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They say love is stronger than lust. But Niu believed otherwise. Love might be powerful, sure—but the pull of raw desire? That was even stronger. Still, maybe it depends on the person. When someone cheats, they know the risks. They know they’re about to hurt someone they love. But the thrill? The rush? It’s so intoxicating that it’s almost impossible to resist. Once you give in, it becomes easier to do it again… until you’re hooked. Niu had always loved Leanne—for as long as he could remember. But the night he saw Kate dancing wildly on the floor, temptation hit him so hard that he forgot about everything—his feelings for Leanne, his vows to Claire, even his marriage itself.

Avery sat down on the edge of the table. "Wrong. The beast would be awake, alert, and in its strongest form." Wahika replied. "Let's postpone it then. Do we really need to do this?" Avery asked. "I don't want to die." Wahika brought out another book. "This was the older version. Some chapters are missing in the new version. They removed it and refurbished it as fiction." Wahika dropped the book on the table. "Only three people have access to this book. The white witch, that's me. The supernaturals burnt theirs to ashes during the war. The third —" Avery waited for her to say something, but Wahika didn't.

I opened it carefully and began flipping through pages. The writing was old, uneven, faded in some places, but the words were still clear. My eyes moved slowly over the first page. A bond of two natures… I frowned, turning the page. Born of great magic and sacrifice. My stomach tightened. “What does that even mean…” I murmured quietly. Then I opened another page. Then I saw a drawing on it. It looked familiar as I leaned closer, staring. A woman, clearly a witch by the robes and symbols around her, was standing over two wolves lying on the ground, as strange lines of magic seemed to curl and swirl around them.

No matter how sweet she smelled or how striking she looked, that witch with the fiery red hair was pure evil. With every step closer, his wolf grew more restless, more feral. Then he came out of the woods where the river ran freely. The man came to an abrupt halt; not prepared for the sight. The witch he loathed with everything in him rose from the river, water cascading down her body. Her fiery hair plastered to her face, clothes molded to her curves, and in the sunlight, fuck, she shimmered like pearls in the sea. His gaze trailed downward to her curves. The dress was sheer enough to give him a tantalising glimpse of her cleavage. Sean swallowed, his imagination turning wild. She was even

Someday, I will be your undoing, you will beg for my touch, and every kiss will be as empty as your heart, leaving you desperate and unfulfilled, until every thought leads back to one person. Me. Yours Wickedly, Sierra. Unable to contain myself, I screamed into my pillow until my cheeks flushed bright pink. I can't believe I wrote that. It's a good thing, because he'll never read it. I picked up my cell phone and dialed a number. “You've reached the FBI's private hotline,” the automated voice spoke. “Who do you wish to speak with?” No matter what happens, I was going to be the reason Don Dante Spinelli's empire burned.

Tension so thick you can taste it in the air. I'm bringing Beatrice. My angel. The woman who's taken root under my skin in a way no one else ever has. She's going to see it all. The glittering resort and the darkness that lurks beneath the floors. It's not just luxury and ocean views. It's a fortress, a playground, a chessboard, and every player there is a dangerous game.

He noticed things the way storms noticed open windows. “You still dislike the scar.” “I dislike asymmetry.” “You touched it twice.” “That was physician assessment.” “That was not entirely physician assessment.” Halrem shut the manuscript. Slowly. Very slowly, with the dreadful patience of a man deciding whether composure still counted as dignity. “You are becoming offensively perceptive.” “You are becoming easier to read.” The statement landed with deeply irritating accuracy. Before Halrem could respond, the white wolf rose from beside the hearth and crossed directly toward Draevor, settling calmly near his boots before dropping onto the archive floor.

Forgetting about the situation that was happening currently I was snapped back to reality when I see him lunge at the grey wolf that was chasing me, they snarl and tear into one another; his claws tear into the side of the grey wolf who lets out a howl from the injury that was just inflicted onto his torso. Whimpers are to be heard as the grey wolf backs away from the black wolf and stares at me as he growls and snaps his jaw, within a second the grey wolfs retreat back to the forsaken territory as they take off running in retreat from the attack that was inflicted onto them, sighing in relief my arms collapse under me as I stare up at the sky laughing in relief of being able to live another