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We stood side by side, receiving the blessings and cheers of all present. On my finger glittered a massive diamond ring, a symbol of the alliance between two mafia families. Behind me stood a knight whose loyalty would never waver. Beneath me lay a vast empire, growing at a staggering pace. As for love? It had been buried three months ago in that blood-soaked casino, along with my shattered right hand. For me, love no longer existed. And now, the new commander rose, her reign beginning with absolute authority.

How could I let his sacrifice be in vain? I pulled out my phone and opened the only unread message. I called the anonymous number without a second thought. … Stepping out of the funeral home with Dad's ashes, the sky opened up. I did not bother with an umbrella. The rain turned my wounds pale and raw, the chill seeping deep into my bones. However, my heart was already icy, just like the ashes I carried. Right then, the shrill roar of an engine sliced through the downpour. A sleek black Maybach screeched to a halt in front of me, its tires cruelly splashing a wave of muddy water from a puddle, soaking me to the skin.

The kind of cock that stretched a woman beyond her limits and left her begging for more even as she sobbed from the overwhelming fullness. I had heard the stories. Now I felt his gaze like a physical touch, sliding over my breasts, down my stomach, lingering between my thighs where heat already pooled despite my fear. The bidding started high. Gold coins clinked. Voices rose. But when Thorne raised one finger, the room fell silent. “Sold,” the auctioneer announced. “To His Majesty, Alpha King Thorne Blackfang.” My stomach flipped. I was led down from the platform on trembling legs, straight toward the throne. Thorne didn’t stand. He simply crooked a finger, and I was pushed to my knees befor

They sat like that in the quiet study for a while. From the east wing they could hear Ela somewhere, narrating something at length to what sounded like two separate audiences, which suggested she had recruited both Sena and Theo into whatever project was currently under construction. Caden looked up slightly at the sound. "She is going to be magnificent," he said. "She already is," Mara said. He looked at her. She looked at him. The fire burned in the corner. The afternoon continued its quiet work.

He shook his head. "Daniel Grigori..." He trailed on. I remained confused. He sighed and stood up straight. "I'm a fallen." "Fallen? You're an angel?" I backed away and dissolved into a puddle of laughter. My stomach was shaking now. "Oh-oh my God." I continued laughing and turned to look at my unconscious mother. "He's an angel." I told her, laughing even harder. The 'fallen' looked at me weirdly. "I have met a lot of weird and psychotic human beings but you, Dawn Turner, are by far the worst." I stopped laughing and glared at him.

*** Note from the Author: This novel has dark, forced sexual elements, brutality and raw demonic aggression. Please read with caution this is a dark erotica tale. Some elements could be triggering for some. *** “He’s like a king living up on that hill.” Udora remarked to me in a hushed voice. Living in WitchFall Fortress on that hill. Guarding the WitchFall dungeons. I thought bitterly. Having not like the man since he’d accused my friend Mara of being a witch and taken her away.

Killian chuckled bitterly and pushed her gently close to his chest. "It's over now, Jessie. It's been over since his death. We that now have our freedom after his disparture are worth the conqueror." And truly they were the conqueror. Chase, Elena, Killian, Davies were all overcomers of the nightmare that comes in form of a person called Donald Brown. What's left of them now is to live on. They have the world to themselves now.

Asher POV ​My name is Asher Steele. I am 29 years old; I am the Alpha of Crimson Blood Pack. I have the largest pack in the country. I don’t tolerate mistakes or half-ass shit. I run a tight ship and everyone in this pack knows it. ​“Alpha?” My Bata and best friend say as he knocks and pocks his head in with a scared look on his face. “Yes?” I say while looking up at him. “You know that mission you posted 4 days ago? Well let me say that whoever did it completed it and is already home and here’s your report and the victims are back and said that the girl was a badass and something along the lines of wanting you to go to her pack and thank her for saving them..” he says while trying to hide h

“She is the help. She’s the weapon!” The Throne Room Reborn Amara walked into the old throne chamber, now nothing but ruins and shadow. The crown glowed in her chest like a living sun. She lifted her hand — and the shattered stones began to move. Piece by piece, the throne rebuilt itself, this time from blackened bone and molten gold. Her voice filled the air. “There will be no gods. No kings. No crowns above mine.” She sat — and the fortress bowed. The guards dropped to one knee. Cassian, trembling, followed.

. The man’s face was battered, but his eyes—glinting like obsidian—met mine with eerie calm.“Found him near the lower ravine,” the guard reported. “He was watching our patrol routes. Didn’t run when approached.”The man dropped to his knees, unbothered by the chains. “Your Majesty,” he said smoothly, voice soaked in mockery. “You rise higher than any Queen before you… but even the tallest throne will crumble if the foundation rots.”“Name,” I snapped.He smiled. “Call me Silas. I speak for the Thorne.”Gasps. A few growls. But I stepped forward, motioning for silence.“Then speak, Silas. What message do you carry?”He tilted his head. “Dorian offers you one chance. Surrender the Northern Crown. Di