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Love that KillsĀ Ā Ā Miss Bad Luck
He was sitting in the corner of a chamber. His face was shrouded in shadow, but I could feel his hot gaze fixed on me. The silk nightgown I was wearing smoothly clung to my body, exposing too much of the parts that were meant to be hidden. My eyes blinked, and he was suddenly only an inch away from me. I almost choked on my breath, acknowledging how easily he towered over me. Shadows still embraced his face, but the soft moonlight generously revealed his bare, broad shoulders, the muscled arms that slid around me before I could gasp, and the carved-to-perfection chest, which I would gladly explore with the tip of my tongue. He closed the distance between us, moving fast, parting my lips, and entering me with lush licks. His hands traced my body through the thin fabric, expertly finding every swell and valley. His scent, his touch, and his caresses robbed me of my reason. And as he removed my nightgownāthe last thing that separated our bodiesāI was ready to give myself to him along wit
Love that KillsĀ Ā Ā New Job
I called the police. I debated whether or not it was a wise move, but once my panic subsided enough for my brain to reboot, I figured the police officers would never sign a terrified student on the list of potential suspects... or so I hoped.Three police cars arrived to secure the crime scene and interrogate the only witness they hadāme. I told my story to four different people and kept answering the same questions. I was exhausted and wished for nothing more than to finally lay my head on the pillow, but my visibly closing eyes and wobbling legs didn't make the officers any less relentless."So, let me get this straight." Detective Monroe, the fourth person interviewing me, cleared his throat and glanced at his notes. "The victim stole your wallet and ran to the back alley. Then someone killed him, and your wallet with all your documents landed next to his body?""Yes," I confirmed. "That is exactly what happened."The detective narrowed his eyes at me. "You are surprisingly calm, M
Love that KillsĀ Ā Ā Him
I stared at the manager in disbelief, and I wasn't the only one; all the other candidates stared at him in absolute shock. This wasn't just about the fact that I got the job, but because I was the ONLY ONE who got it.I watched as the other girls exited the club, glaring at me and cursing me in a variety of languages. All those years of bullying should have made me stronger, but I guess I was too sensitive to people's hatred, and the cumulation of their emotions hit me with a vicious blast. Suddenly, my chest became too tight for my lungs to expand. I sipped tiny, insufficient bits of air that only made my heart pound harder. A sharp, high-pitched sound pierced my ears, bringing dizziness and nausea and making me want to curl under the nearest table. A panic attack.Two strong hands landed on my shoulders, the touch flooding me with surprising serenity. "I thought that getting a job is a good thing, or am I wrong?" Nicor chuckled.A tight squeeze on my chest lessened, and I slowly rai
Love that KillsĀ Ā Ā Average Sunday Morning
"Come in." I heard the man's deep voice as I opened the door. "I've been waiting for you, Nala." My name came out of his lips as a breathy whisperāa promise of sinful pleasure.I swallowed and stepped into his office. "Close the door behind you," he said. "I want no one interrupting us." Every word he spoke filled me with anticipation.I finally mustered the courage to look at him. He was leaning against the front of his desk, his fingers curling on the edge of the desktop. One side of his lips gently curved as his eyes devoured me from head to toe. I stepped toward him and felt a shiver as if I was crossing an electric field that surrounded him. "Come closer," he urged, drawing his teeth through his lower lip."Mr. Malachious, I don't think we should be doing this." My words were the exact opposite of what I wanted.He huffed a chuckle, and it must have been the most sensual sound I had ever heard since I instantly squeezed my thighs. Then he shrugged off his suit jacket and undid th
Love that KillsĀ Ā Ā Competition
I sat on the bed and stared at the credit card Nicor had given me. I needed that money, but I suddenly began to wonder if I hadn't gotten myself engaged in some kind of shady business. Fine, the fact that Detective Monroe had no idea who Calvel was could have a simple and reasonable explanation. Maybe this Calvel was new or recently transferred. Or maybe he was off duty, working in some other department, and he saw police cars and decided to stop and ask if they needed helpā¦ That would sound reasonable, right?I collapsed on my bed and groaned. Certainly, if I had relied on common sense, I probably should have assumed that there were no such things as policemen recruiting girls to work as waitresses in a high-end club just when they desperately needed a well-paid job. Actually, I should have put Calvel right next to Santa Claus and the Easter Bunny... except that he existed, and now I had real money in my pocket and a credit card with ten thousand dollars on it.I groaned again and sl
Love that KillsĀ Ā Ā Too close
Breath caught in my throat as I watched the steel construction fall where Merissa stood. It might have lasted less than a second, but time slowed down for me as it happened. I felt a sharp burst of wind brushing against my skin just before a hundred glittering crystals crashed against the floor. Horror widened my eyes as I tried to notice Merissa among the pile of dust. Then I found her lying on the floor on the left side of the stairs, almost unharmed. I exhaled with something close to relief, but then I froze, thinking about another person who stood near her. The dust fell, and I saw Ash standing next to the spot where Merissa was lying. He seemed unfazed, brushing off the dirt from his suit jacket. Godā¦ Even in a situation like this, he looked impeccable and mouthwatering. It took me an additional few seconds before I acknowledged Nicor's hand still resting on my waist. I shifted my feet, inching my heels deeper into the step. Nicor's feet were on the same step as mine. He stood o
