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I am not blind by birth" the man sighed sadly. Niyati felt bad for him. Something is off about this man but not in a bad way but like he is in deep pain or something. But now you're in deep pain her mind says. "I'm sorry if my words hurt you. I didn't mean it that way. I'm really happy that someone is reading my book" Niyati said apologetically. "Oh! That means you're Niyati Khanna. I loved your book and was waiting for your new book and must I say you're really very talented person. So when can I expect to read your new book?" the man asked her unable to hide his excitement and curiosity. Suddenly her phone rang and it was her boyfriend Naman. She picked it hesitantly.

You do not want to know the chance. "Ughh." Ren groaned. The others looked over at him. "I have a manual that can turn your.. incident into strength. However, it has a lot of negatives to it. Not recommended for the faint of heart and can not have you sharing it with anyone else." "Why can she not share it?" Valli asked.

I asked quietly, pushing my glasses further up my nose and trying to hide my embarrassment from getting caught reading erotica in the bookstore’s café. The man leaned back and crossed his arms over his chest, flexing his biceps through his navy-blue sweater. “Yes, you can actually. I see you here every day”—he snatched the book from my hand—“and you’re always reading the same smutty book.” My cheeks blazed with embarrassment that I couldn’t hide. He leaned his forearms onto the table. “It’s Friday night. Why don’t you take a break from reading, and we can make our own story back at my place?”

Then Porter turned to his desk and continued to work on the presentation. Janine scoffed at him and balled her fist until all her veins would pop out in anger. How can there such be a man of guts like this man? He’s so full of himself. He’s so arrogant. He’s every negative adjective combined. Even more than the sum of that. His evilness is overflowing and contagious because Janine has caught it and wanted to use it to him. Hell. Porter Kim is the real Satan on Earth. Janine walked to her desk and wrote the freaking apology letter – even if she doesn’t want to.

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I jumped out suddenly as I found the man's book-like journal and her voice at the same time. "Alright, dug in all of his communication platforms and history" "Copy that" I unfurl the book wide yet floundering to perform clasping the phone and the other on the pages. The book it was like his diary where he sets his satisfaction and further fantasy beyond more a dream but gruesome desires. It was unsettling while reading his strategies and reasons starting from beginning to end. "He has contact with Lydia Manskim in Callme" She responded at last and then I closed the book.

The man was a billionaire and could pay for anything he wanted as long as he could get it. I moved close to the books and tried reading some of their titles. They were mostly novels, and a little gasp fled my lips when I saw my favorite dark romance series, sitting on the shelf. The Ryan Rule by Sadie Kincaid. I loved the four books of that series so much, and although I’ve read them all, I wouldn’t mind re-reading them again. I didn’t have the money to purchase the books so I borrowed from a schoolmate. But now they were here.

The pleasant scent of old, crisp book pages was calming and relaxing. I had always loved reading, and that made me wonder why a man like Maximo had a well-maintained library in his home. With his dark tattoos, wild eyes, scars and scruffy ways, he definitely didn’t seem to be the type who would have much interest in spending his leisure time reading old books. And yet, he had a rather fine collection of books with a well-maintained library.

She handed it to a man who was sitting on a stone by the hearth—a man who had just arrived from the valley, his clothes dusty from a long journey, his face lined with an old, familiar wisdom. He didn't have a name, but as he took the pen, he looked at Xander and me with eyes that were a deep, natural brown. "The manuscript is clean," the man said, opening a new, leather-bound book that had no numbers on the pages. "Who wants to tell the first story that isn't about money?" Xander looked at me, and for the first time since Chapter One, there was no ledger between us. "Once," Xander said, his voice carrying across the new world, "there was a man, and there was a woman. And they had absolutely