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Yet that doesn’t stop Williams from carefully prying her hands away and revealing the unseen—harmless scabs compared to the purple blemishes that haunt her of memories she regrets recalling. “S’ugly,” Ariana tries again when fingers trace the ridge of her faint abs and then the bandages. “They aren’t.” Williams reassures, running his fingertips across the discolored skin ever so lightly. “They’re a result of your bravery. You don’t have to hide them.” She glances up in response, breath hitching at the sight of the younger’s dark gaze, lips slick and pink, pupils dilated.

The magic book opened on its own, Rico and Niffa patiently wait for whatever the blank page will going to write, they were seated, together, at the long wooden table surrounded by the wall of books. A light was formed, and the empty page was filled with letterings in a freestyle script carved within the thin sheet of paper. They narrowed their eyes trying to read the first letter, it was too bright, and the lettering was almost as white as the paper. The light vanished and the letters turned into tinted black, thick and printed, not written by a hand. The whole page was filled, it says,

A simple note lay inside the box that read "wear me." "I guess I will be wearing this." I laughed as I lifted it from the box holding it up. "And little else." Sage chuckled, but she had a point the back dipped so low I needed to be braless and the material was so thin and delicate I needed a very skimpy thong or no knickers because every crease or line would show. "Man had a clear plan and motive. I will give him that." she added. "Speaking of motives, Sage." I spun grabbing my perfect side way into the conversation i was burning to have with my best friend. "What's happening with you and Arthur?" I asked her.

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That is a discussion for a different day. “Holy fucking hell.” Lucas gasps. Damn, the door to the room opened again as Breayna and Byanca walked in. They were dressed in strapless tops and black cargo shorts. I could see something reflecting light on their fingers, but I couldn’t make out what they were. They were acting like this was no big deal, it was almost like they were going to work. Hell, they were in a way. These two looked lethal. I glanced at Jayson, and he had the same look on is face as I did. I had to grab my kitten’s hips when she started wiggling around between us. She was eating this shit up.

Letta asked again. "Don't worry, I just need to clap my hands, and he'll come here without anyone recognizing him,” Arabella said, making Letta immediately look at her with disbelief. "You don't believe it?" Arabella asked, looking at Letta's expression, making Letta just nod her head, and the next moment, Arabella clapped her hands, and somehow Abian appeared from among the displays of clothes that filled the glass showcases not far from Arabella. He was wearing a hat and inconspicuous clothing, making Letta squint.

She would never agree. One did not always have to be submissive to make one's own decisions. Moreau tentatively approached Abihirt's wardrobe. Looking for something relevant, but all the clues around barely revealed a few work clothes and collared shirts. Or perhaps she needed to pry open the folds of fabric between the other shelves. Moreau bent down slightly once her body was wrapped in Abihirt's plain t-shirt. It felt like a hug, even if it wasn't. She smiled slightly as she found something. A thin bokser probably wasn't too bad.

Her black hair was braided straight down and reached the curve of her back. "You know staring is rude." Illiad said putting her knife down and turning to look at him. "Tell me, love, what's on your mind?" She asked and Weaver let out a sigh, "Alex is worried about us being attacked by rouges, I don't blame him but we haven't seen a single rouge since we've gotten here."

the male replied, eyeing my disheveled appearance with caution. I must admit, I looked like a street bum. My scruffy, unkempt appearance was a disguise. The human press always loved to speculate about America's eligible bachelors like we were ripe for the pecking order. The last thing we needed was to be followed by the paparazzi. My jeans were dirty and torn at the knees, my plain black t-shirt clung to me, my boots were well worn, my hair was outgrown and creeping past my ears, merging with my beard. The only thing I carried of any value was the antique watch around my wrist that had been a gift from my grandfather. Aaron and I had borrowed Neal's truck, so to any onlookers, we were just a

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