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After Dallion had left the room, Sherryl Rain finally stepped out of the bathroom. Looking around, her eyes fell on the fireplace where she added a log of wood and then walked over to stand at the window that faced the other side of the city’s forest edge. The dense greenery stretched across the land, hiding secrets behind its lush calm—relaxing to the eye, yet unnerving to the heart. With Grace, who had taught her the basics—reading, writing, manners—being too busy lately, Sherryl had been stuck in the penthouse suite with nowhere else to go when Dallion wasn’t around.

Let's see how she's doing. The room upstairs reeked of blood and sweat. A dim bedside lamp cast a dull reddish glow, and the air felt thick with despair. Sheryl lay face down on the bed, completely still and naked, breathing shallow and uneven. Her back was marred with raw, bloodied wounds, the marks of repeated lashes tearing through her skin. Eden turned away, unable to bear the sight. He had never liked Sheryl—her arrogance, her sharp tongue—but they had worked together. Seeing her reduced to this state stirred something uneasy in him.

She had so many sales girls and was constantly firing and recruiting new girls that it was very difficult for anyone to keep track of faces in Madame Maureen's boutique. During the first days that Kira was still coming from the convent to set up the salon, madame Maureen in her quest to find out kira’s story had managed to turn herself into a nuisance to kira, and even to Sr Geraldine who would always come by to check kira’s progress from time to time. It was clear to everyone who had eyes to see that Madame Maureen didn’t care about kira or where she came from. The only thing that held the fat woman’s attention was her trying to make sure that kira wasn’t there to sell anything that would inconvenience her and her boutique in any way. She was also a known loud mouth and gossip who clearly wanted to be the first in the area with details about the strange girl on low cut that was always dropped off by a reverend sister.

The staircase in my fireplace didn't take us all the way to Uncle Deagal's kingdom. That would be too easy. It took us to a forest of golden trees, trees that sparkled and shimmered. They were somehow more unnerving than a regular forest. Eventually the golden trees would bleed into silver, and there were stories about how they came to be. But until I had time to read more about them in Mother's diary, I wouldn't be able to know for sure what was real and what was false.

I should— But she didn’t want to. Not even a little. He unlocked the door and let her in first. The place smelled like old paper and wood and something that felt like *him*. She stepped inside slowly, running her fingers along the spines of books as she moved through the shelves. Mismatched heights. Handwritten notes pinned everywhere. It was messy and alive in a way her carefully designed spaces never were. She could feel him watching her from near the door. His eyes on her back. On her legs in that blue dress. It made her skin prickle. Made her nipples tighten again. Made the ache between her legs throb worse.

Gerald instantly flushed, awkwardly moved to one side, and spread his arm out to welcome us over the threshold. The front door opened straight into the open-plan living quarters. It was both more sparse than Jackson’s place and, at the same time, more cluttered. A simple two-seater navy corded couch sat under the window on the same wall as the front door. Only a pine side table and a tall bookcase completed the living room furniture. The bookcase was stuffed full—uncomfortably so—with paperbacks. I took a step closer, squinting at the titles. The majority were historical fiction by authors I recognised, but the bottom shelf appeared to be crime thrillers.

Chris I'm glad that all of this is finally over the troubles, sleepless nights all of them are gone. I still can't believe that just one woman nearly made our lives a living hell. Obsession really turned Sherly into a monster, at first I thought she liked Nicklaus but then I came to realize that she was a psycho, who's obsessed with that she can never have

“The woods!” In the distance, there was a woodland area. There was a dark aura circling it, and the moonlight appeared to be extra strong in that area. Selene, in her wolf form, sprinted as fast as she could until she reached the opening of the forest. She walked inside, she realized it wasn’t a dark aura circling the forest, it was shadows. Sitting in the center of these rapidly moving shadows, with her knees pressed to her chest and tears falling down her features, was Sheryl.

The fiery young woman's face that had first arrived at Blackwood Hall in a maelstrom of passion was not the face that she now saw in fragments of glass. Her cheeks were paler now, her eyes ringed with tiredness, but there was something else too—something the Blackwoods had not managed to put out. A dimly burning flame, smoldering in her eyes. She leaned closer, whispering to the reflection, her voice hoarse but steady: “They didn’t break you. You’re still here.” --- Shayla had just returned from the market following lunch, her arm full of a basket of fruit and bread. To be surprised by her sister dragging herself into the room was a relief.

I lie next to her and look down into her gorgeous hazel eyes. "This may surprise you, but I've never been with any woman. Shifters aren't like humans. We're repulsed even at the thought of getting intimate with anyone who isn't our mate. What about you? How many men have you been with?" I can tell she doesn't want to say, but the answer doesn't matter. "I've been with two, but the most recent was over a year ago. I'm sorry. If I had known, I would have waited." Sherri looks like she's going to cry, but I don't want her to feel ashamed.

