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She was like April sky, sunrise in her eyes Child of light, shining star, fire in her heart Brightest day, melting snow, breaking through the chill October and April He was like frozen sky in October night Darkest cloud, endless storm, raining from his heart Coldest moon, deepest blue, tearing down the spring October and April Like hate and love, worlds apart This fatal love was like poison Right from the start Like light and dark, worlds apart This fatal love was like poison Right from the start We were like loaded guns, sacrificed our lives We were like love undone, craving to entwine Fatal touch, final thrill, love was bound to kill October and April (...) The Rasmus ft. Anette Olzon - Oc

It clings to the earth in wisps, swirling around the broken stones of the old walls, veiling the lilacs in ghostly silver. I sit by my window, chin resting on my knees, watching the heavy night press against the glass. My desk, not far from where I am, is filled with crumpled paper. Evidence of my failed attempts at writing a worthy letter that I aim to send to secret and not-so-secret Lycan supporters that exist in the kingdom. I'm not so smart that I can still memorize who are pro-Lycans in the future. But knowing that there are some existing in this kingdom is more than enough for me.

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It belongs to him, but I’m not telling him that. Colin rips my shirt off without ever breaking our kiss. His pajama pants fight to keep his erection caged when he rubs it against my lace-covered core. The tingles soak the lace in need. Colin pulls away from me, his hazel eyes swirling with gold. I can only guess his wolf is present to. The dance of colors is mesmerizing. His eyes never leave mine as he flicks the lace underwear off my body. He takes a deep breath. The smell of my desire turns his eyes black.

And after my death, you had me—the dignified daughter of the Chapman family—wrapped in a straw mat and thrown into a mass grave. I cocked my eyebrow at him. "I heard you did the same to Camilla after her death. You really have a thing for throwing dead bodies into mass graves, don't you? It's something you haven't changed even after two lifetimes!" "Gigi, you… you've been reborn, too?" he asked shakily. "I should've seen you for what you were in my past life, Maurice—a worthless piece of trash," I snarled. Maurice's strength left him when he learned I'd also been reborn. His knees buckled, and he collapsed onto the floor.

Her breathing was tense and her legs jittery. “Move,” a guard growled, nudging me forward as he shot me a deadly glare. As we walked deeper into the city, I couldn't help but ponder on the eerie feeling I felt within. The stench of dirt and blood that filled the air, the odd looking lycans that glared at us as we walked, all these made my skin crawl. Thorn led us deeper into the castle, until we arrived at a worn out cell, filled with other slaves roaming about in chains.

I could not understand why the slave reminded me so much of her. Probably it was because of her excellent performance. Ashina was just like that and even the way she spoke. Everything just made me remember Ashina. I need some time to process this and the fact that a slave was able to crack this problem when I spent weeks and sleepless nights on it. When I am calm and I have gotten myself together, I will be able to look into this matter properly. I walked away, leaving her with Damon

Caroline, a she-wolf who has been considered a monster since she was a child, can she break the tragedy spell and find her MATE?

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The smoke disappeared into the air. The candles and incenses were lit on the table to create a flicker in the breeze blowing through the kitchen. She placed the crystals in the oven. Red for blood, fire, violence, health and danger. Orange for change and yellow for mourning. Black for evil and dark. She began stirring the crystals in the oven with a wooden spoon as she chanted a spell. The oven became so hot the spoon began to catch fire. She reached over to the sink and filled a glass with water. She propelled the glass of water onto the fire. The steam spelled out Slaughter Hill. The spell was completed.