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ONE NIGHT DEAL (One Night Love’s Book 2) Blurb: In order to find the truth about their son’s case and whereabouts, Freya and Jacob decided to make a ONE NIGHT DEAL. Pretense, denial, deception, and secret love. They planned a game, but what if fate also played with them? Can they win the game of love? Is there a chance for a complete and a happy family, or will it be completely destroyed by those who oppose their unity?

In remembrance! In remembrance! Lord Nox, the God of War, succumbed to the siege by the Ten Nations and perished in the treacherous Ocean of Death. The battleground witnessed not only the staining of azure waters but also a sea adorned with lifeless forms, as Lord Nox, with unmatched prowess, faced and conquered the formidable lions of the Ten Nations.Contrary to popular belief attributing Lord Nox's demise to the collective might of the Ten Nations, the truth unfolds that the one responsible for extinguishing his life was none other than the woman who held the deepest place in his heart.In the passage of time, Nox Greenshade stood atop the towering peaks, gazing upon the vast expanse below

I'm quiet because I actually feel guilty about all of this, I feel like I would have been able to do something. “No, that's not it, mom. I'm not scared of the news, and I will not get any nightmares,” I say and mom smiles. “Goodnight honey!” mom says and I wave, “Goodnight mom,” I say. She flips my light switch off and darkness floods the entire room. I turn off my phone and now I'm in absolute darkness, the kind of darkness where I can't even tell whether I'm lying or standing. After a few seconds of counting sheep, I fade. into my subconscious, gradually.

Kal became a part of their pack and since he still had friends in the main lands, he was able to blend in to source for food and the information needed to survive and draft attacks plans on mainlanders all for survival. Or greed? The Night’s clan rolled in and out often, attacking other clans, and eventually succeeded in overthrowing a nearby pack in the main lands. They finally settled in the Northern aisles and developed a small community there. Their pack soon became the most feared amongst the other neighboring packs but they wanted more power to overthrow the Western aisles which was led by Lucas. They knew they could not defeat Lucas alone so they devised a plan which was to gain his t

The girl stood alone and looked at Lux from a distance. "Oh, you bastard, the old man! He did it again!” Rosa who berated her boss. It was obvious that she was very upset with her boss. After that, Lux who was wearing an all-black outfit with short shorts, a short-sleeved shirt, along with black gloves. Not to forget, she wore frye boots and also changed her hairstyle into a ponytail. The blonde-haired girl entered a closed place and gathered with several people wearing all black. She lined up like the others and standing near a man with light brown hair.

unstoppable. “We will end her... tonight.”

“That’s all youthink about when you see me—getting into my pants like a god-damned pervert.” “You really have no shame, do you?” I hissed, but his deep chuckle resonated through the phone, sending chills down my spine. “You know, bad girls deserve to be punished, Blue,” he said, his tone dripping with dark promises. In that moment, I felt the thrill of danger and vulnerability intertwine, the night unraveling around me like a wild tapestry, and I couldn’t help but wonder how far I’d let it go. "Maybe I want to be punished."

Mine felt trapped, smothering. I remembered the girl I used to beAva Sinclair, twenty-two, filled with sketches, paint-stained fingers, laughs that came naturally. That girl was gone. In her place stood a woman dressed in silk and silence, her every move watched. I pressed my face against the glass. The city whispered lures. Just one night, it seemed to say. One night to feel alive. One night to break free. Behind me, the sound of Charles’ footsteps echoed. I stiffened.

However, I gradually craved being intimate even during the day. To cope with the constant, restless discomfort, I bought panties with a pearl-lined gusset. The friction as I walked provided some relief, but it was a frustratingly shallow substitute. I knew this was far from a real solution. My body had been tuned to its peak sensitivity from the wild experiments of my youth with Trevor. The more it was teased, the more it demanded. Being left so unsatisfied now was pure torture.