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Series: The Un Series by Izzy Sweet
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Total pages in book: 109
Estimated words: 109192 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 546(@200wpm)___ 437(@250wpm)___ 364(@300wpm)

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Since I was a young girl, I've been hidden away so I won't be claimed by a monster.

At the age of ten, I was declared tainted by a prophet. Doomed to one day bear a mark that will connect me to a vampire.

My parents abandoned me.
Leaving me at the mercy of their church—the Order of Saint Benedict.
For nearly a decade, I was forced to live underground and subjected to countless cruelties.

But everything changes the day a priest takes pity and rescues me.

While on the run, the cursed mark appears on my skin.
And I become one of the few women in the world a vampire can turn.

One night, I wake up in the arms of a monster claiming to be my fated.

With black hair, sharp cheekbones, and lips begging to be kissed, he looks like the Devil incarnate.
And promises me an eternity full of endless bliss…

If I’m willing to be forever bound to him.

Wanted is a dark vampire romance

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ONE

RAPHAEL

The Future

Alena shoves my hands off her and snaps, “You are not the answer to all my problems!”

Then she starts to angrily stomp off.

Bullshit, I think to myself as I pounce on her, not letting her get away.

Jerking her into me, my mouth drops to her ear. “Want to bet?”

I push the memory of us kissing through the bond and feel her tremble against me.

“Bet what?” she asks, her voice coming out breathless.

Fighting back the urge to exert the full power of my vampiric will, I purr into her ear, “I can fix it all. All the pain. All the misery you suffer…”

I turn her in my arms so she can see my face. She needs to know everything I can offer. Not the lies she grew up believing.

Bending her back, I lean over her. “I can make it all go away.”

Staring into her eyes, my body aches with the pent-up need to finally feel complete. “I can fill the rest of your life with endless pleasures.”

She’s so close to giving in, I can taste it. But I must tread carefully.

If I force or manipulate her into immortality, she’ll hate me for eternity.

She chokes out, “How?”

What I’m offering is tempting and she wants to believe me. Even if she doesn’t know how to trust me yet.

Too many people in her past have betrayed her.

But I am the one who will always protect her. The one willing to sacrifice everything for her.

Even my life, if it comes to it.

Dipping my head closer, I breathe the answer against her lips. “Give yourself to me fully.”

Her eyes soften, and I can’t resist the impulse to tuck her hair behind her ear.

If only she could feel how I feel. If she opened the bond completely, allowing herself to feel me, she’d know I will forever love and cherish her.

I will give her everything she’s never had.

Wishing I could shatter the damn thing myself, I say, “Break down the wall between us and you’ll never need it again.”

Her reaction is immediate and surprising. Almost as if she’s under some kind of compulsion…

Shouting in my face, she shoves hard at my chest, trying to free herself. “No!”

But I don’t let her push me away this time.

She can’t keep running from the truth.

This wall she’s put up, blocking half of our connection, needs to come down for both our sakes.

Trying to help her see reason, I say gently. “You have to, my love, if you ever want to experience true happiness.”

She shakes her head back and forth in denial. “It will kill me.”

Images of everything she’s longed to do over the past decade flash through her mind. Everything the Order denied her by keeping her trapped underground like a rat in a cage.

She longs for mortal freedom as much as I long for her.

But fate has already decided where this will end.

My determination strengthening, I know how to convince her.

Tightening my hold, I croon, “All those things you want… Everything you desire…”

Taking control of her dream, I weave together everything I glimpsed in her mind around us.

The grass she wants to run through. The flowers she’s longed to smell. The tall trees reaching for the sky.

And the soft breeze teasing at her hair.

She sways on her feet, but my hold keeps her from falling over.

“I will give them to you,” I vow.

She twists in my arms and stares at the grass swaying before her in wonder.

Turning her back around, I nudge her chin up so she can see what she’s yearned the most for.

A large, open sky splashed with red, pink, and orange stretching above us.

How did he know I wanted this? she thinks to herself.

Wanting her to understand how closely we’re already connected, I answer, “I’m inside you.”

Icy dread flows through the fragile bond on her end.

“You can read my thoughts?” she asks.

Her dread settling in my own stomach for a moment, I hesitate before admitting, “Yes.”

Her muscles tense, as if she means to run.

Crushing her against me, I remind her, “You gave me permission.”

“When?!” she gasps.

I brush my lips purposely against her ear and enjoy how even the slightest touch from me affects her. “When you begged for more pleasure.”

She jerks her head away, but I follow.

Exhaling, I caress her with my breath. “Everything you think, I hear. Everything you feel, I feel.”

Her fear of me surges through the bond, threatening to overwhelm my control.

I pull back and look at her face. “Because you’re the other half of my soul.”

Shaking her head in denial, she thinks to herself, That’s impossible. People don’t share souls.

Anger floods me, further testing the limits of my patience.

That she would still fight against what’s between us after everything I’ve shown her pushes me to the very edge.

Reflecting my emotions, the sky begins to darken and fills with clouds.

“I assure you, it’s very possible,” I growl.

