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He could just take the next flight, couldn't he? "Well, if you hadn't come tonight and tried to seduce me..." "Tried and succeeded. This is why you should never think with your penis, Daddy." "Jesus, stop calling me Daddy!" Phil growled. This girl couldn't take anything seriously. Faith was shy and serious, and this girl was wild. How can these two be related and be so different? "Sorry. Anything I can do to help? Do you want me to rebook your flight?" Jody offered.

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I look back at him, stunned and speechless. “You know your mind Daphne, few Omegas resist the chance they’re offered here. Well, I don’t remember one who has exactly. You hit the jackpot with the triplets, you couldn’t have possibly gotten better mates. But this life won’t just be yours anymore. You will share it with six … yes, six beings. While I know for a fact that Liam, Christian and Vance all certainly want nothing more than to see you pregnant, for their hybrid half it isn’t a negotiation.

Zelda burst into the room. “Brie” she shouted I blinked. “What on earth—?” “You need to hear this!” she exclaimed, nearly bouncing with excitement. I sighed. “Can it wait?” “No! Absolutely not.” She slipped inside, shutting the door behind her, and revealed a bundle of clothes hidden under her cloak. Her eyes were wide with excitement. “The triplet Alphas of the Obsidian Fang pack are in town. Triplets, Brie And they’re, gods help me—too gorgeous for words. They’re all tall, gorgeous. They are carved like warriors out of stone. I nearly fainted just hearing about them.”

Book Three of the Badboy Trilogy Written by: Vendité Johnson The Badboy Trilogy Book One: How to Destroy a Badboy Book Two: The Emancipation of a Badboy Book Three: A Rhapsody for the Playboy Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, business, places, events and incidents are either a product of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual person, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

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The pain is a grinding, hollow ache, but it's the hunger that is truly the worst. It claws at my stomach, making every frantic breath shallow and sharp. But I can't stop. I have to keep going, keep putting distance between myself and that crumbling prison—the place I once called "home." Now, it's just The Dubois Orphanage, a name that tastes like ash. Now, it's Hell. I am running from hell at all costs, escaping the devil in the guise of Mr. Dubois. Last night, the sick old man finally crossed the line. His dirty paws. The thought alone sends a wave of revulsion so strong I have to spit on the pavement just to clear the taste. My eighteenth birthday wasn't a celebration; it was the trigger f

Lyra's POV Three days passed, and in those three days Moonveil changed in the way a house changes when it becomes a home to more people than it was originally built to hold, louder, warmer, more complicated, more alive. Children appeared in the corridors. Unfamiliar faces became familiar ones. The woman with the infant learned the names of the kitchen staff on the first day and by the second day was exchanging recipes with them, which was the kind of rapid integration that told you everything about the kind of person she was. The elderly man from the second cluster had a particular interest in the garden and was found in it by dawn on the third day, already talking to Moonveil's head grounds

"It is a long story. Come on." We walked down the hallway toward my room. The sconces on the walls cast soft shadows across the floor. My heart was pounding, and I could feel Tom's eyes on the side of my face. We reached my door, and I stopped. Tom turned to face me. "I want to know the story," he said. "How did you meet him? Are the other men also from that same territory? Have you forgotten what you went through there? The way they treated you? The way they threw you out like garbage?" He crossed his arms. "And you trust them? You trust that they will cooperate with you in finding the virus? Don't you know that the virus has reached the Valdris territory already? That his own people are dy

I had promised myself that there would be no tears on this honeymoon, only smiles, and that I intended on doing. A couple knocks on the door, snapped our attention, and at once, Cameron tore out the bed, going over the door. The figure of Jan stood there was what came into view, the instant he pried the door open. "I'm sorry to interrupt" His words poured out in that thick accent. "But I have a number of locals stood outside the motel, requesting to see the newly weds" "What are you on about?" Followed Cameron, with head peeking out the door, perhaps searching for someone.