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He was too lenient in tormenting me, unlike what he did to Danrious. Perhaps he's so furious with Kaelyn because she's Tita Rose's daughter from his first marriage. I walked down the hallway, carrying the books I borrowed from the library. The final exams are approaching, and even though I might be a vampire, I still need to study to interact with people. I looked at my arm, which was growing pale, with my green and violet veins prominently visible. Glancing at the clock as I passed by, I realized it was already morning, and I needed to hurry home.

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I was directed to the shelf that contained books on mystical beings. I picked the first book I could lay my hands on and opened it to the chapter where vampires were discussed. "I guess you love fairy tales," I turned to see a young man, dressed in a black suit. His hands were in his pocket as he was grinning widely at me. I cocked my eyebrow. "Vampires aren't necessarily classified as fairy tales" I corrected him. "You could say so. I mean they're different, strange, and strong. They ain't human"

The End ###### Author’s Note Hello, dear reader! Fated Mates Torn By Hate is the first book among my ten books that I wrote that garnered the most views (and has the most words). I’ve been writing since September 2021 here in GoodNovel so you know how this means so much to me. And I thank you so much for that. *makes sobbing noises*

I could smell the old pages and the smell of mold made me scrunch up my nose. The writing was fancy, I turned back again to search for the author but there was none. The first page was just made up of two words. “The Vorath" I read aloud. I turned to the next page and I read. They said ‘Vorath’ ate feelings and life energy. Mostly dark energy. Not humans nor blood like ancient vampires but it fed on the spark that ignited in creatures, wolves, witches and humans. And that spark was fear, the dark side of everyone, turning insecurities into something more and fear into a weapon. The more hope withered, the more it grew.

Scene Notice – Taboo Group Erotica This scene features explicit sexual content between Bianca and her three stepbrothers—Damian, Victor, and Julian. It contains themes of forbidden attraction, seduction, and multiple partners (MMMF). Bianca has always flirted at the edge of what’s acceptable, teasing the boundaries of step-sibling propriety. But tonight, the game changes. Tonight, the teasing ends. Tonight, they give her exactly what she's been asking for. All characters are consenting adults, and the story is intended for mature readers (18+) who enjoy taboo, emotionally charged, and provocative erotica. If such themes are not to your taste, feel free to skip this chapter

Her body twitched, raw nerves alive, ass still stretched and used, and now tongue-fucked by a sorcerer who worshipped through degradation. Ravion took her mouth in a bruising kiss, his beard scraping her jaw. His cock, already hard again, pressed against her slick cunt. He thrust deep, balls slapping up against the backs of her thighs. She sobbed into his mouth, her body stretched between them — Ezryn licking her ass while Ravion fucked her open again. “Shit,” Ravion groaned, his hands gripping her hips as he pounded into her. “You’re even tighter than before. Stuffed full of cum, and still begging for cock.”

Our daughter could go through books faster than anyone that I personally knew, which was saying something. Violet and I had the idea of collaborating with a well-known supernatural fiction author to create a story specifically for Ava. The author was a werewolf herself, a seer actually, and used her craft to put out enough truth about us to make humans think that it was all make-belief. You could think of it like camouflage, providing just enough of a smokescreen if the humans seemed to notice anything. The majority would consider any commonalities as products of their overactive imaginations.

My toes curled, and my muscles tensed. As I pushed myself toward the edge, the fantasy shifted. I imagined Vence entering the room, seeing me like this, spread eagle and desperate. I imagined him laughing, a dark, hungry sound, before he stripped off his clothes to reveal a thick, throbbing cock that looked far too big for me to handle. "You like this toy, April?" the imaginary Vence asked, leaning over me. "Let's see how you handle the real thing."