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Taking off his tie, he tied her hands together, and did not care if the burns were broken, raise her legs once more to take her, "Ramma Aubrey you bastard, I hate you" Orly Lazy's tears kept falling slowly, it was ridiculous, in the book it is said that this is an intimate water fish but from her point of view it is a haunting torture... Ling Ling Lazy stood outside, pressed her ear to the door, wanted to eavesdrop on what was going on inside, but no matter how she heard, this room was not too soundproof, it could happen. everything everyone knows, makes her heart burn like fire, seeing Orly Lazy leave a divorce petition, she was overjoyed, she didn't need to lose any strength to be able to

was a word far fetched from how I was feeling. Her hair clung to her neck, dripping wet, and a towel barely covering her curves wrapped around her breast. Her figure was so obvious. Fucking tempting. My jaw slackened, and my eyes traced every drop of water that glistened on her skin. Violet! Was this a dream? The red hair, those thighs. My gaze flickered to her face. Hazel green eyes peered into mine. I could swear that every damn feature of hers spoke Violet aside from her eyes. They were the only thing that spelled Sophia Crane.

Violet was sure Curzon was using them to manipulate her into accepting his offerings but their lives were far more important than her pride. "Names," Violet said, sighing. The maids looked confused. "Tell me your names. Names are important." "I'm Olivia," replied the redhead. "And I'm Hestia." Violet accepted the key from Hestia. "Show me the way." *** Violet tried on six different dresses, each one so crowded with decadence there was little room left for her. They were long, like Chione's Parvara wardrobe, which left Violet feeling consumed by fabric. But she chose a pale blue organza that clung tight to her waist and fell from her shoulders like water, flowing behind her into the dress's t

If she could sustain herself with reading then she would. Niccolò threw his arm over my shoulder and offered me one of the cookies on his plate as a promise to keep his teasing to a minimum. I accepted it with a nod. Violet was so lost in her own little world that she didn’t even notice us coming into the library. I recognized the cover of her book and couldn’t help but smirk. ‘Her Cold-Hearted Alpha’ by Moonlight Muse.

After getting a befitting dress, we left the dressing room to the balcony where I came to learn of the Violet I recently encountered. Everything Lizzy and Estella told me had just sounded like a surprise bomb. It was Lizzy doing most of the talking as Estella backed her up. She sounded like the informative type so it was very nice to have her around. My eyelids didn't shut once due to the intensity of the new information that just came to my understanding. From what Estella and Lizzy told me on the balcony, Violet was another royal blood but was the wife of Darius. I shrugged with intimidation written all over my body wishing I had never had that particular kind of encounter with Violet. Ana

I'm still trying to identify which language it is and why I understand it perfectly. The woman gets up from the chair and walks towards me, her penetrating gaze watching me closely. "Don't worry; I won't devour you now." She says sarcastically. "I want to know your name." I take a deep breath, trying to calm myself and answer her question. "My name is Violet." I reply, my voice slightly hoarse. "What happened to me?" She considers the information for a moment before introducing herself.

I wanted to tear that dress off and take her, feel her body melting in my arms. But still, things had been better between Rayan and me since the end of The Wave, and I didn’t want to throw that away. I needed to keep resisting, just a little more, if only so I could say I had given everything I had. I took a long step back, putting distance between us and averting my gaze while licking my lips. “Luna, I…” “Violet.” She insisted, taking another step toward me, bringing that intoxicating scent closer again. “I’m just Violet to you.”

That was one of the most insane ideas she had ever heard. When Morgana was in front of her, Violet stared into her eyes, and only then she realized the purple iris was really bright, like it was shining. "Let's see how long you can take it." Morgana said and waved her hand, and Violet felt her body whirr and bump against the table. The vases and books above it fell on the floor. A few candles were blown out when Violet flew above them. "Are you really going to mess all your office just to provoke me?" Violet said with a teasing smile.

Ziv skips the topic, "Come on, let's grab something to eat." Emily tugs on my sleeve, "Who is this?" "Oh, this is my mate, Ziv." I introduce. "What?! How can he be your mate!" Lola screams. "What are you suspecting? Miss? I heard your conversation just now, and I'm sorry to tell you that Violet doesn't need to work for two years to buy a car because this car ..." Ziv says, word for word, amidst Lola's gradually embarrassed face, "...belongs to Violet." Ziv purses his lips. His sexy lips are spitting out mean words now, "Also, I'm not interested in you at all. Nor am I interested in knowing your name."

“And remember this: next time, don’t hand your life over to a man who only knows how to use you.” I had someone take her away and settle her elsewhere. Alive, she was far more valuable than dead. What she knew was enough to dig up another layer of information from the people still surrounding Drake. As Drake was forced toward the exit, he suddenly turned back. “Violet!” I stood where I was, watching him. He continued, “Was there ever, even for a second, when you actually loved me?” The question was so absurd that I almost laughed. I walked toward him slowly and stopped just one step away.