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The confession stung a little but I consoled myself and said it's because of his anger that he said such. "People like you have a special place in hell, I tell you" he said looking at me angrily. "People like me" I scoffed. "People like me own empires in hell" I uttered in confidence. " You are wicked , pure evil" he shouted in frustration. "Thank you" I responded sarcastically.

He felt immense power flowing inside of it, and he instantly sensed something terribly wrong about the book. It gave off the aura of darkness and malice, and despite the fact that he had already obtained it, the book caused his wolf to awaken and roar loudly. The werewolf king couldn’t help but to retreat from it instinctively, terrified of what the books would do to him. However, despite his panic, his fear did not last long, for a moment later, the book started glowing, turning itself into the purest form of light that he had ever seen.

His desire for her was like a ravenous beast, voracious and relentless that cared nothing for right or wrong. The consequences be damned. The world be damned. His morals be damned. He wanted her, truly, madly, insatiably. She's like a drug he's hopelessly addicted to.

I asked him straight away while he listened to me quietly. “No, why would you think that?” He said resentfully and scoffed. “Because you were mean, Zayn… You were not like this. You were cruel and rude and – and arrogant. You were only bad to me. I found nothing good in you since I met you and now suddenly… You are being a good guy. What is it that you are planning? Tell me…” I said sharply. “Sarah, there is nothing…” He said and then walked a little forward while I gulped and took a subtle deep breath.

"W-Well, a friend of mine introduced him to me. I... I was just looking for someone who can help me with the business and... and my friend suggested that Hyperion was the perfect candidate to–" "Do you even know what he does? Amelia, he is a fucking mafia lord. Getting involved with him means letting him use you and once he gets what he wants from you, he will leave you behind bars. And for fuck's sake, use that brain of yours to see how much of a dangerous man he is!"

It’s as if my thoughts summon him, because when I round the corner at the end of the hallway, I collide with him. There he is—my husband, Magnus Blackwell, the Wicked Prince of Caelondor, the man who severed the fingers of a Lord who dared touch me. The man I’m meant to poison to save my father. And most significantly, the man I’ve started to desire.

What if the rumors are true and I am the rot in the Montgomery den? Blake’s smile was as steady as a mountain. "If I scented malice in you, I would have left you to the scavengers. Rumors are like wildfire in a dry forest; most wolves just enjoy the heat. As for Vernon, once his lies are bared, I will see him stripped of his rank and forced to kneel for a public apology."

Kate’s face hardened, but he just smirked, unfazed. “Does Claire know you’re here? What are you really doing in this place?” she snapped. He only shrugged, grinding lazily with her to the beat. “This place is for people who need alcohol and sweat just to survive another day without going insane,” he said quietly. “And tonight? That’s me.” His eyes slid down her body, lingering shamelessly on her breasts peeking from her top, then lower, to her skirt. He smirked. “Damn, babe. Gorgeous tits.”

Lila’s heart slammed against her ribs like it wanted to burst out. She sat frozen on Ethan’s lap, his thick cock buried all the way inside her dripping pussy. Every tiny movement made her feel him even deeper. Alex stood at the fridge, the soft light spilling across the floor, only a few feet from where his little sister was secretly riding his best friend’s dick.

"Vixen! You have brought ruin to this den! You claimed she was the whelp of a nameless rogue and a dying grandfather!" Charlotte, weeping and clawing at the floor, tried to defend her error. "I only saw the old wolf, Preston, at the gate every day! How was I to know she was protected by the Shadow?" She realized too late that she had kidnapped a cub protected by a god of the underground. The reality of his doom began to sink into Bennett’s bones. In a fit of frantic, misguided rage, he grabbed his own son, Harper, and shoved the boy toward the broken porcelain. The boy wailed as the glass bit into his knees.