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It is DANCING IN FLAMES! This book is like a continuation of Hellbent Denied Love. For those of you who thinks that this book ended in a rather rough way, I am sorry! The normal chapters will come and for this suspense, the first few chapters in DANCING IN FLAMES will reach it's tenth chapter that everyone would read for free. Like I said, Hellbent Denied Love have officially come to an end!!! See you guys once again In DANCING IN FLAMES!!! Love, DaoistLv 💕💕

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

I cocked my head to the right in submission. "Take it." ♾ You've come to the end of this chapter. Thank You for reading Chapter Twenty-Eight| Intensity. Are you ready for the heat? Skip the next chapter. It is mature! Love, Coco

Sienna’s jaw clenched. He leaned in, his lips brushing just below her ear. “Tell me,” he whispered, “is it from the cold… or is it from my touch?” Her stomach flipped violently. God, she hated him. “I hate you,” she bit out, but the words held no venom. Alessandro chuckled. Deep. Amused. Infuriating. “Liar.” His hands drifted lower, sliding over the curve of her waist. Then lower. Resting at the base of her ass.

But Damien—or rather, Zyros—had no intention of stopping. One of his hands trailed down my body, his touch possessive, claiming me as his. The sheer intensity of his kiss left me breathless, my mind spinning as I struggled against him, but it was useless. He wasn’t letting go. And deep down, I knew he never would. Damien’s lips left mine, but the fire he ignited refused to fade. My lips were swollen, tingling from his unrelenting touch. I gasped, my breath shaky as I glared at him with pure hatred. "I... I hate you!" I spat, shoving against his chest, but he barely moved. His fingers wrapped around my wrists, forcing them above my head, trapping me beneath his weight. His grip was firm, unyi

------------------------------------------ TRIGGER WARNING This book contains scenes of torture, raw erotic content, and SUBTLE references to pedophilia (Chapter 1). This is not your typical romance novel. It dives deep into themes of WAR, LUST, DARK OBSESSIONS, EXPLICIT S3X SCENES AND GRUESOME MURDERS. This book is slow paced. It is a slow burn. If you’re here solely for the steamy scenes, then you're gonna have to wait till chapter 25.

Heat burned in my chest, fury pounding through my ribs, but the bastard kissed me harder, like my resistance only fed him. I twisted, trying to pull free, but he forced me back into the chair, pinning me down with his weight. His lips were relentless, stealing my air, making me breathless. My mind screamed to fight, to hate, to shove him off. And yet, underneath all that anger, my traitorous body burned with every brush of his mouth, every press of his grip. It infuriated me more than anything, that I could hate him and still feel this.

She meant the horrible words coming out of her mouth. “It was the heat, Marcus. Nothing more. I could never be with a male like you. You’re the arrogant bloodsuckers who killed most of the people I ever loved. You made me become a killer before I was old enough to handle shifting. I will never have a normal life because of vampires like you. Every time I look at you, I see blood. You disgust me. I disgust myself for ever touching you.” Marcus staggered back, step by step, until his back hit a wall. His chest caved in, the bond twisting like a knife. And the pieces of his shattered heart fell all over the fucking place.

PROLOGUE SALMA The night pulsed with tension, thick and heavy as I stood in the corner of the dimly lit room, my heart racing. Outside, the city buzzed with life, but inside, it felt like time had frozen. Laughter and clinking glasses faded into the background as I focused on the man in front of me. Vito leaned against the bar, his dark eyes shining like polished stone under the low lights. The air around him crackled with danger, and my heart pounded with a mix of excitement and fear.

Disgust twisted in her stomach. “I would never want you,” she spat. Her voice venomous. Her saliva striking his cheek. She glared. He chuckled. A low chilling sound that sent goosebumps racing across her skin. Wiping her spit from his face with a slow deliberate motion he leaned in. His breath warm against her ear. His handsome features cruelly perfect and inhumane inches from hers. “We’ll see,” he murmured. “I hate you,” she gritted out. Each word dripping with venom.