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CLARA. "Do you take Alaric Voss as your lawfully wedded husband?” The priest’s voice echoes, distant, unclear. I can’t breathe. Blood—there’s my blood… my flesh—ah—it’s tearing, hot, wet, slipping through my fingers. Wolf… its claws, teeth, ripping me. I’m… my— My fingers twitch, and I’m back, my eyes snapping open. The world snaps into place. There’s soft music playing somewhere around, and flowers—the faint scent of roses and polished wood.

I sat down in front of the computer and opened a folder labeled Wedding Preparation. Photos slid across the screen one after another. Reception layouts. Invitation designs. Ceremony music. Floral arrangements. Standing behind me, Jaeren frowned. “You’re checking these again?” “You’ve gone over them countless times already.” Yes. Countless times. Every last detail had once been prepared by me, piece by piece, with my own hands. But the girl who had once looked forward to this wedding with all her heart had already died in that church fire. Jaeren bent down until he was nearly against my cheek, his voice lowering.

Terror like I've never experienced before sinks its nasty claws into my chest, embedding a new level of fear into me and tattooing the ungodly sensation on my soul. I will set the world on fire, transforming cities into ash, and shattering bloodlines until I reunite with my wife. Someone killed my best friend and took my queen. This means war. And I’m not afraid to call upon the devil himself to walk beside me for one last dance before I go to hell.

Without a glance back, he commanded, "Chop Jimmy up and feed him to the dogs. As for Lilyanne, strip her and send her to the red-light district. Once she has serviced 99 men, send the photographs to her husband. He'll know what to do." It was midnight by the time Derek got back to the estate. The fire in the basement had been put out, but the mercenaries reported that my body was nowhere to be found. Letting out a small sigh of relief, Derek dialed my number over and over. Yet, he did not get an answer. Just as he was about to make his 100th call attempt, his phone vibrated. He received a video recording of me being pushed into a fire pit. "Saving us some trouble, just like you wished."

I felt his scorching gaze on my body though, it was so intense and I felt the sound that came off his throat from that gulp he couldn't avoid swallowing loudly. I was just wearing a velvet dress that clung so nicely to my body with one slit on the side. It was long enough stopping inches below my knees but the slit was all the way up to mid thigh. It also had spaghetti straps and an inbuilt bra that had nothing much to hide. If you ask me, I was decent. I was also wearing black velvety mules that matched my black dress. I chose black to match my mood since I wasn't planning to come if not for the sweet Anley's persistence but why was I melting? Maybe it was his gaze on my body, or was my cle

Her eyes widened, her breath hitching as she stumbled backward just slightly, the force of the venom in his voice had her freezing on the spot. The guests clapped politely, oblivious to the storm raging at the altar. Jaxon didn’t move, his fists clenching at his sides. This wasn’t just a mistake—it was an insult. And Kallista, standing in front of him, looked even more lost than he felt. The choir began to sing again, but all Kallista could hear was roaring in her ears.

She made no effort to stifle her passionate and loud moans, which echoed through the walls into my room. "Yes! Yes! Harder! Harder!" she screamed. "Who's your daddy?" Mark asked. "You are!" she cried out passionately. Oh, my God! I tried to cover my ears with a pillow, attempting to block out the explicit noise. I couldn't bear it. It was seriously affecting me. I felt incredibly aroused, perhaps even more so than when Mark was narrating his ordeal. My entire body had been responding to Nicholas all along. He was undeniably attractive, and resisting him was proving to be a challenge. His captivating scent lingered in the air, enveloping me with its alluring fragrance.

He goes downstairs and sat at the table, “Shawn can you buy me some tea at the convenience store after school?” “Sure mom, I’ll buy some later.” he started eating his breakfast. After a few minutes, he goes upstairs to get ready for school. He said goodbye to his mom and sister and started walking his way to school. Arthur is waiting for him at the gate, but he is with Cassandra and Raven. He and Arthur fist-bumped, “What’s up dude? You’re the last one to get here. Why does it take you so long this time?” Arthur asked. “I just overslept a bit. But wait, what’s that?” Shawn pointed at the paper bag Cassandra is carrying. “Lily asked me yesterday if I have a wedding veil at home, my mom still

And as the sky's falling down It crashed into this lonely town And with that shadow upon the ground I hear my people screaming out I see fire Inside the mountain I see fire Burning the trees I see fire Hollering souls And I see fire Blood in the breeze I see fire Oh you know I saw the city burning I see fire Feel the heat upon my skin yeah Now I see fire Oh oh oh oh oh oh And I see fire burn auburn up on the mountain side

I lifted her again—bridal, reverent, feral—and spat straight into Darius’s open mouth. Then I snapped my fingers. Black fire—living, light-eating shadow—exploded from my palm and raced across the room. Velvet. Leather. Wood. Flesh. All of it curled, blackened, screamed. Shouts erupted down the hall. I didn’t care. I carried her through the smoke, her arms looped around my neck, lips brushing my jaw. “Black magic is forbidden,” she murmured, voice like sin against my skin. I said nothing. Just got her into the passenger seat, buckled her like she was precious and explosive, then drove—fast, silent, city lights bleeding past like open wounds.