Chris I'm glad that all of this is finally over the troubles, sleepless nights all of them are gone. I still can't believe that just one woman nearly made our lives a living hell. Obsession really turned Sherly into a monster, at first I thought she liked Nicklaus but then I came to realize that she was a psycho, who's obsessed with that she can never have

Summer is almost over. After locking my car, I turn around only to freeze. My eyes lock on chocolate brown ones and I gulp as my eyes glide over her clothes. Does she live here? There's no way. She gives me a small wave before heading inside. The house is right across the street from me. She's right across the fucking street! Melany Reecher lives right across the fucking street. There's no other explanation. I heard she's a scholarship student so how does she live here? Can today get any more complicated? I angrily open my mailbox and drag the envelopes out of the iron mechanism before stomping inside.

Sherry P.O.V: I am reading on my bed. I am into this historical romance book. I didn't hear a door shut outside my window. Hmm... I thought, who's here at this time of night? I closed my book and laid it on the bed. I got off and walked towards my window. I looked out, and I saw Derrick parked in my driveway. He was out of his truck. He leaned on the front of his truck with his arms crossed over his chest.

Vikki said, bothered by her daughter's current behavior. "Tell Axel, I will visit him anytime soon," Sherry replied casually. "OK. I'll tell him." Vikki looked at the driver. "Let's go!" "Copy, Madam." The driver started the engine and drove the car towards the gate. After the vehicle was gone from her sight, Sherry went back to the mansion and returned to the bedroom. She entered the bathroom and took a quick shower. After showering, she picked up the fantasy adventure book that she ordered online and went downstairs to read the book beside the pool. When she arrived at the pool, she settled on the sun lounger and began reading the book.

There was also some other things with funny shapes ones I didn't even want to know where they went. I held the golden balls in my hand and wondered what they were for. Some of the things in here I have seen at th club and the others where just a mystery to me, I saw things I didn't even know existed. There was other things on the shelf below but I had seen enough. There was also a bookshelf with actual books in them. I took the first book I saw and read out the title, it was a book by Shayla Black called Wicked Ties. I had never even heard of the author. My phone vibrated in my pickets, I saw that it was Bradley.

He whispered, “He used a few years to become the richest man in Glenchester, so he must have his ways. Don’t worry. I’ve already arranged for more men to infiltrate the place. We’ll get an update soon.” Sylvia simply hummed a reply since there was nothing else she could do at the moment. … Sherry returned to her passive days of eating and sleeping. Queenie and Hailey visited her two days later, probably worried that she might be bored. They appeared outside the window and called out to her, “Sherry, we brought you some books. Maybe they can help you kill some time.” The books were placed in a box and tied to a rope. Hailey held the box while Queenie swung the other end of the rope and tossed it up to the window.

I've never been more happy to see the woman, she's right on time and absolutely needed by both Adrian and I. “She's not here.” Sheryl grins, her head slanting towards us. “Your Luna is gone, why don't you get in and we could have some drinks together.” Her offer isn't one we pounder over, we both enter quickly, one after the other. I settle in my seat, with Adrian tense next to me. Queen Sheryl pours some whiskey into two glasses that just happen to be sitting there and hands them to us. “You know,” she begins, her hand raising her glass to us before bringing to her lips, chunking it down in one go without so much as flinching “I told you she was broken and you were tainting her even more than she already was.”

The dress looked exactly like wedding dress, regardless of it black coloring. Shirley took a good look at her surroundings, and it didn’t take long for her to realize where exactly she was. She was surrounded by both thick and slender trees, and a cloud of black smoke in the atmosphere, making the woods really dark and almost impossible to see things from a distance. She got up on her feet and felt her foot sink slightly into the soft ground. She shifted the lower part of her dress aside to get a look at her legs – “What the hell…. How did I get here without any foot wear? How the hell did I walk through this woods barefooted? Most importantly, how the hell did I even get here, and when?” Thoughts of questions run through Shirley’s head, but she literally had no answer to them, because she remembered nothing. The dark, gloomy woods became even more eerie after she had taken a good look at it. She had no idea where she was, and the horrible thing called fear already setting in on her. Shirley heard a low howl of a wolf, and then several more joined in. She turned around several times trying to get a sense of direction. She turned towards the

Charles My best friend Josh and I are out for our early morning run. My feet are hitting the pavement while my mind is thinking of the woman I had last night and the things I did to her. The problem is that I might have been with her physically, but mentally, I was with the chestnut woman who walked into my office yesterday. “Hey, why so quiet?” Josh asks. “I didn’t know I had to entertain you on our morning run.” “Don’t be an ass. How did last night go with the redhead? What’s her name?’