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I pleaded. Cecily looked over her shoulder shifting her attention back to The Moor. "You think you can snap your fingers and kill us? I'm harder to get rid of than that. Pull out your guns and knives and I'll still kick your ass." Maybe there was quicksand in Florida and it would swallow me. I really should have mentioned vampires during her million and one rounds of questions. Something like... vampires could end the human race as well as beastkind in a matter of weeks. Or maybe... vampires actually rule the world, humans just don't know it.

The lecture hall emptied slowly, students shuffling papers, zipping backpacks, murmuring about weekend plans. Sophia lingered at her desk in the third row, pretending to scribble notes long after everyone else had gone. She knew he’d notice. He always noticed. Professor Elias Grant stood at the podium, closing his laptop with deliberate care. Mid-forties, tall, broad-shouldered, with salt-and-pepper hair that made him look distinguished rather than old. His tailored charcoal suits fit like they were made for sin, and his voice—deep, precise, commanding—had been the soundtrack to her filthiest fantasies all semester.

Until dawn crept through the curtains. Until the package arrived. Until tomorrow became today. And the fantasy The forbidden, addictive, all-consuming fantasy Became forever. Fade out on the snow. On two new passports lying open on the dresser. On two gold bands glinting in the wea k morning light. On her moan soft, satisfied as he whispered against her skin: “The fantasy never has to end.”

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“I’m so glad you’re here to watch out for me,” she said. “You’re my new best friend. We girls gotta stick together. And you know what?” “What?” I asked. “Where’s the guy who promised to bring me coffee? My head feels like there’s a thunderstorm in it.” “I didn’t know somebody was getting you coffee.” “Not just somebody,” she said, with a dreamy look. “An angel. The caffeine angel.” I almost laughed at her, but I didn’t feel that would be appropriate. “You’re so wasted,” I

If you’re below eighteen, you should not read these books as they feature a lot of violence, gore and sex. If you’re a fan of fantasy series with werewolves, demons, vampires, witches, gods and whatnot, you can read THE WICKED GAMES, which is the first in the series called The Spirileaxus Saga. Unfortunately, none of the books in this series is standalone, so you have to read them in chronological order. You can also go for CURSED BLESSINGS. Again, this is book one in the series The Blessed Ones.

I may make myself sick with my charade, but if I can get Moby out of his funk, I'll try anything. When I open the bedroom door, the smell of my favorite brew assaults my senses. I find Moby sitting on the couch the way he would any Saturday morning: a cup of coffee in hand, a magazine in his lap, and him stretched out in comfy clothes. Phoenix cuddles next to him as if they're lifelong companions. I know as soon as he looks at me, Dr. Jekyll is in the room, which is a good thing. I can talk to Dr. Jekyll. Dr. Jekyll and I can have a rational conversation and possibly even formulate a plan for our future. "Hey, baby," he calls as he pats the seat on the couch next to him. "Come sit with me."

I tend to do that a lot. “How surprising.” Sungul drawled out sarcastically. She motioned for me to sit down, her wand appearing swiftly with the snap of her fingers. As my teacher impatiently waited for me to take a seat on my stool, her wand began to ooze a lavender mist. “A familiar is a bond.” Sungul began, “A link that transcends boundaries of the physical realm and the spiritual. You are your familiar and your familiar is you, inextricably bound. Some, as you may have already seen, take the form of animals,” A flurry of different animals appeared before me. From a slew of fluffy mammals to a heap of reptiles. A flock of birds flapping their wings and a lot of aquatic animals swimming a