Novel & Cerita Spare Me Great Lord Review

CRACK! The ornate pillar shattered, sending fragments flying everywhere. The entire manor shook. Everyone cowered, terrified by the display of raw power. This was the true strength of a thousand-year-old pureblood Lord. Corvus lay in the rubble, blood trickling from his mouth. He struggled to look up at me. His eyes were filled with disbelief and fear. I walked toward him slowly, each step radiating absolute authority. "Now," I said, looking down on him. "Let's settle some old debts."

I was the only one still trapped in the hatred of three years ago. I lit the candles and bowed my head before them. "Mom. Baby. I saw them again. "Julian Sterling thinks I'm going to save him." I gave a cold laugh. "This time, I'll send them to hell with my own hands."

Content Warnings!!! Contains mature themes, political violence, blood and vampire content, steamy romance scenes, and complex moral choices suitable for adult readers. "Test it anyway." "Commander." Dorothea's voice carried a tremor Velis had never heard before. She was staring at the blood with the expression of a devotee beholding a religious relic. "The resonance is... I can feel it from here. It's calling to something primal, something that predates conscious thought."

“Are you referring to the time you made our son kneel all night on your brother’s death anniversary until he caught a severe fever? Or when you left us behind at gunpoint, choosing to abandon your wife and child?” My voice turned cold as ice. “From the moment you made that choice, James, there was nothing left between us, except hatred.” Gasps rippled through the room. All eyes turned toward him—some shocked, others filled with disgust. As it turned out, he wasn’t Luke, but Luke’s brother James, who abandoned his own wife and son just to claim the throne. Hilary’s face twisted in panic. She lunged forward, grabbing my arm. “You’re lying! You filthy woman! He’s the Don. He’s my husband, Luke!

He looked at least 6'1". He had striking features and a strong brow. There was something sharp about him, a quiet intensity lurking beneath his polished exterior. He looked like a blade sheathed in velvet, dangerous but carefully concealed. Henry Lockhart was the heir to a renowned family of doctors. I knew that name. Before my death in my previous life, I'd seen him on the news. He had exposed a major corporation for illegal organ trafficking that triggered a nationwide scandal. That corporation had been Fletcher Group. Henry looked around the classroom. His gaze landed on me for a second. In that brief moment, I felt him evaluating me. It wasn't the way a boy looked at a girl. Instead, it