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Ecca’s legs shivered upon feeling his lips over the sensitive clit. [Book title: Marked by the demon] - Available on Alpha-n0vel

It's the alarm in little man’s voice that has me spinning, laying my eyes on the rumored ‘Mad Prince. Alpha Zayne. He has both arms around two stunning omegas. He's shirtless, with tattooed torso on display. His stomach is hard with abs, his chest is broad—good heavens, his body is a work of art, perfectly sculptured, and his face…? Goddess. The tabloids did not do justice to it. Dark, shoulder-length hair frames his chiseled jaw, perfect lips and eyes as grey as gun metal. My stomach flips as those stormy eyes lock with mine.

Any second now I was going to wake up and Zylara would be in her room, probably on her phone or drawing in her sketchbook, mom and dad screaming at her and everything would be fine. But I wasn't going to wake up. Because this was real. Zylara was dead. And nothing was ever going to be fine again.

At last, Sebastian found it in a yellowed, ancient tome. That single line made his world collapse. [If a soul from another realm dies by their fated mate's hand, the soul will return to its original world.] Sebastian's fingers went numb, the book slipping from his grasp and hitting the floor. So, I was a soul from another world, and could only go home if I died by his hands. A broken laugh tore out of him as he dropped to the floor. "So, I really… sent you away myself…"

Someone asked. "Really? I guess that steamy room is also dangerous!" Another one said. "You don't know? Their bodies were blazing already and burnt!" "Gosh, it all because of that lady. I don't even know whether she's a maid or something else!" The other one muttered. "I don't want to get on anyone's nerves especially Lucifer!" The first one muttered. "Let leave this talk, Madam Sara is waiting!" Soon, the murmurs died down as Tatiana bit her lips, she had heard it all and she sighed missing her life outside the clan already.

She hastily went to investigate, yet she couldn't find anything strange. Puzzled, she returned to the grave, only to instantly notice the rose-shaped hairclip that had been placed right on top of the gravestone. Her eyes reddened as she recognized it as my favorite hairclip. She knew this was my way of telling her that Mario and I were both alive and well. Gently taking the hairclip into her hand, she turned to shout into the distance, "Rosanna is dead! You should start a new life! I'll always be wishing the best for you!"

“Did you get any other names? any other information about who else might have been interested?” “N-no, Sir. I swear it, I promise I won’t do anything like this ever again. I was just scared that The Deadly One was going to come for me. I don’t want to die.” A sly smirk formed on my lips as I chuckled. If only he knew his worst fear was right in front of him.

Come pick a bouquet from these Flowers in a Dumpster. Eidolon Avenue: The First Feast by Jonathan Winn—where the secretly guilty go to die. All thrown into their own private hell as every cruel choice, every deadly mistake, every drop of spilled blood is remembered, resurrected and relived to feed the ancient evil that lives on Eidolon Avenue. Through a Mirror, Darkly by Kevin Lucia—Are there truths within the books we read? What if the book delves into the lives of the very town you live in? People you know? Or thought you knew. These are the questions a bookstore owner face when a mysterious book shows up.

MATURE CONTENT WARNING: This chapter contains explicit, highly detailed dark romance themes, prolonged physical intimacy, explicit sexual content, and strong language. Aria The silence that settled over the bunker after the storm was heavy, thick with the scent of spent adrenaline, rain, and the unmistakable, metallic tang of our shared passion.

“He’s clearly got you on drugs or something.” “That’s ridiculous. I’m completely sober.” “Are you, Camille? I should give you a test or something.” He checked out the other books. More vampire romance? Where were the werewolves? He saw none. “Wrong,” Dire grumbled. Don’t worry. We’ll get her proper books. Maddox browsed more of the vampire books and realized that they all had the same author. Grace Moon. That was an interesting name.