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She must have looked up, searching for help that never came. And now she’s just an offering. My jaw tightens, something dark and violent rising in my chest, clawing at my ribs like it wants out. And for what? “Drinking the blood and getting cleansed with it, you’re ready to become a master. You’ll become untouchable and get protected by the brotherhood. Not even the president of this country will ever cross you. In fact, they'll all be under you and your business and interests in general will all be protected as well.” The one standing by the altar says as he lifts the jar.

“Aaagh! Why are immortals so frigging complicated?” “Would you rather we fit neatly into little mortal boxes?” He spoke in a falsetto: “Hello, boys and girls! My name's Satan! I'm the Prince of Darkness and Evil Incarnate. That nice old man over there with a white beard is God. He's your Father, and if you don't believe in him, you'll burn in Hell forever. I'll torture you and roast you up good until your flesh melts on my teeth. Doesn't that sound wonderful? And look over there, at that dead man on a cross- it's Jesus. His Father killed him so he could die for your sins.”

“…Then what was the other meaning?” “The opposite of ‘Satan’— instead of opposing the God of Creation… You— will become the guiding light under the God of Creation’s fate. If it’s you, brat— I’m sure there’s one day you would unite the world under his guidance. Not even something like the Celestial gods and apostles could stop you from doing so.”

But it was enough. It was time for war. Satan stood beside me. His dark, red leather wings flew up, his horns on top of his head big and strong. His eyes were red and black with rage, and the rest around us stepped back fearfully. Nobody would be safe now. Sammi would easily kill all of his brothers if we misstepped. "We go. Now. Extinguish them." Satan said in a strange voice. Once Sammi was in his Satan form, it was near impossible for him to return to his own self. Satan might not even be able to recognize Fay, and he would kill her, as well.

He sat down heavily on the edge of my bed, legs spread wide, and yanked me closer by the wrist until I was standing between his knees, the laptop balanced on one thick thigh right in front of us. The heat coming off his body was insane. My pussy throbbed so bad I had to bite my lip to keep from moaning. He scrolled again, voice turning into this deep, dirty rumble as he read out loud. “Stepdad caught his little slut stepdaughter touching herself to thoughts of him, then face-fucked her throat until she gagged and cried, finally flooding her womb with thick ropes of cum so she’d carry his baby.” He looked up at me, breathing hard. “This is what gets that tight little cunt wet, Sophia? Writing

It was as if he had cast some magical spell on her, that this whole world faded away and all that was left was his exquisite touch. EMMA! She screamed at herself in her head. His black wet locks, his clenched jaw, that alluring Adam apple of his and that rugged stubble and not to mention those dark green eyes of his which were always filled with so much dark depth in them that she felt imprisoned. His tattoos, everything of him speaks to her every cell that this thing was beyond her understanding. Maybe he was a sorcerer for sure and was putting her under a spell. And it was working. Emma shook her head and then breathed in deeply several times. She freaking needs to gather herself up or thi

Can he ignore the attraction he felt for her, feelings that resurfaced after ten years? What will Alyssa do when she is stalked by the man who has been invading her dreams since the day she met him? What will she do when she is whisked away to a deserted island by the unpredictable Nicholas Donnelly? Can she tame her heart or surrender to the sinful temptations? Read this third book of the Temptation Series to find out!

Instead of me having to suffer for my sins, He substituted himself, took all the pains, and received all the bruises and strife which should be for me. That was my weapon when Satan tempted me." Rhoda narrates as she sighs and takes a deep breath. Robert asks, "What's next, Mommy? Is Satan really ugly?" Rhoda responds, "No, sweetie pie. He was hiding in the dark and I couldn't see his face. But as far as my mind sees him, satan appears as a giant dragon spitting fires out of his big mouth." Rhoda describes.

I knew one thing, if Simon decided to use even 30% of the tricks his novel’s character used that would make him… a sex god. “I will never look at Simon the same way…” I mumbled after reading the book, and went to bathroom to cool my red face down.