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“I’ll ring these up and bill Master McCabe.” “Oh, that’s not necessary. I can afford a couple of books myself.” Hana tried to stop Finch, following him to the register. “So…did we stop here for Hana to get her ancient book fix? And oo those look interesting. You’re sharing.” Pam asked, leaning on the counter to see what books Hana was getting. “This book itself is two hundred dollars.” Finch held up the first edition of Jannot: A French Rabbit by Mireille Marokvia. “And this one is five hundred twenty-five.” He held up the copy of The Birth, life, and Acts of King Arthur by Thomas Malory.

Meanwhile, mayhem had broken loose at the Hudson Manor after Robert’s mother Carol Hudson and sister Larissa learnt that Sarah was Theodore Hills’s daughter and also the world famous author Honey C. whose books earned enormously and who was pursued by Hollywood film producers to sell them her book rights ! “We have done hara-kiri mom!”, Larissa whined. “ Who would have ever thought that obese koala bear who slogged day and night without complaining is someone born with a golden spoon in mouth and had a battery of servants and maids at home to do the menial jobs she did here?”, Carol palmed her head in dismay.

Modern Fairytale© 2020 by Dazzling Star. All Rights Reserved Disclaimer: This novel is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Perhaps it doesn't support any act of violence or activities against society. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. DEDICATED TO ALL FAIRYTALE LOVER…❤️

The air smelled of horses and hay, a scent I had come to associate with Alex. As I rounded the rustic barn, the sun dipped low, casting a warm golden hue over the landscape. There he was, a familiar silhouette in one of the round pens, moving with a patience that felt both mesmerizing and deeply comforting. Inside the pen, a wild palomino filly shifted nervously, her shimmering coat catching the light while her large, expressive eyes darted around. Alex’s voice was low and steady, coaxing her with soft words that resonated in the stillness of the evening.

~Miss Pretty She looked for a note that she expected will be written at the below part of the page but unfortunately, she'd seen nothing. Wondering why he never made a response beneath the page, she just heave a sigh and wiped her tears away. Disappointed, she turned the notebook for another page, and surprisingly, she found a message from the codename Master again. The difference is he wrote right on her diary and occupy a whole page on it. With mixed emotions of excitement and curiosity, she started reading Thyago's message: Dearest Miss Pretty;

“Did I just hear you moan my name, Simone?” I look at him, eyes heavy-lidded with desire. I’d just come undone thinking about him, of course I’d say his name. “Yes, Daddy…” I murmur, biting down hard on my lower lip as I let my knees fall apart, unashamed of the glistening moisture slicking my thighs. “Or should I say Father King? Or Professor King?” I let out a low breath, tracking the dark, dangerous shift in his eyes. “I prefer Daddy though, but I’ll call you whatever gets your hands on me.” ~~~~ Simone Grayson slept with a stranger one reckless night and discovered too late that he was someone off-limits. He turned out to be her professor and was supposedly owned by God.

The Alpha King’s men left us only one hen, and her egg production has reduced significantly since she found herself alone in the barn. I was out there yesterday, in the barn. It was the first time I’d put on my boots in exactly two months, since they took away our beautiful horses. The wind had picked up, and it whistled as it passed through the cracks in the barn walls, reverberating through the cold, empty building. The stall of my favorite horse, Pearl, seemed to echo with the ghost of her presence. She’s so beautiful, a pure snow white with a mane that’s nearly silver, especially when it sparkles in the sun.

Then, finally, nodded once. “There’s a book in my study,” he said. “Second shelf. Bound in black. Read it when no one’s looking. And don’t trust anyone who asks you why.” --- She didn’t return to her chambers. She went to the study. The book was where he said it would be—heavy, worn, its spine cracked. Pack Law and Succession Rites. Dry reading, once. Now it felt like prophecy. She read until her eyes burned. Learned the rules the Alphas used to choose mates. Learned how claims could be challenged. How alliances could be broken. And most importantly—

***AUTHOR'S NOTE*** Hi lovely Readers, here's the author. Thank you for reading to the end of this book, and a new book is about to start. Title: " Please Daddy. " DARREN I leaned my head back against the seat, letting my tired eyes slide closed. It felt so good to finally be able to shut my eyes and relax, not having to constantly keep one eye open and stay on guard at all times, even in the dead of the night

They were different looking from the demon dogs, but still just as dangerous and their pheromones could send even the strongest foggy in the brain. A snort and neigh sounded on the other side of us. I turn to face the Nightmares, seeing their red eyes, and the tip of the horn glint under the moonlight. The Nightmare horse snorts again, and a billow of black smoke pours from its nostrils. “Pets!” Seneca screeches, not at all worried like Mathias and me.