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I did everything to be a good friend, only to be treated as my so-called best friend’s scapegoat. When her husband found cigarette ash in their house, she claimed I was the one smoking. When she snuck off for a private rendezvous with her lover, she told him she was celebrating my birthday. And when she got pregnant, she pinned the blame on me again, declaring I was consumed with jealousy—that I had spiked her drink and hired someone to violate her. Enraged, her husband marched to my doorstep wielding a blade and hacked me to death. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the exact day she had asked me to cover for her affair.

She on the other hand is the girl whose parents were killed, was made a slave, and now has powers she has no idea how to use. She felt small compared to her mates and wondered if the Moon Goddess did not make a mistake when pairing her with them. Growing up she was excited about meeting her mate and that feeling intensified when she was a slave. She prayed for her mate to come and find her. maybe save her from the life of slavery she was living, but as years went by and she did not shift. She gave up on the mate thinking that maybe she really was human and had no mate like werewolves do.

No matter how much knowledge they had, there was no way they would know about those beasts. After all, those beasts had never appeared on Hestia Continent before. They lived in second-grade worlds, and not every second-grade world had them. They only existed in a few of those worlds. With those conditions in place, there was no way they could ever recognize those beasts. The caretakers let out a cold announcement after showing those beasts, "The hundred and seventh battle. The challenger is Lesley King! You have five minutes to choose one of these five beasts to fight you. After you finish choosing, everyone can place their bets in the betting area. I am sure all of you are clear with the ru

Soon, he was only weaker than the most powerful warriors of the Three Great Races – a feat that was remarkable for a member of a race initially dismissed for its lack of talent. Unfortunately for the Black Dragon, all good things come to an end. Basileus found a way to retaliate without breaking the oath once again – beasts. As long as he had other races do the attacking for him, he would be fine. So he started hunting down Sacred Beasts, the only ones with power comparable to the Black Dragon. And he slayed a mighty amount of them, earning a new title to his already vast accolade of terror – Beast Slayer. With his skills he didn’t need the beast alive. As long as he had their corpse and the

"Little bitch, if you don't know what's good for you, you have to become like your sister. I think you'd better keep your hands and feet." The Demonic Beasts were used to enslaved human cultivators. They whipped the human cultivators casually, vented their anger, and even killed them on the spot. Anyway, after the cultivators of the Human Clan were dead, there was nothing to worry about. They could just catch new ones. "No, no, don't hit me..." "I didn't slack off, but I haven't eaten for a few days. I'm so hungry that I can't walk anymore..." " Please let me go..."

She wept lowly knowing she would be the one to face her husband's punishment as Master Damien never punished his offenders. He slew them and their family become his slaves and serve him. If you are lucky enough to attract him, you would be turned into his sex slave. But in her case, she already knew he does not sleep with married women so her punishment would be to work in the farmlands day and night with little food. If you were lucky enough, you would survive but if you were not, you die and your dead body would be thrown into the blood river. Master Damien stepped into the room and glanced at the woman who was tied to a poll, Such a disgrace that her stupid husband went against his words.

The noontime that suddenly turns to the night from the millions of pairs of wings from the creatures slowly weakens the will of many rebels. As if that wasn’t enough, the sound of wolves howling reverberated from afar along with the roaring voice of many dangerous beasts and predators. In front of the camp, there are thousands of beasts such as bears, tigers, lions, alligators, and many more that are gathered from the command of their one and only master.

"You really think u will give you my body? Are you crazy?" "I'm cursed and all I want is to be with my beloved. This is what it feel like to fall in love when you are nonhuman so ask yourself, are you willing to go through this, to be cursed for a simple human? Will you be able to be his slave for the rest of time?"

He was the devil that mothers warned their virgin daughters about. He was a Beast. A beast who ruled over all the beasts. He was the King of Beasts. Instead of replying her, he tangled his fingers in her golden mane, fisting them in his hand and yanked her back. She hissed through her teeth, watching him with a helpless expression. He had never seen her weak like this and his dead heart skipped a beat at her expression. He ran his eyes over her figure. She was still dressed in those cheap, ugly pajamas, he wanted to rip them off her beautiful body and bury her in the finest silk and jewels.

Two cocks sliding against one another, stroking me senseless and driving me wild. Grayson grunted each time he slammed his pelvis against my backside, stuffing my ass full of cock. They impaled me. Sandwiched between Master and Daddy, they rocked me into a blissful oblivion. Alex’s hands found my breasts and cupped them, toying with the clamps. Grayson’s fingers set to work on my clit, rubbing it with vigor.