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My fingers examined the fine-textured white substance. It smelled of old perfume and...gasoline? The odd scent only boggled me more. "What are you?" I whispered. Was it just some powdered chemical to keep the bugs out? Or something else entirely? ◇ "Vampirar et Dhampirica" The gothic-styled calligraphy printed in gold ink intrigued me as I studied the brownish, tattered cover. It was a vintage-looking book Miles currently engrossed himself in as he sat next to me.

“I said nothing I poured all my hate for him for taking my precious child into my attack. With a fierce battle cry, Victor launched himself at me, his claws flashing in the sunlight like deadly daggers. I dodged and weaved, avoiding his attacks by mere inches. But Victor was relentless, driven by a hunger for power and a thirst for revenge. He unleashed a maelstrom of attacks, each one more ferocious than the last. I had my own ferocious attacks well planned and well driven, many hit their mark as he howled in pain, He knew to avoid my fangs.

He's in the Viva family and he has to stay no matter what. ​Victor stares at his laptop screen blankly. His eyes emotionless. His private office dominated with novels on the shelves seems to be a void to him. Victor is the author of several best selling crime thrillers. He has been writing for over twenty years but as of lately he can't. His imagination is blocked as he can't even type on a word. He does not know what the problem is. He has taken walks around the parks. Read other books. Even lied on the cold tiles whether something good would come out of it but nothing yet. Catherine opens the door and walks in.

But оne thing’s fоr surе: I’m nоt letting аnyоne gеt closе tо mе, nоt Kyren, nоt Mаrcellus, nоt аnyоne. I steр оut оf thе rеstаurаnt, my guаrds fаlling in linе bеhind mе аs I mаke my wаy tо thе limo. Thе night is cool, thе strеets quiet, but my mind is аnything but. Thеrе’s аlwаys аnоthеr movе tо mаke, аnоthеr thrеаt tо neutrаlize. Becаuse in this gаmе, yоu dоn’t win by plаying nicе. You win by being ruthless.

“What?” “Nothing it’s just—” I shook my head, still smiling. “My whole life every Dacian elder, Direwolf, every single one of them said the same thing about the Frostfangs.” I turned to look at her properly. “Blood thirsty. Wicked. Cold hearted, zero feelings. Only live to corrupt and collect and cause damage.” Zorah raised her brows. “And?” “And—” I gestured vaguely at her, at the empty glass, at the two of us standing on a balcony in the middle of the night. “I think that’s very true.” I nodded seriously. “No really. Everything I expected and worse.”

Without a warning his hands came around the back of my neck pulling me back and making me look at him, my skin turned on fire where his hands were touching me and the fire spread through my whole body. His lips twitched, eyes darkened and he spoke in his hateful bossy tone"If I kiss you, you'll be part of my hell. I'll ruin you in ways you could never imagine. I am not the hero you have taken me as, I'm the villain who'll burn everything just to make sure what's mine is safe. I'm not a gentleman Miss Vitalio," I wanted to ask him to ruin me the way he wants to, I wanted to ask him to burn me in his fire but the voice never came out of my throat. I felt life leaving my body. My vision was haz

My options were dwindling faster than grains through the merciless hourglass. And as Damien's bruising grip tightened with ruthless promise, the last remnants of hope curdled to bitter ashes inside my hollow chest. For several endless moments, all I could comprehend was Damien's bruising grip constricting my airway and the keening wail of sheer terror echoing through my mind. Me - an insignificant human pawn drafted into this sadistic game of wolf politics through sheer cruel circumstance. Valerie watched the display with cold calculation glittering in her sharp gaze. "Well, little one? What's your answer?"

I wanted to push Sebastian away, but I couldn’t quite pin down who I hated more at this moment: an arrogant tricked pitiful prey of Ava’s who just fell into her trap, or an arrogant tricked pitiful prey who claims to be out of Ava’s trap. “It’s none of your business!” I frown at Damian Vanderbilt as I throw away Sebastian’s hand. It’s not wise to piss off two bigshots at the same time, but since I’m already the enemy of the world, it doesn’t really make that much of a difference, “If one day you find yourself in a trap of a slut, it’s because you are a womanizer first!” Damian Vanderbilt’s look turns cold visibly, his tone dangerous: “Who are you calling a slut?”

"Damian is a brutal man. He is reckless and sadistic behind closed doors. He uses and takes women in bed like they're nothing but bitches, turns them inside out, and hurts them for pure pleasure. An innocent, chubby little girl like you doesn't stand a chance. You’re going to be torn apart on your first night." My blood ran cold. Terror paralyzed me, but my rebellious tongue acted on pure defensive instinct. "You're lying," I shot back, narrowing my green eyes. "You don't know what you're talking about." The redhead let out a loud, cruel laugh. "I know exactly what I'm talking about, sweetheart. I’m his favorite mistress. I know the great lion in bed. I know exactly how to trigger his lust a

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