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Neither Sam nor Nick had really been fighters before they left but certainly made up for it now. Surprise, surprise. That entire area was absolute chaos. Savagery, claws, teeth, and willpower. My brother’s arrogance and conceit were oozing out of him. He didn’t give a shit that his people were screaming out in pain, some having already lost their lives. They were collateral damage to him. That belief would be his downfall. It was clear why the Goddess hadn’t made him the firstborn because he’d have made a horrible fucking Alpha. That was more than apparent in his rein as the self-proclaimed Alpha Hades.

LXXVI: Burning Hate Alyssa's POV I hate seeing him. I hate that even after he became powerless and enslaved, his presence is still undeniably noticeable. He struts around with his head held high as he isn't a criminal. I hate that stoic face of his as if he didn't do anything wrong. I hate it whenever I hear his voice. I hate everything about Knox Volkov and I have never hated anyone in my life.

Her mind raced with memories she thought she had long buried. Marcus's laughter was a cold, sly sound. "You'll never be free from me, Elle. I know all your damn secrets, and I'll use them to drag you back down into the darkness with me." He pulled her hair, his grip tight, and she winced in pain. "Do you understand me?" As she tried to free herself, Marcus felt her trembling in his grip. Her hands shook, and her eyes teared up. "Now come with me," he growled, pulling her with a strong force. Tears poured down her cheek as she screamed for help, struggling and fighting back.

I’d follow this guy anywhere he wanted to lead me. “What can I get you to drink?” His voice was so deep and seductive it made me shiver. I had already drank so much that I knew if I had another right now I’d be head first in a toilet in 20 minutes. I didn’t want to pass up my opportunity here. “Just water’s good for now. I’ve already been drinking.” Luckily, my words didn’t sound too slurred.

His face has always been my weakness, an innocent angelic face with his intoxicating muscular body, leaving me to savage my despair for his happiness. “What are you waiting for?” he said in a deep, coarse voice. Not only his voice contrasted his appearance, but his brutal and arrogant attitude. My beloved was toxic and obsessive. My perfect match, I thought. “Don’t you miss me already? Come closer “he moved,crawling stealthily on the bed towards me. I couldn’t feel the cold anymore , my moist body was heated in anticipation of being in his bed. Tightening his hands on my neck, making me beg for mercy, he pinned me against the wall, slowly undressing me and playing around with my body.

, he said in an eerie tone. She got goosebumps all over, she spat in his face, “ Happy, Jesus Christ, go to hell", she said, turning her face away. “ never put your face away from me again", he ordered pulling her by the chin to face him, she screamed in pain then like a twisted psycho he said in a happy mood, “ this is our new home, just you and me, we don't need the world".

It shattered the wall of ice I had built against him. We hadn't been enemies fighting a war over pride; we had been two targets trapped in the dark while his family's empire pulled the strings to make us tear each other to pieces. "Kayla " Dante whispered, his voice sounding raw and broken. His large hand gently smoothed down my hair with a trembling sweetness. "You're completely quiet. Please talk to me. If you want me to leave just say the word. I will walk out. I won't break the contract if it makes you feel better."

I was not entirely successful. The lecture was fine. I retained maybe forty percent of it because the other sixty percent of my brain was occupied with frost blue eyes and a question I had been turning over since yesterday. Whether I was actually going to do it. Whether I was going to take the challenge he had dropped on me right there in my bedroom while his hand was inside me and Jaxon was at the bottom of the stairs. Make him hate me. The idea of it felt ridiculous and also, quietly, terrifying. I was walking the hallway toward my next class with my phone in my hand, checking it for the fourth time since I sat down in my last lecture, when I heard my name.

11:54 11:55 11:56 11:59 12:00 Once the clock stroked 12, a shiver ran down my spine ,my body was aching for a release and he wasn’t in sight yet. I heaved a sigh,as the clock stroked 12:20 a few minutes later. The library had a few people in it but nevertheless I decided to go round placing books back where they were meant to be. I took off my jacket and started going round, placing books back, I got to the back row of the library , it didn’t have a enough light, so people hardly sat there to read, there was a book on one of the tables. It was a Novel by Ana huang famous author for the twisted series, it was Twisted hate and the open page was one the steamy hate sex scenes between Jules and

Whispers, filled with hatred and despair, echoed in their minds, a psychic assault designed to break them. Maya felt a cold dread grip her heart as Xol'thul loomed before them. The sheer malevolent energy radiating from the entity threatened to consume them whole. Whispers, a cacophony of hate and despair, flooded her mind, insidious tendrils attempting to unravel her resolve.