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He asked, humour almost in his voice as he raised his brows. "Either we leave now or let me stay, you don't need to be asking questions about who I'm with" I answered. I was angry, I hated that he could come here and completely take control, he just had to show up and be near me and I was ready to do whatever for him. He genuinely had such a hold over me, his presence alone intimidated me, enough for me to feel weak with him near. That's why I was angry, I couldn't stay and do what I wanted because he was here, to ruin it all and act as if he had a right to boss me around and tell me who I could and couldn't dance with. He didn't want me but didn't want me with anybody else? That's what I ca

“Life is unpredictable, Hazel. You should consider yourself fortunate to be under my protection. Sign the contract, and your future will be secure. I’m sorry for your trouble.” Hazel’s emotions overtook her, and she flung the contract to the floor. “I won’t do it! This is heartless, even for you!” Jonathan rose from his chair, his cold demeanor intensifying. “Very well, Hazel. If you refuse, remember, you’re more than welcome to leave,” He gestured towards the door. Hazel, her heart heavy with grief and despair, realized that she was trapped, not just in the mansion but in a sinister web woven by a man who embodied cruelty and power.

I even added a love diagram on top of it. I threw the book on the ground as I sighed. I feel like I am going insane. I thought about tomorrow and I can't help but think of them watching the fireworks as they kiss passionately. They are even walking down the pathway of the night street as they hold hands. Oh God! I am insane. Insane or not, I need to stop them from going tomorrow and it's all because I know Hilary is a witch, that's all. I have a long nose right now.

“Then what do you want me to feel? Hurt? Cry? Come on that is so lame for a lady to do besides this isn't the end world" “How can you feel nothing? We told you that you---“ “That I am not human yeah yeah I get it” I stopped Akira and continued what she was about to say. “Do you feel nothing after the rejection and acceptance?” Scar verily asked. “I only feel satisfaction and nothing else. Accepting the rejection won’t lose me anything or what. And I am certain to where do I place myself so stop telling me those, if I am a wolf-like you then I should be broken down to the ground now get it?” But the truth is it is painful talking this matter with them.

He played his guitar and sing Perfect - One Direction. "Now, I give you 3 seconds if you don't answer I'll take that as a yes." He said. "Elsa Koshly, will you take me back?" I nodded slightly and I bet he saw that. He walked to me and hugged me. "I hate you.”

Not hatred. Not cruelty. But a twisted, irreversible attachment neither of them would escape unchanged.

It made me laugh how much people thought they knew me enough to say shit about me when in reality I could kill them all without feeling any sense of remorse. But I wouldn't do that. Not unless I have to of course. "This game sucks ass" Khalil complained as he yawned. "That cheerleader is giving me the 'fuck me' eyes" Za smirked as he stared right at a girl who was indeed staring back at him whilst twirling her hair and occasionally giggling annoyingly because of him sending her winks or whatever it was he did to get some pussy for the night. "She looks 5" I commented making them laugh.

Ana tried to stop her from shouting, flinging her arms uncontrollably and crying hysterically “I hate him, I hate that bastard, I hate him,” Mahira continued to wail, he has ruined my life, he is a devil, a monster, bastard, he has ruined me completely, my child has nowhere to go...Aarghh!!!! I’ll kill him, I’ll kill you Tazz, I hate you you demon, I hate you... Aaaaaaaaaahhhhhhaaahhh! she wailed inconsolably as Ana and Mak both tried to hold her in a huddle Her face was damp with tears, a miserable, heart wrenching gloomy look enveloped her face

he ordered, his gravelly baritone leaving absolutely zero room for negotiation. Panic flared hot in my throat. I hesitated, pressing my bare back hard against the blue silk sheets, my hands trembling. Even though Skylar had dragged me into this club, my cautious nature was screaming at me to run. I had never touched stuff like this in my life. It felt too dark, and completely out of my control. "Am not going to hurt you" He tilted his jaw, a slow, dangerous smirk slicing across his face as he took in my frantic breathing. "Trust me, wildcat. You know you want this."

"The man who loves to hate me." And his hatred has become my fixation, a twisted allure I'm powerless to resist.