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As she leaned on his door on the driver's side, he motioned to her to get in and she hesitated for a few seconds before getting in. "What would you prefer?" he blurted out, glancing at her long, lean thighs. She had changed from her office work clothes and wore a brown pleated skirt that hung on her mid-thigh and a flowery printed vest and white sneakers. He would be crossing boundaries and lowering his chances of having a meaningful conversation with her if he proceeded to touch her. He did not want to lower his chances of getting through to her. "Can we drive around town while we talk or would you prefer we sit in at a restaurant and have a few drinks?" he asked. Driving around town would

Somehow I can’t stop thinking of going back… But I can’t, I’m doing him a favor remember… ‘Little miss goodie two shoes’ I smile as I hear a very familiar sassy voice in my head “And what’s wrong with being good” I mumble what I always tell her back. I know I can’t hate anyone…but surely ever since I knew the word hate then I’ve always hated one single person.. Abdul Sabri.. He took away something so precious to me…even before I could have it… my brother. Well, my name is Isqaar. No don’t try to pronounce it, If you care much just call me Issy... I got used to that since no-one ever pronounces my name correctly,..

He shook his head as he walked out of the room, realizing how much of a jerk he had been when they met. Recalling he had insisted she resign when she was only trying to patch her life together made him hate himself the more. Immediately he stepped into the vehicle, Raphael's call came in, and he immediately swiped the receive icon. “We found her. She never left the company.” Sebastian heaved a sigh of relief as he heard Raphael's words, but the relief didn't last long as he heard his concluding words. “She was found unconscious.”

Imani whispered, voice low and breathless, fingers tightening around theirs, “I never imagined it could feel like this… all of this.” Zariah leaned closer, cheek brushing along hers, lips tracing the curve of her jaw with slow, teasing warmth. “Neither did I,” she murmured, voice soft, playful, deliberate. “But I wouldn’t change a second of it.” Every word, every brush of her fingers, carried a spark, a thrill, a daring sense of discovery that made Imani’s chest tighten in delicious tension.

The air actually turned black around his mouth, the dark energy coiling like snakes as it raced toward me. I didn't just stand my ground this time. I reached out into the air. I saw the vibrations of his voice as jagged, black lines of code and hate. I reached out with my hand, my fingers glowing with the heat of a thousand suns, and I grabbed the air itself. "You’ve used your voice to hurt the weak for too long," I said, my voice dropping to a low, melodic hum that made the ground beneath us vibrate. "You don't deserve to speak for the North. You don't deserve a voice at all."

I threw the abortion report from the Healer in their faces and had the guards throw them out. After reading the report and confirming that I had truly aborted the only heir of the Twilight pack, the Ackhursts completely lost their minds. They momentarily dropped their fear of Dad's authority and stood outside the gates of the Bloodmoon pack. There, they cursed me for being ungrateful and disloyal. Andre even went so far as to yell, "Jane! I'm not dead. I'm your real fiancé, Andre! Come out and see me, Jane! I don't believe you've stopped loving me…"

WINNIE I was convinced that I had stopped breathing at that moment. It took everything within me to still the tremor in my hands. “I can see you already having fun with your new husband” he spat the last two words with so much venom that I had to wonder if they were truly related. It was baffling that his own brother could detest him this much. His eyes raked over my body not so subtly and his eyes instantly darkened with hunger. I closed my eyes and shuddered internally for a brief moment.

I rose from where Kevan lay and chased after that person whose back I could only see. What i felt was like a vexing of the soul for what I felt was not human, it was twisted and distorted but it was something strong. It burned so bad like fire lacing my veins and creeping up my spine, all I could feel was desire; desire to hate. To kill. I was intoxicated with emotion I had no intention of ever feeling, the acidity of it was residing in my stomach, in my lungs, my mind, in every part of my being, waiting to be unleashed.

For a man who faints at the first sight of his white-lotus first love, and a heroine who weaponizes her own tears like a loaded shotgun. I open my eyes, looking at the pair of them through a completely clear, icy lens. The delusion is dead. It didn’t just die; it rotted and fell away. I desperately, honestly hope that Hades—the ruthless, terrifying Alpha King from the novel—isn’t as mind-numbingly infuriating as these two absolute goddamn idiots. If the ruler of the empire is this stupid, the whole kingdom deserves to burn. “Wow,” a gravelly whisper vibrates right against my shoulder blade.

Chapter 4 (Xander's POV) She kisses like she wants to kill me. And fuck if I don’t want her to try. Sophia Laurent’s fingers are twisted in my shirt, her mouth hot and furious against mine, like she’s pouring every drop of fifteen years of hatred straight down my throat. I taste champagne and rage on her tongue. My hand stays locked at the back of her neck, holding her exactly where I want her, pressed against me, trapped, 'mine' .