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Julian had no plans of halting their encounter that day. He moved like a feral predator for whom she alone served as the beginning and end of sustenance. “Julian, I—I can’t…” Her protest dissolved into a deep groan when he gripped her rear and drew her even closer, allowing him full entry to drive his tongue straight into her core.

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She left them and walked straight towards their classroom. “Another boring day,” she whispered to herself as she sat. She put her bag and get the book which she covered with another design to hide the real title of the book. The book was called “My Journey Beyond My Imagination”. It was written by Lilia Desaix, it’s the reason why Clandes covered the book. Bulwarkians were not allowed to read or use any artworks of Desaix. Desaix was known as a criminal, they killed a lot of humans since they are vampires and witches. But, it cannot be denied that they are talented.

A shudder runs through me as his breath graces my right ear, and as he whispers my name, his voice has a sexy raspy-ness that warms my blood. “Hmm?” I cannot trust my voice not to betray me, my body has already surrendered to him. “Let's go back inside, it's cold out here.” I nod and allow him to guide me back into the foyer where he closes and locks the front door. Something about hearing the lock click sets my body aflame, knowing that there is a reduced risk of interruption now.

Two guards were at the either side of the huge carved door almost reaching its ceiling. Ryan removed the black glass from his eyes and put it back in its previous place. He then extended his hand towards Maze dragging her out of her reverie. Maze smiled nervously as she allowed him to hold her hand and then they both entered through the door that was opened by the gatekeepers. As they stepped inside, Maze hitched in her breath. She exhaled audibly, her eyes widened at the sight of such a huge collection of books. The exterior was completely made of wood. No touch of cement was there, at least not visible to the bare eyes.

Cassandra shook her head, unintentionally blocking him out of her mind. “There's no such thing as a blue—” The woman waved her hand in the air and a small mist appeared, displaying a blue moon. Cassandra's jaw remained hung for a while till the mist disappeared and she blinked. The third man handed an ancient-looking book to her. “She needs a guide,” the first man said firmly, rising to his feet. Everyone else stood up immediately and Jace tugged Cassandra up to her feet too. “But why do I need a gu—” “Immediately!” the four of them chorused and disappeared in a puff of smoke.

"Don't worry, he'll be fine. - Max drives and tries to reassure me by saying positive phrases every five minutes. We've put music on the radio, I've tried napping, but nothing works. I just want to get to the hospital and see how Peter is doing, come face to face with him. I rub my hands all the time, I don't have nails to bite anymore. It's like a sad and tragic dèjavu. " Try to read a little, we'll stop later for fuel... I think in less than an hour, we'll be arriving. - Max reassures me once again. I risk following his advice and start reading Doce Ana. It is a novel with a completely different plot than O Segredo da Prostitute. More contemporary, light and reflective, it also features a

The atmosphere turned cold and sinister, which was unusual when it was still broad daylight out. Finally, Aaron's unease peaked, and he stopped in his tracks. "Where are you taking us? Where is Celestial Master Jameson?" he demanded. The guide ignored him and continued walking. Sensing danger, Aaron unleashed his true energy, ready to retreat. At that moment, the guide finally turned around. His previously stiff face had vanished, revealing a skull with no flesh or skin. The guide was a skeleton! Aaron broke into a cold sweat and immediately tried to flee. However, before he could make a move, another figure appeared behind them, close enough to block their escape.

Approaching the stairs that slowly lead downstairs, Grant can’t help but finally spot the book she was holding, his curiosity getting the better of him as he moves to ask her about the book, “What are you reading today Agapi (Love)?” “Oh this? Um, well…” pausing in her words, Isabella suddenly becomes unsure what to say to him as a blush begins to form upon her face once more. “It’s just a book about werewolves, that’s all, really.” Sensing there was more to the story than what she was leading on, does Grant decide to play along, at least for now until he quickly decides to snatch the book away from her, making her gasp in utter surprise. “GRANT!”

There was nothing inside. No stars. No darkness. No existence. Only a single person standing in the center. Elara stopped breathing. The person slowly turned around. It was her. Not the Elara she knew. Not Ji Yunxi. Not the SSS Omega Guide. Not the creator. Not the first creation. This version looked exactly like her— but older. Tired. And completely ordinary. The woman smiled sadly. "You took long enough." Elara stared. "Who are you?" The woman walked closer.