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If there was one thing I really hated about myself it would be the fact that I’m an over-thinker when my emotions get the best of me. The way he was looking at me alone would make me want to tattoo crazy across his forehead, and have him admitted to a psychiatric ward. When I realized he wasn’t going to say anything else other than what he had just said, just like the angry crashes of the waves of the ocean made, my patience and understanding lessened with each crash of the violent waves that hit the shore until I was left with nothing but anger. “Oh,” fury flows with the one word, my eyebrows raise, and an expression of complete hatred takes over my once calm and confused face. “It was neve

"So I'm not just your fuck buddy?" "No." He said vehemently. "Hate me. Loathe me. Despise me. But, don't fucking love me. Otherwise, you'd consume me. More than you already do. Until there's nothing left of me without you. I've been telling myself this for days. It doesn't matter now. You're mine and I want you so much. Back at the Bratva, I closed off my emotions. It was the only way to survive. But, seeing you always increases my emotions tenfold. I'm not blaming what I went through for my actions. I'll make it up to you, but you're staying with me." He squeezed my thigh and I was pretty sure my panties were soaked.

She lowers onto it with a broken, ecstatic sob, her body linking us all in one writhing, vertical stack of flesh and plant. The merging begins in earnest. It begins as pressure at the base of my skull, then erupts outward. Memories, sensations, and emotions surge through me in a violent rush. Giselle’s desperation becomes indistinguishable from my own. Zayn’s last defenses fracture, his pride melting into raw, instinctive bliss. Javier’s playful curiosity collides with Becky’s uninhibited enthusiasm, all of it spiraling through my mind like the golden fluid coursing through our veins.

“What’s going on here?” Eric’s voice cut through the tensed air, his tone was mixed with confusion and frustration while scanning the room as if searching for answers. Finally , his gaze settled on me, heavy with accusation. His eyes narrowed, jaw clenched and his face reddened with anger. “I can explain” I managed to say while staring at him. But Eric looked like a predator ready to pounce,his emotions simmered just below the surface,making me shift uncomfortably.

My chest pounded in rage as he caught up with me. But I didn't stop. The elevator was near. It was almost full. If only I could magically appear inside and watch the door close in his face. But he touched me. Somehow those rough fingers clasped against my wrist, pulling me back as I was about to step into the elevator. My eyes darkened as I watched the door close while he spun me around so I could see him. Suddenly, my emotions resurfaced. I could feel them burning underneath my skin. Pain, madness, rage, disgust, bitterness, they crashed over me like a tidal wave.

And for a minute, I just sit there, glaring at the ceiling like it owes me rent. Then, I glance to my right. And there it is. The only good thing about today. Devil’s Muse. A thick, absolutely sinful romance novel I pulled from the stack of books Janet got from the hospital library. The kind that has zero shame and maximum plot twists. The kind that doesn’t ask me to heal or forgive myself or do the inner work. No. This book asks me to shut up and watch the enemies-to-lovers pair absolutely ruin each other emotionally and then physically—with very vivid, very illegal levels of detail.

My red eyes burned brighter, glowing like twin embers in the dark. I didn’t just feel her anymore — I sensed her, read her. Every emotion pouring out of her was like a vivid color across my mind. Pleasure. Shame. Desire she could no longer hide. She wanted this. I could see more too — faint shadows flickering at the edges of my vision, dark, venomous energies circling us like vultures. But none dared come closer. They recoiled from me. Their fear tasted so sweet on my tongue.

excited Elena rushed to the door to see what Rob had gotten for her. She opened the door with excitement which quickly changed to confusion. All she could see was Rob standing in front of her drunk and shirtless "Uhm uncle what did you get for me?" She asked. Rob gave her no response and just stared at her body. uncomfortable with the way he looked at her she tried to close the door but Rob held the door open and forced his way into her room "I want you, Elena, I want you" he said drunkenly. "Elena, Elena... where are you?" she heard Britney call out. "Oh no, that must be aunt, She's back. You need to go please." shivering she sat on the bed as Rob made his way out. "ELENA!!" Britney yelled

So I think to myself, but my relief is short-lived. "Don't worry. I know you have not marked her, but being that you have mated and that she is part angel, she will still feel the sting of your betrail." My gut clenches. I have to stop this. She can not use me to hurt Raine. She starts to slide her hands over my chest. I want to fight her, push her away, but I can not move, and I am trying. My wolf is trying, but I don't budge. She leans down, and her lips touch mine. It is like someone else is controlling my body as I kiss her back. I can feel the sting in my chest. Goddess, please don't let Raine feel this sting too. I think to myself. She starts to move her hands down my body. She grips m

It looked like they had exchanged hundreds of messages over the past few days. Estel had been consoling Julian, and he had responded in kind, thanking her for her words and saying they were a great comfort to him. The tone was undeniably ambiguous. She gloated. "After reading these, do you still think he doesn't have feelings for me?" I couldn't help but remind her. "Isn't it possible he's trying to get information out of you? Julian can have any woman he wants. Why would he be interested in you?" Estel exploded with rage. "Esmeray Gage, I haven't even dealt with you for what you said last time. Are you itching for trouble again?"