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it's been a year since Danielle and Nick got back together, They were now married. Danielle tried to help Nick the best way she could but Nick's Condition had become unbearable, his jealousy and rage only increased, he had stopped feeling sorry for hitting her when they argue, it almost always results in him attacking Danielle or Elena or them both. he's become so lost in himself that he now derives some pleasure from hurting them. it became so bad that he would beat Danielle' in public and threaten to kill her if she ever left him. "I'll hunt you down and kill you if you ever try to leave" he'll say. somehow Danielle still loved him and tried to manage him, but if this rage and vile behavi

, 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".

Grayson I hated to leave out from the Blue Blood Pack without a formal goodbye, at least. I got a call from my pack that I was needed back as soon as possible. I let Piper know what was going on and would come back as soon as we had everything taken care of. What I was not expecting was to go home to a pack full of chaos. Two of my back members were found dead near our borders. One was a young pack member named Brian. He was only seventeen. The other was one of my best warriors. Tommy had been on patrol the night before but never made it home. He had a wife and two young children. This is not how I wanted Piper to meet the pack.

I'll like to see how that courage and hate will turn into lust for me". Elara's eyes fluttered shut for a second, trying to block him out, but the heat of his body, the scent of blood and wine and that dark cologne, pressed in on her from every side. She felt the rough pad of his thumb slide slowly up and down the column of her throat, not choking now, just stroking, possessively, like he was petting something he already owned. Her pulse jumped under his touch, traitorously fast, and she hated how loud it sounded in her ears. "I'd like to see how much of me you can take in your tiny throat"

They laughed as they hit him one last time, leaving him half-lifeless on the floor. Marcus's body raced with humiliation, hurt, and anger. He needed to get the money and fast, He crawled, reaching for his phone on the desk, his mind racing with revenge. "I changed my mind," he struggled to speak. "Put the plan in motion to kidnap the kids now. He staggered as he tried to stand up “Let's see if the Sinclairs really care about their little twin."

My breathing was still rough. “Because you are mine. You belonged to me, and they touched you. I hated it when people did this kind of thing. They shouldn’t touch someone else’s woman. I destroyed Brad Watson because he disrespected you, and that bastard Jacob is on the road for what he did to you.”

“All I know is that you’re nothing but a weakling, and you don’t deserve to be the ivory witch. You’re the worst version of shame.” At that moment, Clarissa felt like there was a band that kept expanding and someone was beating something in her eardrums. She was beyond angry as she did one thing, roar. Just like that, her hands and body brought out a light she never thought capable of bringing, and she turned it towards her doppelgänger in rage.

I smell sweet smoke on her breath. She chuckles, low and devious. The sound vibrates through my bones. For one agonizing second I think she will kiss me. I hate how much I want it. Instead she pulls back slightly, grinning with perfect sharp teeth. That’s when the voices begin. Hundreds of them. Thousands. They swirl around us like a storm. Every horrible sin humanity ever committed pours into my head at once.

She still looks at me like she wants to kill me. And that single look sends a raw, electric jolt straight through my veins, hotter than the aged whiskey still burning on my tongue. Fifteen years of poison and unresolved war ignite between us in one searing second. Her hazel eyes burn with pure, unfiltered hatred, her full red lips pressed into a thin, furious line. My pulse thunders in my ears. My cock twitches hard against the confines of my tuxedo pants, already half-hard from nothing more than her glare.

Her hands held onto the thin fabric of the t-shirt he was wearing under his leather jacket. “Wait!” She yells as a grumpy, animated look takes over her face. “I don't miss you! I hate you! Even if you smell good, I still hate you.” She pushes off of his chest and pokes a finger at him. “Hate you.” She pokes her finger into his chest as she speaks. Within seconds of telling Kol she hated him she turns on her heels and loses balance, falling to the floor and landing flat on her ass in the middle of the crowd of people.