Approximal Guide Novel Novels & Stories

Warning – there is some violence later, which may be uncomfortable for some readers. They are clearly marked, and you can skip to the next chapter if needed. Zane guided me to a door and swung it open, revealing an observation room—similar to a cold, clinical setup of a police interrogation chamber. “Wait here,” he instructed in that detached, professional tone. “I’ll bring them in, question them first, then you can take over. Who do you want to start with?”

I held her hand and guided her out. She chuckled when she saw my reaction. “Your sex drive is insane. You really wrecked me.” I shook my head then kissed her. My hands began to slip through her shorts but she was able to stop me. “Not here, Manuel.” She then smirked. I gulped and just sighed. “I might have fucked you roughly for you to walk in that way. I’m sorry,” I apologized, feeling a bit guilty. “You regret what we did?” “Of course, not. But I should’ve been gentle with you.”

My awesome readers. This book is going to be a dark romance. So please, don't try to cut off my head if our Georgina brutally suffers (⁠ㆁ⁠ω⁠ㆁ⁠). I mean, she must suffer in order for her to change. Hehehe~!".

I followed my ruined corpse all the way to the mass grave. My limbs were twisted at unnatural angles, my body covered in crisscrossing bruises, my face drained of every drop of color—like a weed that had been stomped flat by a hundred boots. Soon, a pack of mangy stray dogs caught the scent of fresh meat. Their eyes glowed hungry and green in the darkness as they circled in. At first, they just tugged at the edges of my clothes. Then one bolder mutt sank its teeth into my calf and ripped off a chunk of flesh.

Irina contributes through video calls from Geneva, where she has returned but maintains her twice weekly presence in the compound's coordination through the specific, organized method of someone who has decided that Geneva and the compound are both home in different registers and has stopped requiring a clean distinction between them. The reader's guide is not long. That is the first decision they make and they make it quickly, because a guide designed to help people hand the publication forward to people who need it must be readable in fifteen minutes, must carry its full weight in those fifteen minutes, and must end with the standing invitation visible and prominent rather than buried in c

"Well yesterday he came to ask me about your book. And it was weird because it was the 3rd one in the series. He didn't even know it was yours or your name. He just wanted a background check on it so I told him it was yours. He then Alpha commanded me to tell him everything about you. He said it was a clue. What's going on there?" "He wants to go on a date with me and I said only if he could tell me what my name was. He couldn't, so I gave him the book as a ‘clue’. I didn't realise he would come to you about it." I say with a mouthful of ice cream. "Giving him a book that was written by Day Dreamer is a nasty hint." "I didn't really want him to figure it out. He gave me these sad puppy dog e

SETH'S POV; ★ The fight was over, and it's all thanks to a quick skill that I had learned and mastered from Asante, had it not been because of that, I would have been torn mercilessly by these rogues. Now the next step would be for me to head back to BlackBerry pack and finds a suitable manner to make her my Mate. ** After one day of walking through the thick forest, I sighted the place I have been looking for. The castle was tall and possessed a great magnificent view.

The architecture shifted as she moved—arched stone, becoming glass, glass becoming a forest path, and forest melting into a hallway lined with doors that each had a name only their intended occupant would recognize. She wore the same practical coat and boots she’d woken up in, shadows flowing at her heels like a well‑behaved pet. She passed a wide, open chamber where another guide—a man with tired eyes and ink stains on his fingers—sat with a soul who kept looking over their shoulder as if expecting an audience. “There’s no one watching,” the guide said calmly. “Are you sure?” the soul asked. “Only if I’m doing my job right,” he said and smiled.

Chapter 1: Caught in the Act I straddled on Professor Blake’s lap in his office, my short plaid skirt shoved up around my waist, my soaked black panties hanging off one ankle like a dirty little trophy. His thick cock was buried deep inside my dripping pussy, stretching me open as I rocked my hips in slow, lazy circles, taking every inch of him with each roll. I’d never been one for hitting the books hard. Studying felt like torture, so I’d found a much more appealing way to keep my grades up, and it was simple, riding my professor raw for hours. And it happened to work every single time.

And worse… what kind of woman hears it and feels her pulse spike instead of her pride? The city blurred past the car window now, my coffee untouched in the cup holder. Sebastian sat beside me, absorbed in something on his phone, the other hand resting casually on the armrest between us. As for me,I'm scrolling on my phone on the Good Novel App searching for my favorite novel at the moment in my library- Secret Vow of the Ruthless Billionaire by Trendsterchum Chronicles. It's a romance novel with some high-tech or a bit of sci-fi in a few early chapters but went on as usually a romance story without the sci-fi thing after about 8 chapters of high-tech intel syndicated saga. I clicked it but m