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She needed care and someone to be there. I stood by her hospital bed, watching as she lay there helplessly. I wanted so badly to hold her, but my hand just passed through hers. I couldn't touch her. "The elderly need care. How could no one be looking after her? If the neighbor hadn't found her, she could've died from blood loss," the doctor scolded Caleb. She had no idea the man she was talking to was the Alpha of the entire pack. "Sorry. I've been busy lately," Caleb said.

Outside, everything was ice and frost Dorian’s version of safe. He had wanted her out of the city while the heat cooled. A dozen news cycles had passed since the trial, since the last arrest. But silence, she learned, was never safe; it was an echo chamber. She walked back to the desk. Highlighted the whole paragraph. Cut it. Typed again. “This book is not a confession. It is a record. Of power, of violence, of velvet and blood. And of the people who lived inside it some survived. Some did not.”

I didn't reimburse scrutiny to the Lieutenant's hand that trudged around my hand and squeezed it lightly to calm me down. Moreover, my crow's feet spoke of gloomy nightmare and the profound furrows in my cheeks told of a woman who gives away deaths like they were wishes. A film of a watermark is dark eyes glossy and my face was fallen, submissive to the gravity. Then, my black hair, normally neatly combined, bore telltale signs that my dappled hands had been run through in suffering. It was a face of a woman who had lost. Losing something she can't bring back. Lives. It was the innocent lives of these people.

Lisa led the way down the hall, her footsteps heavy and her heart pounding. Finally, they reached the room where Althea was playing with some of the children. Mrs. Lisa's stomach twisted as she saw the look of joy on Althea's face. She had never felt so guilty in her life, and she knew she had betrayed Althea's trust. For Adam, the sight was mesmerizing. He watched Althea with the children, enchanted by her laughter and her radiant smile. She seemed completely oblivious to their presence, lost in the moment with the children.

I don’t have time to rest when I’m responsible for the protection and well being of my mafia and their family’s. The past three days here in Italy I couldn’t stop thinking about little one and Angela and when I boarded the private jet there was this thought at the back of my head about them.. Will I be able to completely cut them off , forget about them and move on with my life as if I never met them. Without even realising, the both of them made a difference in my life in some sort of way. They made an impact on my dark life. Making me feel some sort of feelings towards the both of them but to top it all off I don’t know why but Octavious was also in there somewhere. I couldn’t stop thinkin

Elijah commanded, his voice devoid of any emotion. Rough hands grabbed her arms and legs, lifting her as if she were a sack of grain. They dumped her onto the mattress, the jolt sending a fresh wave of agony through her. She finally focused her eyes. Beside Elijah stood an old man in a stained coat, his face pale and sweaty, his hands trembling. He carried a black leather bag. "Please," the old man stammered, looking anywhere but at Angel. "My lord, this is... this is not my work. I am a physician, not a... not a butcher."

He always liked to keep his personal life away from everything else, it’s one of the few things Leah liked about their relationship. It felt private and personal, and their home had become her safe space. With everything happening in the past few days, this house was her only escape, but now Chantelle was here. It’s been a day, and already the woman was infiltrating and taking over everything in her life. Derek let out a long sigh, the excitement in his eyes dimming as he spoke, “There were a few things we didn’t get to at work for the presentation tomorrow, and since Chantelle was already in the neighborhood, I decided it’ll be easier to just meet here,”

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