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He turned on his heel and stormed out of the master suite without uttering a word, slamming the heavy door behind him. Maren pressed her fingers against her burning lips and took a ragged breath to calm her racing pulse. She walked to the nursery crib and lifted her crying nephew into her arms, rocking him gently against her shoulder. The room felt far too small now, trapping her inside a fortress of gold and uncomfortable desire.

" When I heard the doctor say that, I went completely quiet. For the sake of a new project, I had been overseas for 39 straight days, working day and night, and I finally made it back in one piece. I never expected that at the celebration dinner, one glass of mango juice from Alan Holt would land me right in a hospital bed. Out of habit, I tapped open my pinned chat, typed two words, and then realized something felt off. Looking closely, I confirmed that it was Alan Holt. He had just changed his profile picture. Now, it was a green mango. While I was staring blankly at the chat window, Alan's call came through. He sounded cold. "I'm already home. Where are you?" I said nothing. Any other tim

The head nudged against his slick, fluttering entrance, sliding through the warm wetness. Riven broke the kiss with a sharp cry. “Aahh—!”

"Charli..." "I won't mention it again, Mr. Demetri, except to tell you that I was wrong earlier today. I disobeyed you, and I believe I should be punished." I'd practiced that line multiple different ways, but saying it aloud was so different than each silent attempt. The spoken words heightened my arousal while simultaneously increasing a vulnerability I didn't know I'd feel. With barely a drink of the French wine I'd poured, I was deliriously intoxicated by my words, his proximity, and the uncertainty of his actions.

Levi was gifted like that, he could get in anywhere, and you never heard him coming. “I’ll be back in a bit. I know you’re going to need some Scotch for tonight’s bullshit meeting,” Levi said, and walked out again. Malachi smiled, and shook his head. Levi was right though. Malachi walked to the living room, planning on getting himself a drink, when he spied the man standing with his back toward him. The stranger was gazing out of the window. He had light brown hair and stood about 6’2” tall.. The stranger turned around, and Malachi noticed the fern like marks on his left arm. It started at his wrist and went all the way up to his neck. “Malachi Sinclair.”

She tastes it on her tongue, it's like a copper penny or maybe just the taste in your mouth when your Momma runs a red light and almost kills you and all of the people driving on the street with her. Yes, that is the taste of rage. First she has the taste, next she is standing up and pounding on the girl and swinging at her friends and there is long hair caught in her fist¡­no not hair, just weave. Girls are crying and the teacher is holding her arms down against her body and screaming over and over, 'Juicy stop!' And then suddenly she can breathe and think again.

You could hear the regret in her voice. "I put the poison in a glass of wine and planned to bring it out for Helia. And I did. I said I noticed her glass was empty so I got her another. But as I set it down on the table regretted it. I couldn't kill her. I tried to fix my mistake by saying I knew she preferred white wine to red, which she did, but she had already taken a sip. It was over. I went and got the Prussian blue as soon as I could but by the time got my hands on the pigment it was too late." Genevieve shut her eyes.

Please don’t take her suggestion so easily. ‘’ It really works,’’ Rain started to defend herself. ‘’ Stop,’’ August instructed the wolf to stop talking. ‘’ And where can you find the Herb?’’. ‘’ That’s…..in the forest of Ravenwood, a herb with spiky thorns, its crimson colored. You can recognize it easily.’’ ‘’ Bring that and mix it with water. Then he will be healed.’’ ‘’ Go and instruct others to search for the herb and bring it here. We’ll create the potion and then see whether it lasts or not. We have to make every stone unturned.’’

CHAPTER ONE | I AM A RACCOON IVY KING F! A big fat fucking F written in sticky red on the front of my Chemistry paper. I internally groan as I check it again, hoping and praying that it would magically switch to an A. Hell, I wouldn't even mind if it changes to a D or C, as long as it is no longer the grade I'm staring at right now.

At his feet lay a handful of wild fruits, dried provisions, and medicinal herbs. "Is this Blood Vein Ginthera?" Chase picked up a bright red, flame-like fruit, sniffing it curiously. Blood Vein Ginthera—a rare medicinal herb that grew deep within untamed forests. It was exceptionally rare and had remarkable effects on strengthening the body.