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Damien lowers his paper and pins me with a look that could shatter stone, "Don't insult my intelligence, Sabrina.” His anger vibrates through every word he says as he grits out, “We both know you killed your sister. The entire pack knows you killed Elara. Lie to me like that again... and I'll have you thrown into the pack dungeons." Damien stands, picking up his plate, and just like that breakfast is over. Like every morning, his scent brushes past me. Crushed pines and fresh mountain winds. My wolf Thea, whimpers in my mind and pushes against my skin, wanting to spread our scent and let him know we need him.

He liked the way she blinked innocently while talking. 'girl don't play with my mind' he said to himself. 'you're making feel hot down there' he told himself blaming her as he saw her gulping juice inside and down her throat. Her lips getting all wet and heavy with the liquid, 'i want to fuck you so hard' he thought. But Alaya was unaware that someone with hunger eyes is keeping watch on her. Gerard made up his mind that he needs that girl beneath him, today or tomorrow. He picked up his beer and took a large sip, and gulped it thinking like he was taking Alaya inside. His lust was very visible in his eyes. While Alaya was busy meeting guesrs with her father. And every men in the room had hi

“You hold a grudge, little bird.” “Of course. You'd be surprised to know how much of a terrible villain you've become in just one day.” “That's wonderful.” I smiled. “Being the villain that keeps you up all night is quite an honor.” I waved a hand at the servants standing in rows behind us, and the food was placed on the table one dish after another. Vincent's mouth watered instantly, though he quickly schooled his expression when he noticed my gaze. We ate in silence for a while.

The once brilliant eyes she was so proud of had turned into nothing more than lifeless, murky pits filled with hatred. It was Lisa. During her time in prison, she had repeatedly lost control of her emotions and developed severe self-harm tendencies. She had been transferred here for psychiatric treatment. She recognized me instantly. Her gaze swept from me to my wife—her gentle smile, her slightly rounded belly, and the way our hands were intertwined. And then she looked down at herself: a disfigured monster, neither human nor ghost. "Ah—!" A piercing scream ripped from her throat. She suddenly lurched up from the wheelchair and charged straight at us.

Alex concluded. "Sir, this is the first time you are playing with a woman's feelings. Hermes loved her since the day he saw Mrs. Anastasia." Alex stopped typing as he heard that. "Do not trouble the woman whom he loved until his last breath. He will never forgive you for that," Stavros firmly said.

The dimly lit bar was a sanctuary for the weary and the wicked alike. The air was thick with the scent of aged whiskey and the low hum of conversation, punctuated by the occasional clink of glasses. Chase Almonte leaned against the polished mahogany counter, swirling the amber liquid in his glass, his mind racing with thoughts of revenge. He had always been a man of ambition, but lately, that ambition had twisted into something darker, fueled by a burning hatred for his niece, Desire.

he added and propelled her finger into the silver wedding ring violently. "My Be-Loathed Bride, My Be-Loathed Slave" He said with his eyes fiery red; they looked as vaporous as mist and as fleecy as black wool; which scared Valerie to death. ♡ @authorchrisney_

His desire for her was like a ravenous beast, voracious and relentless that cared nothing for right or wrong. The consequences be damned. The world be damned. His morals be damned. He wanted her, truly, madly, insatiably. She's like a drug he's hopelessly addicted to.

My vision was a bit pitiful, but the scents that came off of them gave me a better idea of who exactly had decided to jump me. Tyler was the first scent that hit me, which instantly made me growl. I smelled a mixture of jaguar and lion after that. More jaguar than lion. They began to close in on me, causing me to jump back. I kept blinking 'til my vision was clearer, though it was doing nothing for the headache that was starting to grow. I examined the clear figures in front of me and noticed that not a single one was unarmed. Bats, pipes, and crowbars were gripped tightly as I stood and got into a fighting position. I ignored the three lions, one of which being Nico's Beta, and the one unkn