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She had told him about their scary and terrifying figures and their names. The one who was a tall and had gaunt figure with sunken eyes that glowed like smoldering coals was named Morgrath. Her black robes hung loosely around her skeletal frame, giving her an air of ethereal menace. Morgrath was a master of necromancy, capable of commanding the spirits of the departed to do her bidding. Seraphina had told him was said that she wore jewellery made out of the bones and cursed artifacts, which were remnants of her twisted experiments.

REBELLION AT THE ALTAR ARSON “Hey pretty boy” He managed a whisper like he was fighting the urge to reply. “Hi”. “ You're as red as a tomato,” I said, trying to distract him from picking the hymns. Finally, he looked at me, holding eye contact. God, his eyes were so pretty. The more I stared into his eyes the more I wanted to make his lovely green eyes tear while begging for my cock. “ I want to kiss you” I blurted out.

"It looks like you don't have any control over your bitch. She looks like she's ready to get on her knees for him." I look over to see Zara laughing wholeheartedly as Elijah stands there, watching her with admiration. Her eyes are so bright and full of life, compared to the dull, sad expression she always gives me. "Joseph, friends can enjoy each other's company. There's no need to create a scene," Tommy Lucchese warns Colombo. "Friends? She looks like she's just about ready to give him a blowjob," Colombo mutters. My knuckles turn white from clenching my fists too hard, I grit my teeth trying to suppress my words to remain silent. It feels as if acid is trickling down my throat–burning, sli

Sluts in shining armor, "I laughed before hanging up. Staying to see the look of anger and irritation on his face was tempting but something told me I wouldn't get this lucky again. I spotted spray paint next to one of the cars and picked it up ,after doing the nozzle, I went back to work painting the windscreen of his car with a strong clear message. " Now you are fucked up. " He was the worlds greatest bastard and he deserved this for mess6ing with me. It sounded like fun. A Stepping back, I let the hint of a smile curve on my lips as I admired my work. * * * We walked into the Ozin, a modern plush club with beige carpeting inside and magnificent doors tinged with a subtle shade of gold

"Astro has agreed to help me, and I'm convincing Hale next." "You want me to work with you, I assume," Sinful muses, dipping his head back to look at the night sky, the stars glittering wonderfully. "Too bad Hale hates me, and would rather rip my throat out then do what is best for this family." I shiver, despite the warm water that envelops me. I’m assuming Hale is a Sin, one who I have never heard of before. If he is even half as terrifying as Sinful and Cian, then I’m not sure I want to meet him, even if the more powerful immortals we have on our side, the better chance we have against Stace.

“Oh. My. God” “Shit!” he says at the same time, why? is it some kind of penance I have to pay? Why does the universe insist on taking it out on me? Why can't things be perfect? Life is cruel and it hates me. “Ahemm” I hear someone clearing his throat “Good afternoon Miss Swan, it's a delight to see you again, the world is a very small place. I am Vitto Parisi, your new business partner,” says the older man kindly.

The pretty but too thin creature knelt down and put his hands on his thighs as he bowed his head in obedience. "Another one of whatever he's having for him, bourbon straight for me,” Fat Tom said to the waiter who appeared. Once they were alone again, the fat feline finally introduced himself. "I am Gran Martelli of the Martelli Syndicate. Relax, I am not that Martelli. I'm his cousin. There are some odd things going down at my totally legit warehouse and I think I may have gotten tangled up in a big ball of yarn, if you know what I mean." Hades sighed. "Let me guess, you got into it with a Teffald or you got it on with a Teffald and your rival families are angry."

What the hell is up with Toma! "Then why am I so afraid?…" "A-Afraid of what?" He fell silent for a moment then gets off of me. "Then why am I so afraid that you don't think I'm hot?" … "What?" A huge grin appears on his face. "Tee-hee." "YOU FUCKING WEIRD ASSHOLE!" And Toma got to kiss my fists. sfx: pak

And Tom. Tom the Cracksman, born in Whitechapel in 1974, fae-touched at age seven, thief of thirty years, member of Callum Brennan's coalition from its first year, dead at age fifty-one inside a building he chose to hold standing with his own body's remaining resources while the people he worked with carried a child to safety through the east passage.

Tomi Hideki: The Prankster "Number four, Tomi Hideki – the 'Man with Many Pranks'," she read, her eyebrows shooting up. "He's half Filipino, half Japanese, and the second son of the Hideki Clan, a Mafia boss in Japan. He's the Strategy Head of Knights Advertising, with a mind that's always plotting and scheming." She chuckled, a shiver running down her spine. "He loves to prank people, and it's all fun and games for him. But a Mafia boss's son? Yikes! What if I do something he doesn't like? He might send me to Japan and chop off my fingers!" She clutched her hands to her chest, a wave of fear washing over her. "He's handsome, with those piercing black eyes, but I'm not risking my life for a