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The Revenge

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Parts 6
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Everything is pitch black, I could heard someone's beckoning me. "Manny. It's time for you to unlock your powers. Danger is on its way." I opened my eyes slowly and I could see my mother's face. That's strange. She had passed away when I was 8. "Mom?" She smiled and reached for my face with tears dripping down. "I'm sorry, my boy. I should have..." she faded away as my father turned on the lights. "Mom!!!! Come back!!!" 

"Are you alright, Manny?" As he walks towards me. "Yeah, dad. Just had another nightmare." Said, Manny. He sat beside my bed and looked straight into my eyes. "Look Manny, I'm..." All of the sudden, everything went silent but I can see Tony talking to me. What's going on. I can't move, I feel so numb.

 "Mmmaannnnnyyy, I had finally found you after all of these years. I'm coming for you!!!" A face of shadow came striking towards me and went through my heart. I got this weird feeling inside me. A feeling I've had felt when my mother was beside me. "Help me!"All Rights Reserved

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Reina de la Muerte by bluebirdsbooks

Suited for an audience 18 and older. Read at your own discretion. *** "Don't think for a second I don't hate you any less because we're married," I hiss out. Seeing Gabriel's growing smirk only pisses me off more. "If I knew what I was signing up for when I agreed to this then I would have ripped that stupid contract up the first chance I got." My sentence trails off when Gabriel takes another step towards me, then another until he's towering over me. I can feel how huge my eyes become when he slams my back to the bathroom door, wrapping his hand around my throat and pressing it to the wood. A gasp escapes me when Gabriel squeezes it, squeezing until I'm panting for every breath. I can already feel my body betraying me, though. My words may be telling him how much I despise him, but my body knows what the truth is and it shows from the growing arousal between my legs. "Don't be so crude, princesa," Gabriel mutters, forcing my head back to stare into his blazing brown eyes. "Let's not forget that we're a happily married couple. So I suggest you walk into that meeting with a smile on your face... Unless you'd rather have them all listen to me fuck the attitude out of you instead." ***

The Cards that Keep Turning by 0Bella3

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The City of the Angels ✔️ by _dreams_xox

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Life Too Quickly (prologue story) by MiaMason01

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Archer's Wind 2 (Mpreg) by lovelyfaye27

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A Peter Pan rewrite, by Jae: What if...? (Book One, part 1- Neverland) by JAE_Wrote_This

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Sold To My Husband (MxB) by xshellyboox

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Reina de la Muerte

Suited for an audience 18 and older. Read at your own discretion. * "Don't think for a second I don't hate you any less because we're married," I hiss out. Seeing Gabriel's growing smirk only pisses me off more. "If I knew what I was signing up for when I agreed to this then I would have ripped that stupid contract up the first chance I got." My sentence trails off when Gabriel takes another step towards me, then another until he's towering over me. I can feel how huge my eyes become when he slams my back to the bathroom door, wrapping his hand around my throat and pressing it to the wood. A gasp escapes me when Gabriel squeezes it, squeezing until I'm panting for every breath. I can already feel my body betraying me, though. My words may be telling him how much I despise him, but my body knows what the truth is and it shows from the growing arousal between my legs. "Don't be so crude, princesa," Gabriel mutters, forcing my head back to stare into his blazing brown eyes. "Let's not forget that we're a happily married couple. So I suggest you walk into that meeting with a smile on your face... Unless you'd rather have them all listen to me fuck the attitude out of you instead." *