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Let’s just cheer for Lebron. “Sena,” he said. “Whenever we’re outside the mansion, always keep the door locked!” I stared at myself. I was still in my bath towel and water was dripping from my hair. He’s right. Then I heard him lock the door. @DEATH WISH Thank you for supporting my Novel! You may also read my complete Novel, (hmmm... while waiting for an update) Title: TAMING THE DANGEROUS CEO Thank you so much! Want to hear your review! THANKS A LOT!

Those were good times. Pushing open the library door, I was enveloped by the familiar scents of paper and ink. The sleek, modern shelves, packed with books of every genre, rose majestically to the ceiling, creating a sea of literary treasures. Every book had been handpicked by me, each one a reflection of my eclectic tastes. I navigated the narrow aisles, my fingers trailing over the spines of the books until they paused in front of a shelf filled with classic novels. With a practiced motion, I pulled a row of books off a shelf, revealing a small, discreet panel. I pressed my thumb against the cool surface, and the panel slid open with a soft click releasing a whisper of secrets.

after this chapter, unlock only one of them because it's the same. Love you all, Author.

She immediately noticed that one of them was pretty old and was bound in an expensive, brown leather cover with a clasp on the side. Placing the palm of her hand on it's smooth and worn surface, she felt a pleasant warmth radiating from the book and up her arm. It carried with it a sense of peace and deep down she felt it calling to her, beckoning her to open it and see what was inside. Her fingers slipped to the side of the book, finding the clasp and slowly undoing it when Zeke opened the door and walked in. "What's this?", he asked, coming to stand beside her and placing a kiss on her forehead.

The doorbell over the door rang when he entered, and for an instant, he stood still—not uncertain, but due to the strange warmth that rushed up to meet him. It smelled like cardamom tea and old parchment. Music was playing softly in the background—something acoustic, not jarring. Books lined every wall, their spines lovingly lined up by color and genre. A shelf of poetry books sat in the corner, surrounded by dried lavender and hand-painted bookmarks. And behind the counter. she stood there. Lena had just rolled a stack of children's books under the register when she looked up—and they made eye contact. For the first time.

And I only have one attempt left until the alarm attached to it goes off…. Ughhhh, why does it have to be so complicated. What's in there anyway? That requires a passcode. I think deeply before I input the date they got married and bingo…. It unlocked. Mennnnnmn, this man's so in love. I opened the door to see different dark romance books. Damn! Who could have thought that my stepdad is into these things. Hmmm, if I read here I will get caught and it won't be a funny experience. So I took three: The ritual, hunting adeline, and captive in the dark. I glanced through it, saw the disclaimer and I just feel like I would love it. I raised my bodycon and placed them in my panty line, closed the s

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Blood dripped onto the pages, and the book seemed to shudder, the pages flying open on their own. Her mom’s eyes locked onto the book, intense and focused. Chloe felt a sudden warmth spread across her back, the sting of her welts fading instantly. Before she could say anything, there was a knock at the door. Her mom snapped the book shut, tucked it into Chloe’s backpack, and opened the door like nothing had happened. French Quarter

Perhaps, the heaven was looking out for me finally. As assumed, there was a book. Black cover, golden spine. It was the book. I took it and examined the top. It was a strange book with a foreign languaged title and root-like thingies coiling it from every side. I tried to open it, but they were preventing so. Then it came. The sound of the front door closing. A tremor ran through my heart, and it didn't run away. It held my hands and legs in a clutch. With a shaky hand, I inserted the book inside my dress and pushed the vault door closed. With difficulty, I put the painting back in its place and ran to the door.

"Let your yes be yes and your no be no, Ajay. There's no need to swear. It makes your truth seem like a lie. Being chosen does make one crave more power, but my words still stand. I was foolish to give you that book this soon, so I must ask for its return." "I don't have it with me." "Well, I'm following you home. We all are." As soon as she exits, I pull off. Less than ten minutes later, my doorbell rings. Rushing, I close the book and hurry into the bathroom. Quickly, I grab a towel and wipe the sweat from my brow. I take a deep breath and place the book on my coffee table. When I opened the door, all twelve women stood stoic until I said, "Come in."