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said Aithusa as he pulled him close by the lapels of his t-shirt and then kissed him. Grace kept on standing there in the room and watched them kissing without having any compassion or other feelings herself. Then Aithusa kissed him for a full minute and could feel that the energy from his soul passed on to her while she breathed in a new lease of life and then she looked at Grace and said,” This one is not capable of doing anything in hell. He will not even make a demon.” “Right!! I forgot the fact that you can see their memories while kissing them,” said Grace and she yawned and said,” How many victims till you are good enough to walk on your own feet and then you can go out and hunt on yo

Hell, she was on fire with need – both the physical thirst and the carnal one that vampire blood inspired in females bearing the teardrop-and-crescent-moon birthmark. Absurdly, James fought to distance himself from the gravity of what was happening. He tried to occupy his mind with a clinical mental inventory of her features – anything to dull the erotic movements of her mouth on him – but it was no use. Grace was too real, too damn hot, the way her spine arched and snaked with each long draw of her mouth. Her breath heaved, rapid and deep, and her lips were making deliciously wet noises in the quiet of the room.

Grace hesitated , she didn't take a good look at the pictures before but now that Jacob was asking her to get a good look her expression wasn't that of comfort , however she knew that this was important so she steeled herself and took hold of the photographs , watching them intently , her eyes flickered over the room that was dark and dingy " its the same one , however I don't think that I can tell you where it is , or who is his sponsor because he seemed to have a quite a good number of sponsors " " wait - you mean to say that this - everything is just a sort of sick bdsm club of the rich ?" Asked Lewis finally grasping the horror of the entire situation in those two sentences . Grace nodde

Her love for Sebastian led her to her downfall. "S-stop! L-let go of m-me!" She tried taking Diane's hands off her neck but she couldn't as Diane was stronger than her. Compared to Diane, she won't even have a pinch of hope to win. "I will kill you now, bitch." She even tightened the grip on her neck. "You're so tired doing all those shits, aren't you tired yet?" She grinned while seeing Farah suffer. I know she waited long for this time and now she's already at this state so I know she will never let this slide once again, especially since the only person who's stopping her can't tolerate Farah any more. "Do you think the Alpha will forgive you once? No, so take this as my gift to you. It w

"If the High Vampyr is unable to rule, the vampire world will fall to chaos. Wars will follow... Sean will use the chaos to his advantage. He's arrogant, but he is cunning and old." A wave of nausea washed over me. Astarte's words painted a horrifying picture. The truth was far too much to swallow, yet something in Astarte's eyes, a flicker of desperation laced with a strange vulnerability, made it feel all the more real. The clock at the back of my mind ticked on. Hesitantly, Grace met her gaze. "How can I be sure you mean it? Why would you help me after all this?" Astarte's lips twisted into a humorless smile.

The man said with disgust to the alright heartbroken Grace. “Please… please no” she began to plead as the man pushed her on the floor still showing her his gun. Quickly, he raised her gown up spreading the crying Grace leg wide open as he force himself into her. Grace wasn’t a virgin but this was not what she wanted as the man was too rough with her, she try all best not to scream but the pain was much, the pain of Cynthia betrayal added to it so she began to scream in pain.

I made sure no one had a reason to betray me, and those who did became a distant memory. Grace was the only person I had ever allowed to walk away from me. There was something about her beauty and inner strength that set her apart. I had never encountered anyone quite like her. She was a fierce, determined young woman. I had persuaded Grace to befriend Rei Draven and to encourage her to socialize. However, Grace didn't possess the same resilience for the sort of tasks that Lillianna effortlessly accomplished. She seemed too pure for the world she had become entangled in with Lillianna. Grace's true nature shone through when she came to Rei's aid after their paths crossed again, seemingly by

"You fucking motherfucker, how dare you... " Alexander growled angrily. "I knew that you have a dirty blood but never thought you could step so low... You fucking used that poor girl against us." "She is my sister, you bastard." Vlad gritted. "Everyone knows who is the bastard." Alex spat. "Grace is the innocent one among us, Volkov and you played with her... What did you do to her that she can't even recognize herself?... We were mourning here because of her death, my brother almost lost his life... And I will never forgive you for that... "

"Where exactly do your intentions lie? Speak plainly about Victoria and the future of the pack." The weight of her words pinned me. My mind scrambled for clarity amidst the chaos of my wolf’s behavior. That scent was pulling at me, making it difficult to focus. "Pups are sacred to pack law," I said carefully, unwilling to commit further, my focus torn. A sharp gasp drew my attention to the doorway. Grace stood there, her violet eyes wide, her face pale. Her hand gripped the doorframe for support, her other hand… held her abdomen. In a heartbeat, she turned and fled.