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He huffed at me, and as soon as I looked at him, I saw the annoyance in his eyes. It was then that everything clicked into place in my head in a snap, sending cold chills down my spine. I instantly recalled where I had come across his kind of smell before, and that made my eyes widen as I jumped up to my feet, backing away from him as terror rushed through me like an electric current. That moment when I shifted into a vampire instead of my wolf, his kind of smell was what filled the room and swirled around me. Oh no.. "What is it?" He asked with a sneer as he buttoned his shirt.

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she continued. I didn’t wait for further directions and headed that way. Sara was right. The library was crammed with books so rare that I didn’t even think they existed. I ran my fingers over them and stopped at the supernatural section. Werewolves. The variety of these books was astonishing. A Hidden History or Under the Full Moon. But the one that caught my attention was The Grim Howl.

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Written by Evelyn Mba ©®©® @Paranormal @Romance MR. GORGEOUS Two weeks flew by... The sun shone brightly..the wind blew caressing each skin. Roxanne stood on the balcony of the library, her eyes fixed on the book on her hands. It was too abnormal to her.. she was reading a paranormal story, something she has never read before. It was all about Wolf's. She sighed and closed the book. The book title was; A DEMON IN LOVE

He shifted slightly, pushing himself up onto one elbow so he could face her more directly, and the movement brought him closer to her without breaking the contact between their hands. Up close, he could see the faint translucence that still clung to her edges, the way the light passed through strands of her hair just slightly differently than it should have, but none of that mattered. She was present. She was here with him. Emotion swelled unexpectedly in his chest. “You know,” he said quietly, “I used to think ghosts would be terrifying if they were real.” A small, uncertain smile flickered across her lips. “But you…” He exhaled softly. “You’re the least scary thing I’ve ever seen.”

Her whimpers and moans were filling his ears with unexplainable pleasure. Damon: Ughh princess I l-love you so much. He whispered near her lips increasing his pace and slamming himself more hard and fast in her making her body to tremble under him. They both felt the ecstasy of the moment. That time there was no mafia king or an innocent possession but instead, there was only a husband making love to his wife. The night just fell making the whole room turned darker as Damon already broke the lamps but the moans of pleasure and growls of satisfaction filled the darkroom with only the proof of a big bad alpha.

His wrinkled face looked like it was crawling with countless wriggling worms. I shuddered and stepped back, whispering to Silvia, "Good thing I've got you. This place is terrifying." She snorted and suddenly shoved me forward, straight toward George. With an icy laugh, she said, "This pretty boy will make a great offering. You're going to love him." Before I could react, George gestured, and several eerie puppets stepped forward to pin me down and drain my blood. A sharp bell rang out, echoing through the night.

The books here were faintly covered in dust. As he reached out to the top shelf, his eyes fell on a familiar thick black book lying on the floor. The Art Of The Body. Before he could stop himself, his eyes flicked up and locked with Scarlett. She didn't look away, but a deep blush gradually spread across her cheeks. That book brought back memories, and for a moment, he forgot the unspoken tension between them. He looked away finally and pulled out several dusty books from the shelf. Two were about old werewolves, one about vampires, and the last one was about witches.