eyes, but later, alone in bed, I'd scrolled through dating apps, profiles blurring into sameness….gym selfies, travel pics, generic bios promising ‘adventures.’

Speaking of which. "Are you free this weekend?" She sat up and cuddled against me, her head on my shoulder. "No, mister, I'm very busy." In a breathy Marilyn Monroe voice. When she felt my body sag in disappointment she kissed my neck. More businesslike: "A certain evil stud requires me to pay off a... very... large... debt." She ran a finger up my shrinking length to give added meaning to 'large'. "And I'm definitely not free. Quite expensive, in fact. Can you pick me up?"

“Now what are we to do with her?” “Anything, my dear Clara.” replied Narissa. “Anything at all. We can bring different men to fuck her everyday until her pussy shies away from cocks.” “Good idea.” “I know, right, Loretta?” “Or we could turn your into our very own Onlyfans star. Make money from videos and pictures we sell of you.” “N-no, please.” “What do you say, Renee?” Narissa asked the woman who had been sitting on the bed the whole while. “What makes her so special that our husbands want to die because of her?”

The moment he caught sight of her, he yanked her into his arms, babbling senselessly. "Charlotte, I'm so glad you've come back to me at last, after all this time… I want to spend the rest of my life with you, making you happy… I swear you'll have nothing but the very best… that's why I've spent five years learning how to sweet-talk a woman, buy her gifts… I'm a good kisser, now! I'll be so good to you! I'll make you feel like the luckiest woman who ever lived! So, please… say you'll be mine, won't you? I really, really, really like you…"

Instead, I found myself whispering: “…For how long?” Alexander’s eyes darkened with satisfaction. “Six months. You’ll be mine, completely, for six months. After that, your debt is cleared and you’re free to go.” He pushed off the desk and walked toward me again, stopping so close I could smell his expensive cologne — dark, woody, and dangerously masculine. He leaned down, bringing his lips close to my ear, his breath hot against my skin. “But I should warn you, little girl…” he whispered, his voice dropping into something sinful.