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I whispered with a loving smile, "which story would you like tonight?" Mathew's face lit up with excitement, his tiny hands reaching for his favorite book. "The one about the brave little wolf, Mumma!" I chuckled as I opened the book, a captivating story about a young wolf's grand adventure. Mathew listened with rapt attention, his eager eyes fixed on the pages as I spun the tale of bravery and exploration. By the time I reached the part where the little wolf found solace under the silvery glow of the moon, my son was already fast asleep.

“Do I need to explain how not everything you read is true?” “It was an old textbook, not a mythical creatures website some sweaty fat dude runs out of his mother’s basement.” “Nice visual.” “I try to keep it real.” “You don’t want to go back to Thorne Hill yet?” Lucas asks. “Oh, I do. I miss it, but I don’t want to cause any trouble. Well, any more trouble.” I want to look through my Book of Shadow, which I left hidden in a magically locked box in my bedroom. It belonged to another witch before her death, and Tabatha gave it to me since I didn’t come from a long line of witches who had books to pass down generation to generation.

I replied, staring back at both of them. Selene fell back on her chair, face twisted in annoyance. Mr Lucas stood up, walked inside and few seconds later, he walked out. In his hand was a huge book, it seemed old and had this eerie feeling. “What’s that?” I asked, stretching my neck to read what was written on the cover page but it was written in a strange language. “This,” He replied with a weird grin on his face as he dropped the heavy book on the floor. “Is the book of prophecies. In here contains all prophecies that has been released by the moon goddess.” He explained, glancing from I to Selene.

Barely. “Tomorrow,” I whispered, leaning close to brush my lips against her ear. “Dream about me tonight, Princess.” I slipped from her room, walking quickly down the hall, careful not to make a sound. Relief hit when I shut the door to my own room. “This is fucking nerve-wracking,” I muttered, stripping off my shirt. But then my eyes caught a folded piece of paper on the bedside lamp. My pulse spiked. I picked it up, scanning the words.

“IT’S JUST I HAD a different book in mind when ink spilled on this one, plus what’s left to do in a finished book?” They, of course, ignored me Completely probably deciding if I would not explain, they were just going to proceed. One of the three waved their hand above the inky darkness we were standing on, and instantly a book on a pedestal was in front of them on the floor. It showed off my title, ‘1001 Dark Tales’. I instantly held my breath, hoping they didn’t realize what that meant. But if they had, they said nothing. Instead, they just started flipping through the pages of the book, looking for which store to choose.

I couldn't sleep again immediately after Milo’s call so I reached out to my nightstand and picked up the book I’d started earlier in the week: an anthology of paranormal romance stories. I had continued to read everything I could lay my hands on about werewolf shifters. And recently I decided to buy a few paperback of paranormal romance. I flipped through the pages until I found Story Five. It was just three chapters, I noted with a small smile. Perfect, by the time I finished with it, I was sure I would doze off.

Tonight, I’m done fighting it. I’m lying on my bed wearing nothing but a tiny black lace thong, my nipples hard from the cool air and anticipation. My heart pounds as I slowly spread my thighs, already soaked. The wetness has been dripping down my folds for hours just thinking about him. The door to my bedroom creaks open.

00 at night, I still have an hour to read this book. “I'm sorry, madam, it's only 09.00 at night, isn't bedtime every 10.00 at night? If I still have an hour and I can't sleep well, that's why I come here to just read a book to relieve boredom. Once again I'm sorry, if I have indeed violated a rule, please don't punish me with severe punishment."

The paper fell away, revealing an old leather-bound volume, its cover embossed with faded gold lettering in a language that looked like a mix of Latin and something far older. “Tah — Rituals of the Eternal Flame and Flesh.” A sex god. Not just any fertility deity — a lost god of desire, ecstasy, and carnal dominion. The dealer’s notes had been vague, but the title alone sent heat rushing through me. I opened the book carefully. The pages were thick vellum, illuminated with intricate drawings of a towering male figure with glowing eyes, surrounded by writhing bodies in states of rapturous abandon. As I turned the first page, a faint warmth spread through the room. The watching feeling returne

I heard an old man's greeting but he didn't bother himself to look at who he was meeting with Another voice greeted him until I felt him sitting down, my grip tightened on his tuxedo while my eyelids got heavier and heavier, I felt even more sleepy when I felt his hand caressing my back I yawned and let myself get comfortable as I leaned against his hard chest Little by little my vision turned black until I finally fell asleep I don't know how many minutes or hours I was asleep but I just woke up because of the noise I heard "Thank you for your time Mr. Villanueva, well hope to work with you with more projects" I heard an old voice say I moved slowly and moaned softly until I could no longer