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Well what do you know… It's Linda now, huh? “My God…” Belinda giggled, playfully slapping Henry on the chest. “You haven't changed much yourself.” She said, stepping closer. “At least give me a hug, will you?” Oh hell to the damned no. I stepped between them, just as she reached for Henry. “Hi, Mrs White.” I grinned. She blinked, stepping back a bit. “Uhh… hi?” “I'm Rosie. Rosie Alphonse,” I said, taking her hand in mine.

Two already gone. Two left. In the swaying dark, Raven Winterstar—scion of death, girlfriend of a vampire princess—waited for the end she could no longer fight. And somewhere far behind, in a crimson castle, Victoria Rose stared west through a tower window, blood still drying on her cheeks like unshed tears. She had not slept. She would not sleep. Not until Raven was home. Or until the world burned trying to keep her away.

Just because he was the only one among them speaking to me like an actual person doesn't mean he won't kill me like the others I saw him decapitate. It should scare me, speaking to him. Instead, it made me feel oddly safe, which was probably the most disturbing thing of all. "Why am I here?" I asked, needing to understand. "And don't give me some vague answer. I want the truth." Noir studied my face for a long moment, his expression unreadable. "To let everyone in our world know that you're under our protection," he said finally. "No one will touch you while you're with us," His eyes scanned the crowd strangely before they settled on me again. "They already know you are Elijah's sister, that

From the darkness emerged someone none of them expected. Alejandro Delgado. Alive. Bloodied. Bruised. But unmistakably him. Thiago stared, speechless. Gabriel swore under his breath. Esteban paled. Inés’s knees weakened. “You’ve got to be kidding me,” Alejandro rasped. His gaze landed on Esteban. “Nice to see you’ve been keeping my face warm.” Esteban’s mask shattered. Before anyone could speak, a sharp whistle pierced the air. Gunfire erupted from the trees.

Her voice was soft, almost tearful. Silas immediately stood up. "Don't be scared, I'll be right there." I grabbed the corner of his coat. "Silas, I'm not done talking to you—" "We'll talk another time. Wynter's alone, I can't leave her like that." He pulled his coat free and walked out without looking back. After he left, I asked the nurse to check the condition of that rich tycoon's daughter. As expected, she had been given Silas' new drug. In three months, her condition had stabilized, and she was already living a normal life.

Rose I open my eyes before falling down onto the ground—hitting my arms hard. Groaning, I use both of my palms to try and push my body up as I look around, seeing that I'm in an unfamiliar dark room. My eyes wander around the room until they landed on Elia who is currently standing near the glass window; smoking his cigarette.

“Alpha Hades. I am Owen, acting beta for this group of wolves. We are bound to the Red Rose, her secret warriors. She had ordered us to fight with you and help to defeat Roman. She also bade me tell you that this is also the will of Lydia, your Luna.” He bows his head and before I can overcome my shock to answer him, a rogue jumps at us in an attempt to kill him. I catch it by the neck and rip it’s throat out with my bare hands, showering poor Owen in it’s blood. I place my hand on his shoulder and he stands, before nodding and shifting to continue the fight. ** “Lydia sent them here?” “Looks like it Cer.” “But, when?” “She must have put it in place before she...”

I asked her, and she looked at the water and looked at me. "You won't gain the magic of the Valkin," she said, and I was in shock. "Your mate has no wolf. You can only gain the magic when her wolf comes. She is just as good as a chosen for now," she said, and I was shocked. I looked at Maxwell and Clay, and the shock registered on their faces too. "Will she ever gain her wolf?" I asked, and she looked at me. "What is her name?" Elsa asked. "Scarlett Vladislav," Clay responded, and she looked at us.

So Rosita, Daphne and Lance stood talking with Serena. Rosita was a tall, slim woman who looked like a mexican beauty queen. She was wearing a completely transparent, full length, form fitting dress that permitted no more than six inch steps. She had whispered to him at the door "I won't have it on long anyway, Lance. You'll spend some time with me tonight, won't you?" He had just grinned.

/No… Please…/ She took one last look at the door to the room. /Vlad./ Unbeknownst to everyone, Rosa was indeed alive and well during this past month. She sulked over how Vanora had the very thing she had always dreamed of, and how she got it without even trying and wanting it. To drown out her sorrows, she had been frequenting all the sleazy places anyone could think of. She indulged herself in all the sinful pleasures. Amidst this, she coincidentally got acquainted with the hell beings that were a part of Vlad’s current army. After realising who they were, she intentionally maintained contact with them. She acted with pure intentions but subtly suggested how they could probe for the couple’