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Lucian. Scarlett had deliberately asked me to reject her in the presence of Stasia because she knew I couldn't. She wanted to hurt Stasia. I knew it was normal for her to feel jealous of Stasia. Scarlett was my fated mate after all; the mate bond compels her to, but that was low of her. She, of all people, knows that I feel nothing for her, yet she had to stir shit up. It took a lot of effort to bring Stasia to live with me, and I knew I would have hell to pay. Clay and Maxwell would be livid that I let Stasia come stay with me. My wolf, Tiger, was already giving me a tough time about it. He wanted Scarlett, but I could not accept a tainted whore as my mate. I did not know why the moon godde

At Imperial Club… Bob stood by the side and made himself as invisible as possible, sighing inwardly as he took a glance at the three beautiful women in the room. Zidane had gone out, probably to pick up his friend, while Juniper and Cole already knew why they were captured. Juniper asked anxiously, “Kayson, can you save Grandpa Hunter?” Kayson nodded. “Of course. Let’s wait for Grandpa Gould’s news first.” The man who had stepped up to stop Steelification Doyen so Juniper could escape to Northspring was Hunter Dodd. Hunter was a peak-level grandmaster who practiced the art of fists.

Sylvester said with a wicked grin "Now pull my pants with your hand." Sandra pulled his pants down and his dick sprang up immediately. Sandra's eyes went wide as she saw how huge he was. It was long, fat with veins. She have never seen a dick as big as that. She pulled it down to his ankle and he kicked it off. Sylvester was now totally naked with his raging hard monster dick pointing at his little step daughter. Sandra reaches out and wrap her soft hand around his shaft, her fingers coming nowhere near meeting along the thick member. She slowly began to stroke him from base to the tip, feeling him grow harder under her tender touch.

Evelyn Brooks sat at a secluded booth dressed in all black—a fitted blazer, gloves, and a pair of dark-tinted sunglasses she didn’t remove even indoors. To anyone watching, she looked like a woman in mourning. In reality, she was a woman plotting. Across from her sat a man known only in whispers. Scorpion. He was lean, sharp-eyed, and carried the type of tension that came from living on the wrong side of the law for too long. His fingers drummed quietly on the table as he scanned the bar repeatedly, never looking relaxed, always alert. He finally spoke. “You’re playing a dangerous game, madam. The woman you’re asking about… she is not small. She’s a big target.”

The next moment, with a bang, a Red Willow Fire Scorpion as big as a bed smashed into the place where Zoila Yellow had just stood. The ground trembled. "What the hell!" Sue White also took a step back in shock, and her face turned pale. The Red Willow Fire Scorpion's body alone was already so savage. The long fur on its head was as black as ink and as sharp as a thorn. Anyone who saw it would feel as though their hearts were about to pop out of their throats. "It’s dead. There's nothing to be afraid of." Hearing Caspian's words, Zoila Yellow and Sue White stuck their heads out again and found that the shockingly big Red Willow Fire Scorpion did not move at all. From its head to its back, the

The cobweb hanging all along the passage was enough to tell that it hadn't been in use for a long time, but footprints and a few broken cobwebs here and there were enough to prove what he said. "Blow all the passages before blowing this dungeon. Whoever is behind this, he has a good knowledge of all the old passages and tunnels." Cassius instructed him coldly. Sylvester suddenly snarled angrily and moved on his heels. "Gabriel, he attacked Dillon when Dillon was escorting Mom to Dad's office. Mom injured him." Sylvester informed them, making all of them narrow their eyes.

He laughed and said, "Sure! This will be your home from now on. All you girls have to do is be good and serve me well." "Thank you, Sylvester." "Hahaha!" Sylvester was unaware that the lobby was filled with murderous intent. At that moment, Helen drew her dagger from inside her sleeve and stabbed Sylvester in the throat while the latter was still laughing. Spurt!!! Still stunned, blood gushed out from Sylvester's neck.

And Alexandro had every reason to win. Maeron struck with a dark blade that screamed with every swing, but Alexandro dodged and retaliated, claws slicing deep into Maeron’s chest. A roar erupted from his throat as he drove his opponent back, blow after blow, until finally he landed the hit that changed it all—a feral strike across the heart. Maeron staggered. Blood gushed from his side as he dropped to one knee, panting, coughing up the centuries he had cheated death. He looked up just in time to see Serena above Solmyra, her foot pressing the witch down, her hands ready to end it all.

She squeals out. Mmm, I love hearing her call out my name. Scarlett pushed on my chest, turning me over so that I was below her. She climbed on top of me, swiftly taking me inside of her. She gripped onto the headboard and began rocking her hips back and forth. I held her hips tightly, enjoying every damn second, loving the feeling of her tightly around me. I swatted her ass as she moved against me, and this made her cry out. I did it again, but harder. I felt her walls beginning to tighten around me, which told me she wasn’t going to last much longer.

It was better to just be honest. "Let's take it slow." He kissed me softly and tenderly. "Say you love me, Estie." I mumbled, "I love you." "Who am I?" "Leon." In my dazed state, I added, "I love you, Leon." He finally seemed satisfied. "I'm going in, Estie." The emptiness in me was filled, and my whole body was enveloped in a searing heat. I felt like a bird soaring into the clouds.