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At two in the morning, my sister, Paige Boyce, paid men to smash up my barbecue stand. I fought to make them stop, ignoring the embers that scorched blisters into my skin as they landed. It was the first time in my life I'd ever raised my voice at her. "After Mom and Dad died in that plane crash, this stand paid for four years of your college education and helped you become a flight attendant for Golden Crest Airlines," I said. "Are you really going to destroy the only thing keeping us alive?" Something flickered in her eyes, a flash of reluctance, but she steeled herself and scoffed. "I've told you a hundred times to get rid of this dump of a stand, and you never listen. Do you want m

Hi, Evie here. I wanna say thank you so much for coming this far with me. You have no idea how grateful I am that you're reading my work. Cross and Cyrus is my second attempt at a bl novel. The first one is "Finding Elijah" which will be available soon and will only be about 60 chapters, completed in February-- I'm working really hard for this one behind the scenes. The reason why updates are slow is because I have other books I'm working on and some will be coming to an end this month(Take me back, dear ex wife and Run, Camille, Run) but I'll still drop updates for Lust and Loyalty.

POV: Frederick I held the clear folder under the yellow basement light. Darla Waid’s signature gleamed in blue ink, clean and stamped without a trace of a tremor over the Balboas' bond. I turned my head toward Luke. His face was completely pale, his jaw clenched so tightly that the muscles bulged under his skin. His eyes were not looking at the page; they stared blankly at the brick wall with a blind, murderous resentment I had never seen on his face before.

I only knew who they were by scent because I didn’t bother to look in their direction. That doesn’t stop me either though as I put my claws at his stomach and slowly dig in, “Maybe you’re the one who should watch the way you talk to a Turned wolf,” my claws slip deeper and deeper but he doesn’t so much as flex his abs. “Especially when you have no information on them,” he still doesn’t move an inch the whole time as I retract my claws and scape upwards a bit. I didn’t go too deep, he’ll heal in seconds from what I’ve learned from Star.

If she could sustain herself with reading then she would. Niccolò threw his arm over my shoulder and offered me one of the cookies on his plate as a promise to keep his teasing to a minimum. I accepted it with a nod. Violet was so lost in her own little world that she didn’t even notice us coming into the library. I recognized the cover of her book and couldn’t help but smirk. ‘Her Cold-Hearted Alpha’ by Moonlight Muse.

Auxel, who was closest to the chair, immediately opened the goodie bag, and took out two books that were quite thick. As he flipped through the book, he saw the title of a novel that had made his travel across America just to get it. "Crazy!" the man said involuntarily. Brandon immediately picked up the book, and his eyes opened wide. "Axel, where did you get this novel?" "It's no longer in production because Little White Rose is on hiatus. In fact, we read this novel in turn from the community we joined." Axel didn't answer immediately, he chose to enjoy the taste of caramel macchiato that always made him happy.

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no, I arranged his bed again that I had scattered, cause no matter how mad I was for burning my project up, I still didn't wanted any fucking trouble when he was back, so that he wouldn't kill me out of anger for messing with his stuff, but as soon as am about to quietly return back to my own lane to wait innocently, and yell at that dickhead when he was back about why on earth he burnt my project up, my curious eyes, yes, the same eyes that would make him kill me, drifted to the side, and I see a black book placed perfectly on the side of his bed "I didn't even know he had something like this, but it must have fell from under his pillow" I told myself as I picked it up to return it back to

, Aella’s voice trailed off. “Okay, bye.”, Blaze stated as he found a book on the floor and picked it up to give it to her, but he looked at it. The book’s title was ‘Are vampires real?’. Aella pulled the book away quickly and left. Blaze walked away too after shaking off his paranoia.

I countered smoothly, my eyes darting upward to scan the intricate crown molding of the vaulted ceiling, searching for any glinting lenses. The woman violently ripped her wrist out of my grasp, throwing a deadly, murderous glare at me. But her intimidation meant absolutely nothing. It didn't even bring a single shiver to my spine. And frankly, I hated to admit it, but since the day I was born into this miserable world, Lucien Blackshadows was the only monster capable of striking absolute terror into my soul with a single, freezing stare. "The Alphas will never know," she sneered, tossing her hair back, practically radiating pride over the assumption that her masters were blind to her actions