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I'm a hit man, an assassin. A deviant by all accounts. I never pretended to be the good guy. She was the opposite. But the minute she pulled the curtains back and saw my face, watched me screwing the blonde who happened to be my next mark, she sealed her own fate.

I was the boy who would never be king. The monster who could never be loved. Gia was just a job. Just another girl caught in a world of monsters. It didn't matter that I liked the look of her. I didn't care that she cringed when she saw my soul. I liked it. I liked her fear. And I wanted her.

Eva Webb didn't know what she'd find the night she secretly followed her fiancé. She had feared he was meeting another woman. But it was so much worse than that. The man she loved betrayed and kidnapped her, packing her onto a truck destined for the black market to be sold to the highest bidder.

I knew little of Raphael Amado's history with my family, but when he turned up on our doorstep demanding restitution, my grandfather quickly conceded. That restitution? Me. Six months later, on my 18th birthday, Raphael came for me. He stole me from my home, taking me to his Tuscan estate, where from the crumbling chapel to the burnt-down vineyard, to the cellar that haunted him, the past stalked him like a shadow. It waited for him, hid behind corners for him and trapped him at every turn. As much as Raphael's cruelty terrified me, his darkness seduced me.

Two years ago, I made a deal with the devil. That night, I lost everything. That night, I thought he died. But he's back. Risen, like Lazarus, from the dead. And he's dark. Darker than he was before. Dangerous. Unhinged. A scarred, tattooed savage. The way he looks at me should terrify me, but I'm drawn to him, to his intensity. Consumed by it. By him. Even though I know if I'm not careful, his obsession will destroy me.

Mudita, Wheel Publicaton No. 170, contains several short essays, one by the editor, Ven. Nyanaponika, and three by lay practitioners on one of the lesser known and too-little practiced sublime states of mind. Mudita, usually translated "sympathetic joy", was designated one of the brahma-viharas by the Buddha, one of the sublime, noble states of mind. How is it to be practiced, and what are the implications of mudita on the spiritual path? These essays address those questions.

I’m the right-hand man of the mafia king. She’s a girl with a past she’s desperate to hide. But I need something from her. And I know she won’t help me. Not willingly. She’ll need some persuading. Lucky for her, I can do that. Something about this girl makes me curious, though, and it’s more than the scars that line her back.

Five years. That’s how long it took me to find her. Five years after my world shattered, leaving me a scarred and broken man. By then, the girl I knew was gone. In her place stood a woman. One who looked like an angel. An impossible, beautiful angel. I killed for her. Soaked my hands in the blood of those who hurt her and rescued her from hell. But hell has a way of following you. Becoming a part of you. Maybe the only part you recognize. I had every intention of bringing her home. Setting her free. I swear I did. She calls me her avenging angel. But I know the truth. I’m no angel.

Das waren die ersten Worte, die Santos Augustine zu mir sprach, bevor wir einen unbrechbaren Schwur ablegten. Ein Vertrag, mit Blut unterzeichnet, der mich an ihn bindet, als Bezahlung für die Sünden meines Vaters. Unter dem Deckmantel der Legitimität kehrte diese mächtige Verbrecherfamilie nach Avarice zurück, um all die zu bestrafen, die ihnen Unrecht getan haben, und sich das zu nehmen, was ihnen immer verwehrt wurde: einen Platz im Kreis der Elite.

The Beast had Belle. Killian Black has me. How I got here doesn’t matter, even though he says it does. Says it was my choice. He doesn’t get it, though. It wasn’t ever a choice for me. And now, he’s changing the rules. The agreement was one month. For 30 days, I’d be his. He’s no longer satisfied with my body alone, though. He wants my soul, too. Wants every part of me. And even though I can pretend I’m safe when I lie beneath him, this man does something to me. Something wicked. A thing that will break me.

I rule a kingdom built on blood. Brutality is my legacy. The moment I saw Allegra Moretti, I knew I had to have her. The night I planned to make her my wife, my enemies attacked. They took her from me. They did not know the monster they unleashed. I burned the world down to bring her home. Now, I’ll go to war for her. I will tear our families apart and I will deliver her enemies to her in pieces.

