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A single text appeared: Meet me. One hour. Eastbridge Park. Come alone. Beauty Kendall frowned. “You’re not going.” “I have to.” “You know it’s a trap.” Jack smirked grimly. “I’m counting on it.” Eastbridge Park was deserted by the time Jack arrived. The winter air bit at his skin as he stepped off the path and into the shadows. Beauty emerged from the fog like she’d been born in it a long black coat, red lipstick, a smile that promised both danger and pleasure.

It was an order, she nodded her head. Crysler stretched his muscles, a smirk came upon his face. AND he shifted into his wolf. For the first time, Rebecca felt the power radiating from his body. The huge black wolf with shining golden and purple eyes. Its power, the dominating aura that can control anyone, is not an ordinary alpha wolf. There is something more to its power. It's so beautiful and fierce! Rebecca is mesmerised by it. Rebecca's wolf is so small as compared to Crysler. The wolf turned his head to look towards the small petite figure of Rebecca.

I hope she forgives me and gives me back my pretty face, I just can't live this way. Alexander's point of view: My thoughts were still on Rihanna, I just can't concentrate on anything without thinking about her. I was trying to read the book my junior cousin gave me but I don't think I'm paying any attention to it. It is filled with magic and supernatural stories. Suddenly my eyes caught something in the book. A story of the ugly girl and the beauty goddess. There are other goddesses apart from Selene and I've heard about this beauty goddess but I don't know much about her.

He leans over kissing the small tears from her eyes. “You're beautiful,” he tells her with a charming smile. Cassandra did not believe he was lying, she was indeed beautiful and probably the most beautiful in his eyes. For beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder. Carlson didn't regret anything, this was the best feeling ever. They stayed in the same position for a while and when he was sure enough, she was comfortable, he moved gradually increasing his pace.

Amaya walked slowly and quietly behind the mean looking lady. She didn't have a single smile on her somehow wrinkled face,and she walked with the gait of an angry man. They kept walking and taking bends,until they arrived at another different building in the villa. This one was quite smaller compared to the mansion, but was far more luxurious. Everything screamed wealth and power. The guards at the gate stood professionally and at alert, with their guns at the ready. "Where was this mean looking woman taking her to?" Amaya wondered,but kept following like a lamb being led to be slaughtered.

To love anyway. And Owen and Lucas had both learned that lesson well. They had both learned that the most beautiful kind of wrong was the one that led you

My parents’ faces lit up like what he said was worth rejoicing over. “What do you mean?” I asked. He scoffed, then snapped his finger. A tall man in a blue tailored suit walked in and handed a document to my father. My mother rushed and handed his seal to him. Before he could stamp it, I rushed over and grabbed the documents from them. I read it aloud, “Slave disguised as wife for a year.” How disgusting! My brows furrowed as I yelled, “ You’re selling your daughter?” My mother tried to calm me down as she leaned closer but I snapped, “aren’t you ashamed? Now you’re selling your daughter? Isn’t it enough that you killed your first flesh and blood?” I paused. “Now you want the second one gone

This changes nothing. She is still lying about something because she still smells wrong. Or right. Point is, he still doesn't really know what she is. Walking back to the bed, he opens the diary and starts looking through it again. This time, with purpose. Somewhere inside these pages, there has to be a clue. He finds only one. She speaks of the full moon and the woods. The strange sensation beneath her skin. But that's not nearly enough to tell him anything. He already suspects she's a wolf, but that's not the whole truth.

He sat beside her, looking at her beautiful face. Her eyes closed, face up to the sky, feeling the moonlight brigthen her face. It made her glow like ever. She looked like an angel. So innocent, so bright. And he was that wicked devil looking at her with thirst. It’s clear that she had no idea, clueless as ever, not knowing who he was. She sat there, enjoying the wind blowing softly on her face. Smiling, feeling the chill.

As I continued through the book, the daylight faded behind me. The images of the bloodied war shift to the image of a woman wrapped in silk like clothes, adorned in jewels, with a crown sitting atop her head. I flipped back to the cover, it was the same image just in more detail on the page. Her beauty seemed transcendent, the artist must have been bewitched by her beauty to be able to make the reader fall into such a state of awe that I’ve found myself in.