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Thick, milky cum immediately spilled from her open, well-used body, coating her thighs and the sheets. Ronan freed her ankles first, then her wrists. Her legs fell open, boneless. He gathered her into his arms as if she weighed nothing and carried her into the large bathroom, stepping into the oversized tub with her still cradled against his chest. Warm water began to rise around them. He settled her between his thighs, back to his front, and began washing her with slow, careful hands—mint-scented soap that smelled like him. For the first time since Blaise had forced the heat into her body, the desperate burning had quieted. She felt wrecked. Marked. Full. And terrifyingly calm.

The guy screamed out in pain, as blood started gushing out of his neck. ************************* "Noooooooooooo!!!!" Both Wise One and Herbert screamed out of their sleep, and start breathing heavily. "The Tyrant Hybrid has awoken!!" THE END Book two would be available starting from next month!

he said. “Alpha —” “Clear it first. Make sure it’s empty. Then burn it to the ground. A place that condones kidnapping doesn’t get to keep standing.” He ended the call and got back in the car. Behind them, ten minutes later, the sky above the Vortex turned orange. Zander watched it in the side mirror. His face didn’t change. “Good,” was all he said.

My eyes snapped close and I felt myself tighten around him,just like the snap of the fingers,I'm coming. "Ivan". I cried out his name as my orgasm swept through me. I could feel him close as his thrust became sloppy after few thrust,I felt the burst of his seed. His groans were muffled,as he filled me up with his cum until it started dripping out of me. I gave a small wince as he pulled his large cock out of me and collapsed on the bed. Just like that, it became dark. This is the end of this chapter How was it Comment Thamks.

Bye, Lins," Jennifer said as she ended the call. She dropped the phone on her bed and stood up. She went over to the restroom area. DEAR READERS, I must inform you that the journey of this Book one has come to a close. The captivating tale of THE TYRANT BILLIONAIRE has reached its end, but fear not, this is only the beginning. Book Two is around the corner. It is going to be captivating and worth your time. I am currently working on the book two and everything is going to be ready before next month. Stay tuned for the book two. Thanks alot

, his voice may have been panicked, but to me, it was the sweetest thing right now. But I had to concentrate. "I don't have much time!", I interrupted him in a frantic whisper. "Noah's holding me hostage and is torturing me - please come get me! I'm in some company and we are completely alone! He drugged me so I have no clue where I am! Everything hurts and I-" Noah's voice stopped. I stopped. Michael was silent. Steps sounded. My blood froze. "He's coming", I cried. Michael said something, but I didn't hear him as Noah's face appeared in the door frame.

Dear lovely readers, We’re nearing the final chapters of The Tyrant’s Baby. It’s been an incredible journey bringing this story to life, and I’m so grateful for your support, love, and patience along the way. Stay tuned as we uncover the last twist, turn, and heartfelt moments in Selene and Alaric’s story. Thank you for being part of this adventure! With love, Yña Banana 🌙

She shut her eyes for a moment and in no time screamed a second time, her hands propelled forward, about to hit her when a loud voice came from behind. “Enough. That's enough.” Everyone anticipating Eirlys next move, dispersed themselves and acted all composed. Eirlys turned her head, slowly releasing her hold on the girl. They were no different from each other based on their looks. Both in their 20’s. “What's going on here?” The voice came again. It was the Tyrant. The Alpha of the pack. He walked amidst the prisoners while three guards walked behind him. Everyone bowed their heads as he walked past them. They all knew the Tyrant for his ruthless judgement and the way he dealt with slaves l

“What story? I write?” Elias nods and pulls out his phone to show me some pictures. “Yeah. You’re an author. You draw your own novel arts too. The story was about a tyrant’s captive bride. Dark romance stuff. You never finished it though. I found the book in your backpack.” The psychiatrist thinks your brain was living in the story while you were out. Mixing the accident trauma with the plot you were working on. That’s why it felt so real.”

He wasn't trying to beat me; he was frantically scrambling backward on his hands and knees, his back hitting a steel support pillar as he realized he was cornered. "Get away from me!" Tyler shrieked, his voice cracking violently over the roar of the machines. His hands were trembling so hard he could barely press them against the concrete to push himself away. His eyes were wide, bloodshot, and burning with a frantic, fanatical violet light, Elias’s chemical conditioning, leaking through his terror. "You’re one of them! You’re with the Silvercrest mutts! You’re an outsider!"