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The moment she spotted me, her face lit up, and she rushed over to grab my hand. "Liam, this man's a scammer. He says this place is for sale, but this is our wedding home. How could you possibly sell it?" I shook her hand off and responded calmly, "I'm the one selling it. This was supposed to be our wedding home, but that ended the day we called off the wedding." Her eyes widened in disbelief. She began, "Are you still upset with me? I already explained everything that day. Besides, it only happened once with Julian, and it was just to fulfill his dying wish.

I did not allow the mercenaries to kill Moon. I just had her limbs crippled and sent her to the same mental hospital. She was Ryan’s neighbor there. I bribed the doctors and nurses. Moon and Ryan would spend their days there and experience the same “treatments” Xavier had endured. They would live in endless torment. That was the punishment they deserved! Under Lydia’s control, Sterling Corp gradually stabilized. She acted ruthlessly. She cleared out the rot within the company and took absolute control.

His cock sprang free…thick, heavily veined, and glistening with a bead of precum at the tip. I wrapped my fingers around the burning base, feeling the heavy pulse of his blood against my palm. Leaning forward, I took the swollen head into my mouth. My tongue swirled around the ridge, teasing the sensitive slit before I sank lower, letting him fill my mouth inch by inch.

- I told him. He nodded and pulled several books out from one of the stacks and set them in front of me. I opened the top book and ran my fingers over the runes in the title. It was beautifully written as if each word was drawn with love and attention to detail. Now that I looked at it, it reminded me of a combination of Norse and Old English. Nerrian pulled his chair closer and pointed to the first word, speaking it in my mind than out loud in Draygonian. With his help, I repeated the word over and over again until I perfected it.

THE BLOODS EMPIRE **CLAN** Anya followed Guna like a little girl who is being offered some cookies, She looked careful at what the house looked like and how it was decorated, to her the entire house and the people living in it are weirdos. She does not know anything about the mafia or their families, But she has heard stories. Terrifying stories about them through her school mate, but she does not choose to believe any of them. 'that can’t happen to me' she thought and scoffs.

That afternoon, Serena's phone wouldn't stop buzzing. Unknown numbers. Nonstop calls. Her screen lit up with message after message—vile, cruel, endless. She could handle the hate. Barely. But what cut deeper? Her studio was getting dragged with her. Angry users swarmed the company's page: [Fire the homewrecker! What are you waiting for?] [Only trash studios hire mistresses—hope you crash and burn.] [Serena Saun better get on her knees and apologize to Maggie Cheape!]

“You… Stinger briefly glared at Harvey before showing a furious and gloomy smile. “Good! Very good! “I’ve been roaming the underworld for many years now! I’ve killed countless Gods of War and Kings of Arms in my time! “I even single-handedly took down a special forces team with hundreds of people! “But even so, I’ve never seen a man as arrogant as you! “What goes around, comes around! “I’ll remember this! “I’m sure that our paths will cross again soon enough!” “You talk too much. You have one more second…” Slap slap slap! Stinger went up to Mandy before slamming his knees to the ground. Then, he started slapping himself relentlessly. “I’m sorry, Ms. Zimmer!

Harold stammered, trying to sound like a student found smoking in the school environment was something that happened everyday. “You're cool,” the student said with eyes of administration as he walked to Harold. His breath as he neared Harold was choky but he, Harold, didn't say or do anything. “My name is Drew and I'm a vampire. That explains why this room is —” he looked around the room in one glance then back at Harold “— this way.” He expected a verbal response from Harold and when there was none, he continued. “We can make some changes in here if that's what you'll like.” He took in long, deep breath and out, causing the smoke to make his voice not too visible.