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Like back during the last cleansing, he started shivering and sweating, letting out all kinds of growls and muffled groans, his body twitching to shift away from me. I sort of expected to feel dizzy and sick to my stomach, but the burns were killing me. Right when I was about to drop the cloth and step away to take a break, I felt Amy’s hands resting gently on my shoulder blades as her voice joined mine to recite the incantations. Her touch seemed to wash away the burning and helped me clear my head a little. Enough to get rid of two more worms. Then she stopped me. “We’re taking five,” she said, handing me another bottle of water. “Go take a seat and drink it all.”

A thick romantic novel lay face down on her stomach. Catherine Andersone, Comanche Moon. Amber knew her friend had read this yellow-covered book many times, even though she didn't know what made Ariana like it. Amber walked to her friend's room, took the thin blanket from Ariana's bed, and then covered her friend's legs. After that, she went to the restaurant alone. ****

Amelia murmured nipping at the woman’s ear. Beneath her touch, Sister Rosario convulsed, sending a wave of white light rushing towards Amelia. Bending down, Amelia placed her mouth against the woman’s once more, allowing the light to enter her. "Delicious." Amelia cooed, greedily slurping up every last bit of Sister Rosario’s lust, "But this isn’t enough. I want more." A moan escaped sister Rosario's mouth at her words, sending a primal need running through Amelia. Instinctively, her hand traveled up Sister Rosario’s thigh, continuing until it rested on the woman’s soaking wet underwear.

"Oh, indeed, my dear. Fantasy has been my constant companion throughout my years spent amidst these shelves of knowledge. There's simply nothing quite like the allure of a well-crafted tale, the intoxicating scent of old parchment, and the boundless worlds they conjure within our imaginations." Amara's gaze lingered longingly on the rows of books, a sigh escaping her lips as she drank in the sight. "It must be an experience." “Oh. It is. It is.” The man mumbled making the bill. “That’s all you want?” Amara jumped startled as Rhys's voice resonated in her ears, she felt a sudden stillness settle over her, every muscle in her body tensing instantly. Unconsciously, she bit down on her lip, a ne

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She looks at Amira again, her smile widening and tears trickling down her face. "Just look at how happy your sister is. Don't you want that for yourself?" I can't keep having this conversation with her. "Mom, excuse me. I need to use the washrooms," I lie. "I will be back." I vanish. On my way, I bump into someone I did not expect to see. Broad chest. Cheap cologne. Handsome face with a cocky smile. "Ren?" ^^^^^^^^^ Hey guys, The new book is called "TERRA". I'll be posting a few chapters here this month. If you guys love it, I'll apply for a contract with GoodNovel. Your feedback is highly appreciated ❤

I replied, attempting to mask my concern. His touch turned gentle as he held my face. “We are mates, Aarya. Your thoughts and fears resonate with me as if they were my own. So it’s better if you stop lying and start talking.” I sighed in resignation and said, “Mind you, I’ve only skimmed a few pages. So I don’t know much. My last ancestor will abilities were named Mirabai Agrawal. A charismatic woman, it seems. The book was written by Mirabai’s husband Alpha Hari Agrawal. He states that the book is laced with magic and only the next girl in our family with powers can fathom this book’s secrets. Not even an Alpha or royalty can understand it without my guidance.”

​“Come closer, Camila. I cannot teach you this from the other side of the desk.” ​I get up and walk around the desk, stopping right by her side. My heart begins to hammer against my ribs. As I reach her side, Amy spins her leather chair toward me; she doesn't move back to give me space—on the contrary, she stays right there, forcing me to lean over her to see the contents of the box. ​“Each envelope must be opened with this letter opener.” She hands me a sharp silver piece. “I do not want jagged edges; I want perfection.”

When they pulled away, Ammy caught Liam leaning forward and talking passionately, waving his hands around, his face thunderous. ammy smiled, feeling warm from Liam's unexpected affection and sat heavily on the reading chair by the fireplace. The embers were cold and Ammy shivered, reaching back to draw the blanket sitting on the back over her. She pulled it tight around her shoulders and tucked her face into the scratchy fabric. The lightest smell of ginger and cinnamon reached her nose and it hit Ammy like a physical blow. She didn't fight the sob that burst from her mouth, loud in the silence of her room. She buried her face into the blanket, searching desperately for more ginger and clove

Every cell in Amy’s body screamed at her, telling her to drive faster. A thought passed through Amy’s mind. She had a thought that if she wrote her situation into a novel, she would write about how she and Azad made it out of the underground garage. She would write in her novel how she and Azad made it to a safe place, no longer in danger.