Love that KillsĀ Ā Ā Restless
I spent more than an hour staring at my ankle and testing its mobility. It seemed perfectly fine, but as I recalled all my previous injuries, I became highly aware that none of them healed so fast. Now, I could either assume that my ankle wasn't as badly twisted as I thought, or stick to the bizarre theory that my boss miraculously appeared in my room and gave me something that might have been a magic potion, which healed me. The latter sounded ridiculousāmy entire dream seemed ridiculous! Anyone who would even suggest that whatever happened in my dream was real should have questioned their sanity! But I couldn't ignore the fact that, in the typical blur of my surroundings, all my dreams with Ash had one extremely vivid elementāhim.I couldn't explain it, but he, his scent, his touch, his whole goddamn presence felt real. I shook my head as if it could possibly chase the thoughts of him away from me. Unsurprisingly, it didn't work. I took a deep breath and then another one, summoning
Love that KillsĀ Ā Ā Fear
I didn't have Carrie's number. I didn't have her twin sister's number either. I asked the other girls, but it seemed like I was the only one who heard the scream. How was that even possible? The shriek had sliced the air in the entire club, making people's heads snap toward the upper floor, but when I asked around, no one could recall hearing anything strange.It bothered me. It scared me. I might have tried to convince my mind that I heard wrong, that it was just my gloomy imagination, and I would have... if only I could talk to Carrie.I couldn't sleep. I was lying in my bed with my eyes fixed on the ceiling. My heart painfully pounded against my ribcage. Perhaps my fears were irrational. I knew that Carrie, Carol, and I were all scheduled for Friday. I knew that I would have to wait until then, hoping that Carrie would come over and laugh out my darkest assumptions.Maybe I was just paranoid. Even if someone had screamed then, it could have been anyoneāa staff member or a clientāan
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Love that KillsĀ Ā Ā Heartbeat
NALA A week later Happiness. I think that was what I felt. Bliss and happiness. I woke up naked in our bed. Ash was lying behind me, his naked chest pressed against my back. One of his arms served as my pillow, while the other casually rested on my waist. I would never get tired of waking up like that. I could feel his cool breath brushing the crook of my neck, and a shiver traveled down to my lady parts. "Is my Queen getting aroused?" Ash purred into my ear, and I bit my lip to stifle a moan. "I'm not your Queen yet," I told him, pretending that his voice didn't increase the humidity between my thighs. "You have a crown on your lovely head in my eyes already," he said, kissing my neck. "I think I'm hungry." His arms wrapped around me, pulling me close and melting my body with his. His teeth grazed my skin as I shuddered in anticipation. "How does it feel?" I asked him all but breathlessly. He chuckled and nibbled on my earlobe. "How does what feel?" "Drinking blood," I said.
Love that KillsĀ Ā Ā The Fate
NALA"Wake up, angel. Please, wake up." Ash's voice slowly pulled me out of unconsciousness. I opened my eyes and saw his worried face brighten up with a smile. He held my head on his lap and stroked my hair, and the relief I felt when I saw him made my whole body shudder in sweet relief.Tears gathered in my eyes. "Ash," I murmured, my voice cracking. "You're hereā¦ This isn't a dream."He shook his head and chuckled. "Of course I'm here. I had to save you." He leaned down and kissed my forehead.As I retrieved my awareness, anxiety flooded me. "W-where is Drystan?" I stuttered, looking around.Ash pointed at the fountain, and the stone soaked in blood. "He is gone," he said, but I heard restlessness in his tone. Then I felt the ground shaking and small stones dropping from the ceiling.I swallowed and looked into Ash's eyes. "What's going on?"He stroked my hair and took a deep breath. "I need to get you out of here. Calvel should be close to the temple." Before I could say anything,
Love that KillsĀ Ā Ā To Death
ASHWe found the temple, but it wasn't the map that brought me here; it was her. I could sense Nala from miles away as we moved through the wasteland. I ran ahead, leaving the map to Calvel and the rest while I rushed to the temple of Belial. I was the fastest, and I needed to be there as soon as I could. I had to stop thisāstop Drystan and stop the apocalypse.I burst the door open, and my eyes instantly found her. Nala was lying by the stone fountain in the center of the hall. Her entire neck and most of her angelic face were covered with blood. The wounds on her neck were fresh and still bleeding. That cunt, whom I used to call my brother, fed from her. He caused her unimaginable painā¦My blood turned into molten lava. Fury stormed inside me, ready to erupt. My claws were out and prepared to rip the flesh of those who harmed her. I saw tears falling down her pale cheeks, blending into the streams of her blood. "Ash," she murmured, her voice barely audible, but I could still hear he
Love that KillsĀ Ā Ā The Curse
