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Jericho on the other hand managed to set a stance with his feet, but his right leg kept trembling under the immense pressure put on it by the mass of its body, regardless, it was prepared to fight to its death. “You two have proven yourselves as worthy opponents. Therefore, I shall no longer hold back!” The tyrant said, pulling his fingers inwards and forming a fist. The strings attached to his fingers were yanked and etches embedded onto the soul sleeve began disappearing one after the other. A Violet and black swarm of embers began covering Tyndale's body from head to toe. Temperatures of his surrounding atmosphere seemed to rise as steam could clearly be seen evaporating from the ground b

She closes her eyes, pondering the scent. “There are notes of… licorice root… hints of stinging nettle, and… yes, apple blossom and ginger. None of my family’s perfumes have these exact ingredients. The effects are similar, but the scent is slightly different. I believe this young lady is telling the truth. Tanya must have created this perfume herself.” Despite my relief, my heart is still pounding in my chest, and there are several amazed gasps around me. “That’s incredible!” Someone says. “How did she do that?!”

“My family, my fiancé… they said I’m a bastard. Am I really that bad?” He fell silent, his sharp eyes studying me with an intensity that sent chills down my spine. “You’re not bad. They’re just blind.” “Entertain me,” I whispered, losing all control of my logic. “Sleep with me. I want to feel alive, even if it’s just for one night.” I vaguely remembered him whispering something about who he was, but my ears were ringing. All I remembered was the masculine scent of sandalwood and his strong hand guiding me out of the bar into the darkness that promised escape.

Here the pack members still believed in the process of leadership through an ancient ritual - The Crowning of The Alpha Naturale. She was only ten when she was crowned. She wasn’t even supposed to be. She was just a pup. Every eligible he and she-wolf had dropped their blood into the crowning flame that fateful night, but the flame had refused to shine bright. But then one of the oldest pack members spoke up. “The crowning flame knows no years, The crowning flame knows no tears. The crowned is one with a soul so bright, Plunged in a curse to douse every speck of light.

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Forgotten was my haste. I tried not to inhale more of his manly scent as it was making me dizzy and almost drool. It was a scent that lingered on your mind, one you craved to smell again when it grew weaker. By god, he always smelled good and was always well groomed and clean. He was devilishly handsome as always, with his tall build and beautifully proportioned body. As always, he carried himself with a sense of authority and unwavering self-confidence. It was clear he was very powerful and extremely rich.

I get to my room slam the door and pull the pink panty out of my pocket staring at it like it's evidence in one of those cases we're studying and I know I should throw it away right now, flush it or burn it because this is next level creepy and I'm supposed to be the smart one keeping my dad's cartel ass out of prison not the pervert jerking off to stolen underwear from the girl I never got over, but instead I toss it in the trash can by my desk and turn away fast like if I don't look at it maybe it'll disappear and I can pretend I'm normal for once. Two seconds later, I'm digging it back out because who am I kidding, I'll die if I don't have it and I'm already muttering "this is so fucked u

Seeing her fall silent, he bent over and looked into her eyes. His voice was low and slightly hoarse. “So, got anything?” Rachel snapped back to attention at his words. “Yeah. Let’s get her perfume. I think a woman like her would already have plenty of jewelry.” “Whatever you say. Let’s grab some perfume.” Tyler and Rachel stepped into the perfume shop. The saleslady in the shop surveyed Tyler from head to toe and knew at once that he was no ordinary man. She welcomed him enthusiastically, “Sir, madam, how may I help you? Our perfume collections are all very well-known. Everyone who buys a bottle comes back for more.”

“You get the permits, you get the PR boost, and you get the meddling elders of your family off your back about 'producing an heir' or 'settling down.' All for the price of a signature and a few appearances at charity dinners.” Rhysander stood from his chair and stepped closer. He was tall, imposing in a way that felt like physical pressure in the room. He stopped just a foot away from me. He smelled really nice, which was one thing I noticed. I subconsciously room a deep breath in order to figure out what scent of cologne he used. Bergamot and Lavender. That was the scent he used. We stared at each other for a long time. Up close, I could see the light flecks in his grey eyes. I stared back,