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' The woman's desperation frightened Hyacinth, but she felt so much pity for the poor thing that she decided to help. Hellebore's tears were so true that she bent down kissing the woman's feet. When she lifted her face, Hyacinth could see that her sun-sparkled eyes shone as if it were noon. But Hyacinth was still suspicious about being seen with Hellebore, no one knew much about this woman, what ran around the city was that she was so disgraceful that Death laughed at her in the bars. No sane person had the courage to approach the woman, they did not even give her food, always when a soul dumb enough approached she said the same things: 'let me live until I learn what it is to be alive!', th

Maybe it’s because his wicked touch still has a hold on her, or it’s because her eyes are still stuck on what’s happening down her window. Now it’s like a charm. She can’t look away. And she’s shivering, her bones overcome by shock and grief and fear. Her demons are at it again—whispering, crawling in her mind, and… as usual, laughing. Dear readers, if I ever mistake the female character’s name, Heaven, with Mellow, please bear with me. Mellow is the female lead of my previous book, and I may still be into her.

Octopus Head had cut off one of his own tentacles, handing it toward us with its other tentacles. "Apology. Eat." The still-writhing, bloodied tentacle made Anna and the others retch instantly. At that moment, the village chief took out a handbook bound in human skin, with the words Villager's Code of Conduct written in blood. He smiled, revealing a mouth full of sharp teeth. "Once you've eaten your fill, you can learn about the rules in our humble village."

Herry had no idea that the woman he was searching for had now become the legal wife—albeit under a contractual marriage—of the company's highest ruler. The following day, the afternoon sun blazed brightly, casting dazzling reflections across the glass walls of the William Group building. Hellena stepped out of the main lobby with a stiff expression, holding a leather folder containing external contract documents that she had to hand over immediately to a special courier waiting near the front gate. Her steps had improved considerably compared to a month ago, yet the lifeless glimmer in her round eyes revealed that her heart remained tightly sealed behind a wall of ice. After finishing her bu

Hellfire asks, leaning over me to get a closer look at the woman. I zoom in as best I can, which isn’t as close as I’d like to be. The woman glances up, looking at Raptor and I feel Hellfire jolt before she stands up snarling. “That fucking bitch! That’s Justine!”

She poured herself another glass of cheap red, already on her third, and dropped onto the couch in her pencil skirt and blouse, buttons half undone. The city lights through the rain-streaked windows. Her laptop was still open on the coffee table, case files glowing like accusatory little rectangles. She should sleep. Instead she reached for the dusty old book she’d bought on a drunken whim two years ago at that weird occult shop downtown. *Daemonologie for the Modern Woman.* Stupid. But tonight it felt like the right kind of stupid. She flipped it open, scanned a page at random, and slurred the words under her breath. Latin? Probably, didn’t matter.

The woman might as well have been right in front of her, knees spread with her chestnut hair scattered across the dusty library carpet. Helena could feel the collar preparing to intervene every time she tried to avert her gaze. She had to watch it all the way through. This felt more sinful than the earlier porn, which in turn made Helena feel more ashamed for watching it. Soon enough, though, she gave in and let her guard down, trying to clear her mind so that while she was watching it, none of it was actually sticking.