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“In the novel, nothing. But in theory.” He turned his glass. “Attention,” he said. “You have to want to close it badly enough to keep trying. Thomas stops wanting to. That’s the real end of the marriage. Before the vous, before the full name. When he stops wanting to find the word.” She looked at him. “You’ve been finding the word,” she said. “In every email.” “So have you,” he said. She held her glass. “The chapter twelve question,” she said. “Why you used the full name.”

Author Q&A – Let’s Talk Hey everyone! 👋 Thank you so much for reading Sinful desires: Fatal bonds, along with Zero, Aldric, Seraphiel, and now the mysterious Elias. The story has taken some dark, spicy, and emotional turns. I want to hear directly from you. Drop your answers (or new questions) in the comments below. I’ll try to reply to as many as possible! Here we go: 1. What are your current thoughts on Elias? Do you like him, distrust him, or find him strangely attractive? Why?

We pressed together, moving in sync, a dance of desire, of flirtation, of sinful hunger that had us both trembling. “Kai… can we?,” I whispered, my voice low, shaky, desperate. He chuckled darkly, brushing his lips over my ear. “hmm,” he breathed, and the shiver that ran through me made my whole body ache. Every touch, every kiss, every fleeting brush of our hands was a promise, a temptation, a delicious torment that neither of us wanted to end. I lifted myself up, He pulled my trousers down fully, and my cock sprang free, hot and hard. His face lowered, and his lips closed around the tip.

The sin of greed. “My husband is really territorial and easily got jealous. That’s why I avoided men all the time. I can’t even talk to his friends for ten minutes.” Thea stated. She then chuckled and looked at the man who was wearing a black coat. There were seven of them who were talking not far away from the three ladies. Thea was wearing a white dress, which was Ace wife. Ace was a pure vampire while Thea was half breed, a human and vampire. A woman who was silent on her left side was Lily, Spade's fiancé which was the sin of lust. Well, ‘lust’ is a dark word indeed. But Lily looks so innocent compared to Spade who was a flirty man.

“You like the Prince. You fell in love with him the day that you first met. You covet the only person that you should not, while all along and stupidly you are trying to convince yourself that you are not. But I knew it all, for you cannot hide the desire and lust that’s growing inside of you.” “My desire, that lust?” Bewildered and now puzzled for the things that could be a lie, but can also be the truth. Worst it is pushing Alliah into the corner where she will have nothing else left to have but to accept such tragedy of her life. “Your lust for his love and your desire for you to have him. The sin that is already eating you and fast deep inside. You cannot escape from that no matter how h

she said quietly, “that pieces are missing. Things you don’t see yet. Or maybe things you’ve been made not to see. Or things you've been robbed of." My wolf snarled inside me, restless. Every nerve in my body burned for answers, but the more she spoke, the darker the room seemed to get—thicker air, colder stone. Almost as if she wasn’t the one I was talking to. Katherine’s voice dropped lower. “Liam and Fiona… they’re not what they seem.” I stilled. “I know that already.”

Author’s Note to the Reader Dear Reader, What you are about to step into is not just a love story. It’s a tangled web of passion, betrayal, secrets, and the quiet ache of discovering the truth behind the people we think we know. Jacqueline’s journey is one many of us know too well, the journey of holding on when we should let go, of chasing stability while craving fire, of mistaking comfort for love. Her story unfolds in layers: through the haunting grip of her dreams, the unraveling of a once-promising engagement, and the magnetic pull of a man who exists both in her subconscious and in the shadows of her waking life.

“We could live for centuries. Never age, never weaken. Our senses are already heightened; imagine what we’ll be capable of when the transformation completes.” “You knew,” I said quietly. “You knew what would happen when you called us here.” She didn’t deny it. “I suspected. Katalin’s journals were… illuminating. And I wanted to see you both again. Is that so terrible?” “You’ve damned us,” David said. “I’ve freed us.” She turned, passionate now. “David, you hate your life so don’t pretend otherwise. The corporate law, the loveless marriage, the slow death of routine. And Samuel, what are you running from? Because you’ve been running since that summer ended.”

Chapter 3: Sacrilegious Surrender The weight of our escalating sins pressed upon me like the stone walls of the convent, unyielding and cold. Each dawn brought the tolling bells, calling us to prayer, but my devotions had twisted into something profane. From the pulpit, I spoke of redemption, yet my gaze lingered on Elena during mass, her form shrouded in black but her posture betraying the subtle shifts—thighs pressing together, cheeks heating under the veil. She was unraveling, her faith fracturing under the onslaught of desire, and I reveled in it. The priest in me recoiled, whispering of damnation, but the man—the dominant force she'd awakened—yearned to push further, to bind her not jus

Soft. Sweet. Addictive. God. I wanted her more than I should. More than was safe. And the worst part? It wasn’t only lust. If it were just lust, this would’ve been easier. But Isabella made me feel things I hadn’t felt in years. Things I buried a long time ago. The last woman who made me feel this way was Selene. Amelia’s mother. My jaw tightened instantly at the thought of her. That woman nearly destroyed me once.