Novel & Cerita Who Does Shadow Have A Crush On

Serena, you really don't want to play this game with a man like me," Adrian said, pressing his body into hers, his lips against her ear as he gently bit on the upper lobe of her ear. Serena let out a surprised gasp as he drew away and his eyes turned pure white again, indicating that Shadow was back. "You can't run away from me, little one, I'm the beast mothers warn their children to avoid, he may be civil, but don't mistake his kindness for weakness, little one," Shadow leaned in, inhaling her honey-lemon scent. Serena tried her hardest to break free from his grip, but he was too strong. "I want Adrian, please let him take over," Serena begged Shadow, hoping he would listen; for some reaso

Sylendra questioned fearing her guess to be true but before the man could have answered her, the lights suddenly turned on. And the first thing she saw... made her heart almost pop out of her chest and eyes widened. Her boss... Master Ethan Thompson, great master's son! "Mr.Thompson!" Sylendra uttered in shock before looking at the familiar pair of dark eyes of her boss staring right in her eyes like she was doing. In the moment of freeze, both strangely preferred to stay in the minute of surprise. They both felt being enchanted in one another's eyes, those eyes which hated one another's every single sight.

“Not the Carters, Bethany Carter. She called doom upon herself when she decided to be friends with the devil’s enemy and the friend of my Enemy is my enemy as well. It’s just sad that poor Nathaniel has to be dragged into this. That’s on his sister though, not me. Once I'm through with her, she’ll wish she never met me.” She said even more confidently. “I don’t know why you’re asking, but I don’t care you know. You can do whatever you please with that piece of information. Let me share something you might not know about me. Do you know I love to hear babies cry? Watching those tiny lips open widely gives me a lot of joy and It won’t be bad to have yours open that tiny mouth beside me, right?

Every time I get close enough to touch him, I can feel it simmering beneath the surface, ready to break free. I try to push the thought away, but it clings to me like a shadow. I don’t want to be drawn into whatever darkness Elias carries with him, but it’s like I don’t have a choice. He’s pulling me deeper, even without meaning to. Maybe even without knowing it himself.

It was Chase. Shadow laughed. “He really thinks I can't come to him directly? I would have numerous opportunities to get rid of him, but I skipped all of them. I just want to see him suffer before he dies. That is just what I want,” Shadow snapped, demanding to get to know more about the syndicate. “This is really going to get more interesting. He would plead for help, but there won't be any to offer to him.” They both laughed. And again the phone rang; this time it was still Chase.

Proof that shadows were closing in. I leaned into Victor’s chest, his arms wrapping around me like armor. “Promise me,” I whispered. “Promise you won’t let this destroy Elysium.” He pressed a kiss to my temple, fierce and reverent. “I promise. But understand, Cassie—whoever dared to touch you like this… they’ve already declared war.” And in that moment, with Victor’s heartbeat thundering beneath my ear and the photos burning a hole in my thoughts, I realized something terrifying.

On our wedding night, my wife, who almost never drank, got wasted because she was supposedly too happy. Just when I didn't know what to do, my best friend sent me a long message explaining how to take care of her. I blushed, but I still followed his instructions and soothed her the way he described. Natalie, who had been making a scene, miraculously quieted down. But just as I was about to call my friend and thank him, Natalie suddenly hugged me from behind. Heartbroken, she whispered, "Ashton Hawke, you're the one I wanted to marry." As she said it, the tattoo near her heart slipped into view: a hawk with its wings spread wide. My mind went blank. Ashton Hawke was my best friend of

“You! The rapist!” “Ah, finally, you remember me. Yes, my dear, in this life, I am Bill Shadow, the Beta of Hurricane Dawn Pack, Lisa’s brother. It seems we are destined to find each other.” He moved his face closer to mine, then whispered, “I have enjoyed your body and got your virginity. I want it again. I assume you haven’t spent the time on Cameron’s bed, have you?” I bit his fingers, and he laughed. “Biting? I love eager women more than shy and meek women. You spark my desire more, Victoria.”

Alex followed with a low, broken sound, spilling a second time, hips locked tight against her ass until the last pulse faded. They stayed locked together for three ragged breaths. Then he eased out, tucked himself away, and turned her gently. His thumbs brushed the tears of pleasure from the corners of her eyes. “You’re shaking,” he said softly. “Because you wreck me every single time.” He kissed her slowly, almost reverent, then straightened her skirt and blouse with careful hands. Her phone buzzed. Mia, video call. Bridget answered, voice still hoarse. “Hey.” Mia’s face filled the screen, bright and curious. “Babe, that Shadow Marketing episode is blowing up. 2,800 downloads already? Who t

“Will you ever stop?” “Not until I have what I want.” “Have you found your mate?” I look at him. What has that got to do with anything? Ansel’s brows furrow at the strange question, probably thinking the same thing that I am. “Not yet.” “that’s because she’s too busy running and hiding from you.” “What…” “Shadow god.” “What?” Ansel asks confused, like his train of thought was broken and he’s not sure what’s going on anymore. Well, same here.