NALA I begged Drystan to stop, but he didn't. Then I begged him to kill me, but he only chuckled through his teeth as he sucked my blood. Finally, I embraced the sweet darkness around me. Losing awareness was my bitter reward for getting through another night of torture. I drifted through nothingness until the vague sounds reached my ears. I floated toward them, toward the soft light that suddenly opened in front of me. I saw spiral stairs carved in stone. Someone ran up. I couldn't see the face. I could only hear the clanking of the heels hurriedly hitting the stone steps. I followed that person and quickly found myself in a castle tower. The one whom I followed stopped by the window and untied the strap of a black cloak. As the heavy cloth fell down, it revealed a familiar, black-haired womanāEstelle. She wore a white cotton dress covered with blood stains. Her black hair was untied and tousled, and her slender hands and face were dirtied by bloody mud. She looked at her trembling
Love that KillsĀ Ā Ā My Light
ASHIt had been two days since I had been losing my mind. How could I make such a foolish mistake?! How could I not predict that one of our allies might have been followed?! Drystan and Baltazar killed one of the groups that wanted to side with us. They tracked them, murdered the entire pack, and forced their Alpha to give them our location before they ripped his heart out.Drystan knew that he would never defeat us in our territory, but what he had planned wasn't a surprise, full-on attack. He only wanted Nala. I didn't know why at first, but then I learned about the ancient ritual that could give the demon's spirit enough strength for him to be reborn. The strength he needed was in Nala's blood. Now, for two days, I sensed her agony and couldn't do a fucking thing about it."Did you find that old fox?" I asked Calvel as soon as he entered the meeting room.The grim look on his face couldn't mean anything good. "I found that fucker, Jarrod, in two pieces. Someone decapitated himāa cl
Love that KillsĀ Ā Ā Making a Choice
When I regained consciousness, my whole body rattled from the piercing cold. Drystan wasn't lying. Whatever he did when he bit me filled me with raw fire, burning my insides to ashes. Once the pain pushed me to madness, I wished for death. I thought I had died when the relief finally flooded my senses. But I was still alive, and as the scorching flames left me, the slightest breath of wind sent icy needles to prickle my skin.The shackles were still on my wrists, and the heavy chains restrained my movement. The skin around the cuffs was torn and constantly bleeding. I couldn't stand up or even lift my head. I wish I could say that I survived the previous night, but I couldn't even call it surviving. Drystan let me breathe only to finish this three-day ritual.The realization filled me with a new wave of painā¦ I should die. Not because it was remarkable that I was still in the world of the living, but because only my death could stop the apocalypse. Without my blood, Belial would not b
Love that KillsĀ Ā Ā Pain
I opened my eyes and winced from the pain. Every part of my body hurt, and the fact that I was lying on the cold stone ground wearing nothing but a partially torn nightgown made the pain more vivid and overwhelming. My hands were shackled in chains so heavy that I barely mustered the strength to lift them. The chain was bolted to a large stone at the foot of some kind of sculpture. Struggling, I rose to a sitting position and focused my eyes on my dimly lit surroundings. The place where I was, resembled ruins. I could see broken columns and crushed rocks lying around a spacious, round hall with a dome-shaped ceiling.I turned around and took a close look at the sculpture next to me. It was at least seven feet tall and resembled a terrifying man-like creature with massive horns on its head. His huge arms were armed with stone-shaped claws, while his feet melted into the center of the podium. The stone where my chain was bolted was part of a ring, placed within a three-foot radius of th
Love that KillsĀ Ā Ā Our Bond
I stared at the mesmerizing mark on my neck and couldn't help the grin that curled up my lips. I brushed it with my fingertips, and it seemed to faint under my touch and then reappear once I took my hand away. "Do you like it?" I heard Ash's voice coming from behind me. It didn't startle me as much as before. This time, I could feel his presence seconds before he spoke. I turned around to face him. "Your mark looks beautiful," I said. He chuckled and touched the spot on my neck. "Actually, it's not mine, but ours. It represents our union." Then he leaned down and kissed it, sending a wave of pleasure down my body. "Don't do that," I breathed. "Do what?" he teased. "This?" He traced the mark with the tip of his tongue. I moaned, fisting the collar of his half-unbuttoned shirt. Then I forced him to face me. "You are not playing fair," I told him, frowning. "This mark isā¦ extremely sensitive." He grinned. "I know. As a matter of fact, from now on, I will know your feelings. I will
Love that KillsĀ Ā Ā Weapon
A few hours later, I was sitting in my chamber and combing my shower-damp hair in front of the mirror. Was I truly the only one able to stop Belial? But how was I supposed to do that? Should I attack the Drystan-Belial duo the way I attacked everyone in the auditorium? But the last time I used that power, it drained me, and even now, I didn't fully regain my strength. Perhaps I should concentrate the stream of power on Drystan and Belial without dispersing it, but what if that still was not enough? What then? As a descendant of an Archangel, I could only possess a mere percentage of his power. Could I truly be a match for the true fallen, even in his weak, spiritual form? I groaned in frustration, tossing my hairbrush on the table."You are worrying too much. It's overwhelming, isn't it?" Ash suddenly appeared in my mirror, and I almost screamed."Don't do that!" I frowned at him. "Make a sound at least!"He chuckled and stepped closer, taking a few strands of my hair between his fing
