"I needed you!" She yelled, staring up at him with tears streaming down her face. 'I needed you and you weren't there!" He just stared, his hand trembling as he held onto her cheek tightly."You didn't save me.." She whispered weakly,broken. He roared.
Emile James has been known as Toxic for the last four years she's worked as the King's assassin -- her methods are strange, sexual and completely 100% effective. After a sweaty night with her victim, they're dead. How? Her skin releases a fatal poison once sexual hormones have been released. She's screwing her way up...
Once Violet enters the club, she looks and acts just like your average stripper. No one can question her beauty or argue with you in regard to her rocking body. She is able to put most men into a trance with just the swing of her hips. Truth be told, the only thing different about this little Violet is the secret she...
NO WEREWOLVES IN THIS STORY ***Currently being rewritten*** "Look an Alpha in the eyes and he'll find himself a prize." They warned about looking in an Alpha's eyes, but they didn't say that last part. Maybe if they included that tidbit then I would've taken them seriously.