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From the moment Bradley Carter's hand brushes against Elizabeth White's skin and coin-sized blisters appear, she knows that he isn't just another rich kid with an impossible ego--and he isn't. He's a demon.
Saddened over her brother Zack's recent cancer diagnosis, sixteen-year-old Elizabeth keeps to herself. So, when Benjamin, the most popular boy in school wants to be her friend, she's surprised. Bradley, however, knows exactly what Benjamin is after--Elizabeth's soul. As a witch, Benjamin will lose his power to practice magic if he doesn’t attain a pure soul, as a general rule, the more souls you corrupt the higher up the ranks you move, and Benjamin’s dropped down two levels already.

Suddenly I feel a heavy presence behind me.
"Hey beautiful," he moans against my neck.
A chill goes through me.
"D'ziko," I moan, involuntarily leaning into him.
Long, lean fingers trace the side of my waist, it's a warm hand and I know I’ve felt this touch before. I feel his whole body meet mine from the back, I arche my arse towards him, it lands on his crotch.
His fingers move upper still to trace my lips. A family of butterflies flutters in my stomach.
He groans as I turn around to face him. This is the first time I’ve seen his bare chest although I’ve rested my head on it so many times.
He takes a couple of steps back and stands to look at me for a second before I’m in his arms again.
I’m pressed up against the wall, not sure what to do exactly as his lips go through every inch of me.
I dig my nails into his shoulders and he groans and his tongue finds my nipples. My breasts, it’s like they have a life of their own right now. He goes down…the belly button, the stomach, my inner thigh and that’s it! I can’t! I grab his shoulders and try to pull him up. He doesn’t fight me.
His heavy breathing in my ear is the death of me, I dig my fingers in his back, I have never ever felt anything like this before. He pushes one of his legs in between mines, forcefully so opening them wide.

“Goodnight. I love you”.
I ’m not responding to this one.
Now for that app I need to sign up to, I quickly put on my details then pay the joining fee, I'm approved within seconds. I give them Finn's number and then put my phone on silent and go to sleep.

When twins Clara and Daniel spot their missing (feared dead) mother, they're elated that Ahd has returned after vanishing three years ago. But when Ahd frames the twins for their father’s gruesome murder and disappears again, Clara and Daniel realise their mother isn’t itching for a reunion—she’s out to destroy them.
Not only were Clara and Daniel the only people in the house with their father when he died, but they also both have devastating secrets and misdeeds their father was close to sharing with the police. According to investigators, his death wasn’t an accident. And worse, the person they claim did it can't be found. It is the death knell.
With Ahd in hiding again, and no one else having seen her, trying to prove she's alive and that she's the real assailant drops them down a rabbit hole of deceit that raises chilling questions about those around them. They must decide if the risks are worth justice for a father who'd betrayed them. And when the drastic threads start to culminate in a treacherous showdown with Ahd, they realise why she wanted her husband dead... and worse, Daniel agrees. Clara doesn't.

"Arrr," she screamed, her ribs cracking, the eerie sound like a car crash to her sensitive ears. "No."
It seemed as if the pain stopped and Isabella managed to get back on her feet, but it didn't even take a second and she was on her knees, gasping.
"Ah." The sound rang through the forest, bouncing off the trees and making the ground shake. Needles prickled on her skin as fur peeked through her pores. Claws with a dangerously painful slowness replaced her nails. The sensation was no different than when she'd trapped her hand between the door and the frame.
Isabella's body had an uncomfortable, boiling temperature as her bones cracked and rearranged themselves.
"What's wrong?" asked Isabella into the dark night. There was no answer, not that she expected one. Maybe this was death, and she closed her eyes to slowly embrace it.
Her body vibrated with panicked pain.
"Shh, sweetheart, it'll be over soon." His velvety, seductive voice enveloped her seductively, making it hard to breathe. He'd to have changed into his human form.

"I'm sorry, for everything." His voice was sincere and his intoxicating breath brushed against my face and I staggered back a step. "I know I hurt you, though, that certainly wasn't my intention but I'm trying to protect you."
"Protect me from what?" I hissed.
"Me." He said coldly. He glared back. Finally provoked.
Are you kidding me? This was his excuse? Really? I rolled my eyes and stood up, my jaw clenched tight. "Can you at least try to be original?"
"Nuru, I can't be with you, not only is it not safe for you because in my job I piss a lot of people off," he insisted, speaking slowly. He sounded annoyed."...a third of those people want me dead, half of those would do anything to get to me — even go as far as hurt the people I care about." He shook his head with a grimace.
I wondered if I shouldn't be scared that people would want to hurt me if I continued to be in Roman's presence; instead I felt uncomfortable, the thought of staying away from him would hurt me more. The idea of abandoning Roman for a lifetime without him was repulsive to me. It made me sick. There was a connection between us I was sure only came once in a lifetime. I wouldn't leave him for anything. So why should this be any different? And a smile curved my lips. He'd admitted he cared about me — not in so many words, but still I felt a surge of pleasure.
"You had no problem with being with that stupid girl, Regina," I mumbled, wondering how much of my anxiety he could read. How much of my jealousy.
His face turned cold, expressionless. "You can't seriously compare this, us... to what I shared with"