My life changed the moment I saw Cassian Trevino standing in the shadows of my father’s study. A ruthless villain in a suit, he’s the head of a rival mafia family. I should have been safe. Instead, I was trapped by the man my brother betrayed. Cassian came for blood. But he took me instead. Now I’m his possession. His obsession.

Ein grausames Schicksal. Zwei verdammte Seelen. Eine verbotene Liebe.Ich wusste, dass er mich wählen würde, bevor er in der Nacht des Zehents zu uns kam. Ich trug das Zeichen, das mich ihm versprach. Es war meine Vorfahrin, die die Worte sprach, die uns aneinanderfesselten, und sein Dämonengott, der Schutz gegen die Zahlung von Blut versprach. Mein Blut. Ich war bereit, dieses Opfer zu bringen, wenn es meine Familie schützen würde.

Ein alter Fluch. Zwei daran gebundene Familien. Eine verbotene Liebe. Als mir die Wildbloods in der Nacht des Zehents ihre Töchter präsentierten, wussten sie, was auf das auserwählte Mädchen zukommen würde. Die Mondsichel, die Willow kennzeichnete, machte sie zu meiner. Ich hatte keine andere Wahl, als sie zu nehmen.

An ancient curse. Two families bound. A forbidden love. When the Wildbloods presented their daughters to me on the night of the Tithing, they knew what was to come for the chosen girl. The crescent moon that marked Willow made her mine. I had no choice but to take her. Destiny determined our fates long before we were born, laying our roles out for us. A Sacrifice would be made. A Tithe paid. Only then would our families be free, at least until the next payment came due. I would have done my duty as Penitent. I tried.

Von dem Moment an, als ich Madelena De Léon zum ersten Mal erblickte, verspürte ich den unbändigen Drang, sie zu beschützen. Sie in Sicherheit zu wissen. Ihr Vater hatte versagt. Ich würde das nicht tun. Sie ist unschuldig, und ich habe kein Recht, sie mit in mein Bett zu nehmen. Aber Madelena und ich sind verbunden. Unsere Schicksale sind auf unerklärliche Weise ineinander verflochten. Genauso wie unser Überleben.

“You can’t marry him if you’re already married to me.” That was how Silas Cruz proposed to me—more like demanded, really. He didn’t exactly give me a choice. He’s dark, jealous and incredibly possessive. And he’s just one of the villains in my story. I used to think he was my hero. Still, there’s one thing I know for sure. Whenever I need him, whenever I’m in danger, he comes for me. He’s proven that time and time again.

My reasons for keeping Blue are… complicated. I see the scars she hides. The secrets she keeps. I want to collect all the broken pieces of her. When she runs, I go after her. I will always go after her. Her enemies are closing in faster than she can run. I vow to keep her safe, but my protection comes at a price. She’ll belong to me in every way. When she is taken from me, I hunt down her abductor and give in to my rage. I spill blood for her. I’d do it again. But the game turns deadly when some of the most powerful men of The Society attack.

When I tried to blackmail Ezekiel St. James, I thought it would be easy. Turns out I had no idea who I was dealing with. Turns out I had no idea who I was dealing with. The moment his steel-grey eyes locked on mine, I knew the game was over. He knew exactly who I was. What I’d done. And he wasn’t going to let me walk away. With his immense wealth and power, he had me kidnapped. He could make me disappear. I’m no easy prey, though, and it’s not just my life on the line. I have to protect my sister.

I am the illegitimate son. Unwanted. Hated. The jealous, possessive villain who once wore the mask of a hero. Ophelia Hart is the girl next door. Growing up, I rescued her countless times from my idiot half-brother. Now, the rivalry between him and me has changed. The stakes are higher. And Ophelia is in danger. But I’ll be damned if I let him touch her. She no longer thinks me the hero of her story, though. She’ll fight me. I’ll fight for her.