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Possessing Eden (Disciples #7) Read Online Izzy Sweet, Sean Moriarty http://www.ilovenovels.com/possessing-eden-disciples-7-read-online-izzy-sweet-sean-moriarty Sun, 11 Jun 2023 19:41:38 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/possessing-eden-disciples-7-read-online-izzy-sweet-sean-moriarty Genre: Alpha Male, Dark, Mafia Authors: Izzy Sweet, Sean Moriarty Series: Disciples Series by Izzy Sweet
Series: Sean Moriarty
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Total pages in book: 114
Estimated words: 113805 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 569(@200wpm)___ 455(@250wpm)___ 379(@300wpm)

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They say you Reap what you sow and now I’m in over my head.

Unable to bear my abusive marriage one second longer… I go on the run with my infant son without a penny to my name. When I’m offered a job to spy on the most notorious crime family in the city, I jump on it. Willing to sell my soul to keep my son fed and safe. But Jude catches me in the act and becomes completely obsessed with me. Now he’s forcing his way into my life. Claiming my son and I belong to him. He’s so psychotic, he believes we were brought together by destiny… And plans to make me his wife. With or without my consent.

Possessing Eden is a standalone dark romance in the Disciples series.

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Eden

“What I do with my money is my own damn business!” Kyle roars, his face blood red with fury.

The glass he was holding shatters against the wall a split-second later, narrowly missing my head.

I flinch as whatever he was drinking splatters against my left side.

Chest heaving, the veins in his throat pulsing, Kyle clenches his fists and stalks angrily towards me.

Instinctually, I cower, pressing back against the wall.

And hate myself a little bit more for it.

As Kyle’s big legs quickly eat up the distance between us, I loathe myself for putting myself in this situation.

I should have known better. Multiple people warned me I was making a mistake when I agreed to marry him. That he was hot-headed and prone to temper tantrums. But I was young, naïve, and fucking stupid. Looking for an escape from my shitty home situation.

He offered me hope. Stability. A way out of a hole I thought I would never be able to climb out of on my own.

He promised to always protect me and take care of me. To love me and be by my side, whatever may come.

He pretty much sold me the fucking Brooklyn Bridge and my dumbass bought it.

I knew better. I fucking knew better, and still I fell for it.

Everyone in my life has let me down one way or another.

Yet, somehow, I thought he would be different.

“If you don’t like it, you can get a fucking job!” Kyle screams in my face as he reaches me.

Cringing, I focus on resisting the urge to bring my hands up to shield myself because I know it will only make him angrier.

Kyle is a big guy. He’s got at least five inches on me and a ton of muscle to go with it. He’s intimidating when he’s not angry. When he’s furious, he’s downright terrifying.

His fist slams against the wall beside me and I nearly jump out of my skin.

“I’m fucking tired of you nagging me to death!” he roars, almost blowing out my eardrums and spraying me with spit.

Wild, rage-filled eyes locking on mine, he dares me to give him a reason to hurt me. To push this further.

I know from past experiences that any little thing I do will be used as an excuse for his actions.

So I resort to doing what I do best.

I force myself to do nothing.

To feel nothing.

No anger. No hurt.

I flip the switch I found inside me long ago, turning everything off.

The fear, the need to survive, the hopelessness.

Whatever little love I ever had for him…

It’s all gone.

Tucked away in a little box to suffer through later.

Utterly empty of everything that makes me a person, I stare back at him.

While his eyes beg me for it. Beg me to give him what in his mind must be permission to go to the next step.

Anything can and will be used as an excuse.

Breathing too hard. Twitching just a little bit.

Even blinking can set him off.

When it finally dawns on him that I have no plans of talking or fighting back, some of the fire in his eyes dies down and his mouth pulls into a scowl.

I can practically see the wheels starting to turn inside his head as he tries to think of a way to get me to give him what he wants.

He can’t just hit me. Oh no, that will not do. He needs it to somehow be my fault, otherwise he’d have to take the blame for being an asshole.

And if there’s one thing he’s incapable of doing, it’s taking the blame for anything.

Personal responsibility doesn’t exist in his vocabulary.

Nothing is ever his fault.

He never makes a mistake.

If things go wrong because of something he’s done or the choices he’s made, it’s either really someone else’s fault or the universe is out to get him.

In his mind, he’s practically a god. Infallible and perfect.

While in reality, he’s a fucking loser. A loser that will never get anywhere in life because he’s incapable of learning from his fuckups.

Can’t learn from them if you never make them…

Huffing and puffing, he makes a grunting noise and leans into me. “Did you fucking hear me?”

The question is bait and there’s no fucking way I’m walking into the trap.

Not again.

In the past, I let him suck me in. Let him send me over the edge with him. His fury sending me down a spiral of agonizing misery.

I used to stupidly believe I could reason with him. That I could calm him down with an apology or a little logic.

I didn’t understand it back then. I didn’t understand that he rages at me and hurts me because he wants to. Not because he’s genuinely upset over anything I’ve said or done.

Trying to defend myself is futile and a complete waste of breath.

He wants to use me as his verbal and physical punching bag because that’s all I am to him.

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