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Elena asked him. “I’m about to kidnap you,” he smirked. False. “And what if i refuse?” “There’s no refusal to a kidnap,” he replied. “You’re in my car already.” “OMG. You-” “Yes. I checked them out and bought a few albums,” he replied, increasing the volume of the song playing. BTS- Airplane Pt2. “They are amazing, i have to admit. El-mariachii.” “Of course, they are,” she replied, smiling. “Where are you seriously taking me to?”

The sanctuary beneath was safe. Baraka landed in the center of the ruined courtyard. The asphalt hissed and melted beneath his boots. His grey t-shirt was completely shredded, hanging in burnt rags over his heavily muscled torso. Steam poured off his skin in thick white sheets as his body desperately tried to bleed off the catastrophic thermal heat generated by his own speed. He stood up straight, his chest heaving, his fists clenched at his sides. The violet fire in his eyes was blinding. "You stay away from my people," Baraka commanded, his voice dark and deadly.

So,I kissed my best friend on the forehead and I headed out to go research on death and life. I walked to the library because it was just a few blocks away. One of the things Rebecca has taught me is to always have my library card with me and when I reached into my bag,it was there so I easily took it out and used it to get access to the library. I had this overwhelming feeling to go research about the Afterlife and so I went straight to the section of bardo and I saw some pretty good books there. The was one that was titled "the secrets of bardo". It sounded like it would have everything I wanted so I took it,found myself a seat and started reading.

Ordinarily, I would experience a surge of anxiety, wondering what new danger lay ahead. Not today, though, as I did not even bother looking. Rather, I went directly to my inbox and erased every single message. Distractions and baggage are gone. "This is who I am now." I muttered, letting go of the burden of my history. "I have no knowledge of previous events. All of it is behind me.I felt brave and liberated for the first time in years.

I wasn’t even sure if he’d gotten everything settled with his frat brothers when he drove me to the airport in the morning. I tried to let those thoughts fade away while on my flight home. I put in my earbuds and decided to listen to one of the smutty werewolf audio books Hana has gotten me hooked on, Alpha Gray by CJ Primer, with Theo and Maddie as narrators. The book is HOT, and Theo’s voice… yeah, it makes for an enjoyable two-and-a-half-hour flight. I love how he changes his voice when speaking for each Alpha. Hana told me they’ve done the narration for the rest of the series, and I can’t wait to listen.

Kate waited patiently for Harry's return from France. His consistent letters filled with many pending promises never made Kate doubt his love for her. She didn't mind the years that passed her by and eventually becoming a spinster. Soon the letters stopped coming, Harry also stopped replying to any of Kate's letters and it looked like he'd totally vanished from the face of the earth. Until one fateful day, news about Harry's death reached the household and all of Kate's dreams and aspirations were also dead that very day. Now passed the age of receiving young and eligible suitors, Kate became a lonely wallflower residing in a corner of the Monterrey mansion, receiving everyone's pity and

She sounded demanding and sharp. “Come on,” Portia’s voice said through the speaker. “Your mom is busy with dinner. We have plenty of time to make out for a bit.” I felt a wave of disgust. Then, a man’s voice cut through. It was Barnabas. He sounded like he was choking on his own spit. “No,” Barnabas snapped. I could hear the pure hatred in his voice. “Get your hands off me.” The recording continued with the sound of a struggle, like someone being pushed away.

Tasting the filth, the fire, the fever he wrote into every page of my skin. The next morning, a box sat on the kitchen counter. Hardcover, freshly printed. My was name on the cover—and his. ‘Yours, Uncensored.’ “Is this—?” I asked, fingers trembling over the title. “Our story,” he said behind me, pulling my robe down to bare my shoulder. “Every filthy, furious, unforgettable chapter.” “You’re insane,” I breathed. “And you love it.” He kissed the top of my spine. The back cover quote? I read it aloud.

Someone wants to ride on the royal Johnson! Bär- I’m aware, I was dealing with them long before you woke up. “War and Peace,” Bär answers, trying to sound as uninterested as possible. “That is a big book. What language is that?” She asks, leaning over the chair, putting her breasts on his arm. “German,” Bär answers again, coldly. “You need a little in-flight entertainment?” She whispers in his ear. Buck- She is wearing a perfume to make us want her.

Bri hadn’t delved into what we were just censored the information she was willing to offer Mabel in order to protect the rest. Bri was laid out across a blanket on the dock skin rubbed down with citronella to ward off the mosquitos as she read a new book. I had brought her a new pile back from the library. She was clad in only a sports bra and shorts, her bare feet crossed and bent over her beautiful ass. I crawled up next to her peering down at the book she was already halfway through. “What is it about?” “A girl tricked by fairies, to be their savior,” she said. I chuckled.