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DIARY OF SILVIA DRAKE

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But one comment in particular stood out, and I couldn't help but feel a twinge of annoyance because of who made it - Julie. Her comment read: 'Just date already.' Just then, Derick messaged me again: DERICK: 'By the way, you're a great dancer. Are you taking practice?' SILVIA: 'No, I'm just my own teacher, and you're also a good dancer.' DERICK: 'Thanks! I love the way you move your legs. I thought you didn't know how to tango, but I wish to dance with you again.' SILVIA: 'Thanks a lot.' DERICK: 'But Jenny is a bad dancer; don't tell her, or she'll kill me!' SILVIA: 'Derick, stop it! She's your sister!' DERICK: 'Yes, she is, but her bloodline...' DERICK: "Yes, she is, but her bloodline of dancing has faded; she's a terrible dancer." SILVIA: "Derick, stop it!" DERICK: "Can I ask you for a favor?" SILVIA: "Why not? Go on." DERICK: "Can I have Anissa's number?" SILVIA: "No, I don't have her number." (thinking) "Idiot." Then, I gave him a terrible stare before sending him Anissa's number and dropping my phone. Messages kept coming in; I was angry and jealous. Eventually, I decided to check the messages, and they were all from Derick: DERICK: "Thanks." DERICK: "Why aren't you replying to me?" DERICK: "Why are you angry? Tell me." DERICK: "Please just reply to me." SILVIA: "What! I've given you her number, so what more do you want from me?" DERICK: "Wait, are you jealous?"
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I was Kidnapped for Revenge by a Ruthless Alpha

[MATURE CONTENT] SEXUALLY EXPLICIT CONTENT. Eighteen years ago, blood stained the halls of the Full Moon Gala. The Vampires came slaughtering nearly every wolf shifter at the gala, including the visiting royal family. Blood drenched the earth, and when the carnage ended. Prince Ambrose, soaked in the screams of his people, he rose from the ashes with a single vow: Blood for blood. Eighteen years later, Ambrose is now Alpha King, ruthless, unyielding, and revered by his pack. But his thirst for vengeance never dulled. His target? Princess Odette. Odette isn’t a delicate doll. She’s fire wrapped in silk. Born of power, and unafraid to destroy. Raised by the very monsters that broke him. Ambrose wants to break her. But this princess doesn't break easily. Captured. Kidnapped. Claimed. The girl he wanted to destroy becomes the woman he can’t stop watching. Touching. Needing. Their bond is dangerous. Twisted. Forbidden. Can love be born of vengeance? What if a terrifying and dangerous threat rises from the shadows? Can a millennia long blood feud be overcome or will they destroy themselves before the enemy even has a chance? Ex: I started the shower and then looked to her and ordered her “Take off your clothes.” She almost snapped her neck with how quickly she turned her head to face me. “Excuse me?” “You heard me, Take. Off. Your. Clothes. Princess.” She looked at me dumbfounded, she couldn’t believe I was asking her to do this. The sheer audacity of me. She’s rich. Ha. “No, absolutely not.” She narrowed her eyes at me and lifted her lip a little, showing part of her fang. It was a warning glare. “I’m not a patient man. Strip or I will strip you of your clothes.” As I spoke those words, a sense of thrill shot through me. I've seen plenty of women naked. But my enemy’s daughter. Stripping her of her dignity, forcing her to humiliate herself. My wolf purred inside. “I will not.” Odette stood firm in her stance. “I will only tolerate so much disobedience.” I growled at her, I moved quickly, closing the distance between us in an instance. I grabbed her sleeve and tore it off her. She jerked back covering her arm with her hand. I moved closer to her. Ripping off another shred of her dress. She screamed “Stop it. Don’t touch me. Dog.” She napped. I snarled “Call me a dog one more time princess and see how I punish you.” “D.O.G. DOG” She said firm and slow. “I’m not actually, I am the Alpha King, the strongest and most powerful Alpha there’s ever been.” I was getting tired of the disrespect. “Keep feeding that ego of yours, maybe one day it’ll be a reality.” She hissed back. I grabbed her by the throat and lifted her off the ground. She thrashed and squirmed in my grip. But I held firm. Getting in close I whisper in her ear “Watch your little wh*re mouth. Before I shove something in it to keep it busy.”
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