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Ruthless Billionaire’s Little Sparrow Part 61-1 PLEASE VOTE, COMMENT AND FOLLOW ME Author’s POV Few hours back He was a heartless demon, drowned in evilness and darkness, feeding on fear to give sick pleasure to his psychotic neurons with drenching into blood.

It was like being inside the bloodstream of a global brain. Lena could feel it all. All the decisions made in secret. All the manipulated elections. All the revolutions killed before they bloomed. All the pain. And the logic. And the clarity. It was beautiful in its own way. It made sense. But it had no soul. No ethics. No humanity. And it was waiting. Michael’s voice came beside her—not in words, but in intention. “This thing is dead inside.” Jessica: “It’s efficient. But empty.” Lena: “Then we give it something it’s never had.”

Some scenes may contain: • Explicit erotic encounters • Dubious moral choices • Aggressive desire • Dark seduction • Emotional torment • Graphic violence • Blood-related imagery • Themes of captivity, obsession, and possessiveness If you prefer gentle romance, emotionally healthy relationships, or morally upright heroes, this book may not be suitable for you. FINAL NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR This novel was written for readers who embrace the darker side of fantasy romance readers who understand that fiction can explore dangerous emotions, forbidden desire, fear, obsession, corruption, and emotional extremes without reflecting real-world standards or expectations. These stories are meant to be imme

They are never and will never be satisfied no matter how good you treat them. They will always ask for favors but they will never have gratitude for it. They make you feel inferior and not good enough. You do not need to be good enough. You are perfect the way you are. I cannot say all but there are many other lessons to grasp from this story. Hope you loved it. And I will be much more pleased to meet you all in my next novel “Regained My LOVE (When the past hunts)” Genre: Romans The earlier novel I wrote is my first and best novel so far. I will love you, folks, to look if you have not yet.

"Please, I don't want anyone to pay. I just want to erase this from my memory. It's not like he forced me to have sex with him! He just..." "Stop trying to minimize this! He touched you, Faith. Even if it wasn't sex, he still violated you," Anthony growled. Faith sniffled as the memories came flashing back again. She had nightmares every night when it happened. Her uncle is someone she trusted at the time. He was helping her family with money for the mortgage, so he was like a father to her. But eventually, he broke that trust. He pretended to be loving and caring. He said he felt bad for her, and he was there for her when she needed someone. Then when no one was looking...

I apologize to anyone this might offend, but I just wanted to try something different. This book is not ideal for anyone with fragile moral sensibilities who might be easily triggered by the actions and decisions of the main characters. This is all strictly for entertainment. I do not condone nor do I excuse some of the actions of the characters. I’m merely writing to entertain my readers! You’re free to stop reading at any time you feel uncomfortable. I apologize in advance because it is not my desire to harm your sensibilities. Furthermore, I was meticulous in my research for this book, especially when it comes to BDSM but I am merely mortal. I take full accountability for any errors one m

The only connection that I had with life and my existence on earth was pain. I felt numb without the pain, felt nothingness, at least the pain made me feel like something, it made me feel a little, like other humans. Without the pain, I was totally detached from reality, totally removed from the realm where normal people lived. He took a copy of the book he had been reading and turned the back page to write something. It was a copy of Anna Karenina by Leo Tolstoy. A modernist novel that we were currently reading. His copy wasn’t brand new, it had dog pages, had been read over and over again. With some lines underlined.

“It’s okay, it’s okay. I’ve already handled everything. Don’t worry about Joe. He’s got enough charges to fill a book, and with his sentence, he won’t ever breathe fresh air again.” The sunlight outside was warm and golden. Spring was coming. Under the shade of lush green trees, someone waved at me. “Miss Moore, would you like to go on a walk with me?”

I crave his closeness, but I force myself to remain still, frozen in place. His other arm rests on the middle console, his hand tantalizingly close to my leg. Lennox locks eyes with me, caressing my gaze, and his deep voice resonates through me as he quotes Thoreau, "Do not be too moral. You may cheat yourself out of much life. So aim above morality. Be not simply good; be good for something."

I did not look back at the troughs as I cleared the steps. The script of the novel was completely gone. There were no neat acts or heroic chapters left, just a messy, suffocating reality where the villains and the victims were breathing the exact same black smoke. There was no grand confrontation waiting for us, just the long, dark walk up to the Great Hall through the grease and the ash, with the midnight deadline closing in like a trap.