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But this book is highly under caution, if you are not a fan of self gratification, LGBT, BDSM then don’t read. But I have something else for you. Recently I am following up on a friend’s book titled Alpha’s Predestined Bride and a part two is also out for you all to read, The Moon Goddess Choice. You can look it up on the app and read. It is a unique werewolf story that will blow your mind away. Thank me later.

"NO not like a reaper you silly bastard are you stupid you'll be alive in a new body you're not qualified for that job. FUCK. I'm offering you revenge on the people who killed you. A Second Chance at life but when the time comes in three years you do as I say and if the job is done right. You can go live out the rest of your life. Il even let you live till 100 if you want." Donns deal seems to good to be true, another chance at life and one job after three years. Then again killing that prick Stephen and My so called Father is too good to pass up. "Ok I'll do it but it better be a male body" Michael stated firmly. " Oh yes that's right it is a male body I forgot you died a virgin didn't you

Fish hand a small picture to Anthony. Anthony took it and examined it. It was a picture of a young girl, probably five. Behind it was a name "Nicole Mancini" "I found it in the bedroom." Fish said breaking the silence. " There were no clothes, seems like she must have left knowing we would trace her." Anthony squeezed the picture in his palms, his jaw clenched.

Something deeper. Something bigger. The sky above cracks again. Not wide. Not open. But enough. A thin line. Silver. Alive. My breath catches. No. I was trying to close it. Not open it. The figure smiles. And this time, I understand why. Because I did not seal the door. I just knocked on it again. And something on the other side… is answering.

But when I click open the email, a rejection letter it is not. Dear Ahana Congratulations. You have been selected for our prestigious Bankit Scholarship Program… I don’t even finish reading it as I let out a loud yelp, goose bumps forming all over my body. I shoot to my feet and squeal, not caring about the several curious glances thrown my way in the open plan office. Finally, London and Aput here I come.

After that was the office supply store and the pharmacy before finally going to the grocery store. They were going down each aisle discussing mundane things as she gathered what her family needed for the week. They turned down the bread aisle and Chance accidentally ran into a small black-haired woman. He grabbed her arm to keep her from falling over. “Sorry about that, honey.” Chance said in his most charming voice. Angry lilac eyes turned towards him. “Get. Your. Hands. Off. Me.” “I meant nothing by it, duchess.” He replied angrily. “I ran into you, I’m just apologizing. Next time I’ll let you fall.”

“Redemption. Forgiveness. Second chances.” Otto leaned slightly closer, lowering his voice. “Is that what your book is about? Second chances?” “Among other things.” Nora shifted on her stool, angling her body away from him ever so slightly. “But I’d rather not give spoilers.” The distance she placed between them felt like a physical ache. Otto’s fingers tightened around his glass. “You’ve changed,” he said. A small, humourless smile curved her lips. “Everyone changes in five years, Otto. That’s how time works.”

After the fire incident I haven't seen Chance much and I miss him and I hate to admit it but he has turned me into a sex addict or maybe I just crave his touch all over my body and him talking dirty to me secretly turns me on the way he whispers into my ears nibbling them in the process... 'Oh my gosh!' I whisper yell at myself I need to stop thinking about sex. Currently I'm just reading this great book and you can just imagine the type of book it is hehe what can I say I'm passionate about my kinks.

And damn was he good looking. You should at least let me know you were there. " I was rendered speechless for the second time when I took a look at my intruder. No, the intruder would be correct. "Let me help you with that." He knelt down to help me pick up the books scattered round the floor. "Thank you." I fumbled picking up the ones I could reach and glimpsed "Hmmn, rare combination of books children books and that." His eyes sparkled with amusement as he got a glimpse of my spicy romance book, Lethal Vows by T.L Smith.