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Iman's eyes widened at this new information. Dabir loves to read? She was the one who used to encourage him to read more, and sometimes she suggested herfavouritee books, but he never read them. "And this is my room..." Madiha was about to take Iman to her room when Zamin entered and called them for dinner. After dinner, everyone sat in the living room with cups of tea. Kashif and Kamraan discussed politics and business, in which Zamin also participated, sharing his opinion.

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As the old saying goes, you can’t take it with you. After watching Brent mentor and help out young men in the community, I wanted to do the same. That’s when I turned the place into the Safe Haven House. It’s a home for young women that have nowhere to go when they are running from a situation. Usually, it’s abusive parents at home. Safe Haven is a safe place that not only offers protection but also helps them start a life on their own. It’s a way for them to get ahead without needing the people who abused them.

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Chapter 1 – You’re Trouble, Aren’t You? It was one of those Chicago nights where the air smelled like rain and bad decisions. The streets shimmered under the streetlights, wet with the earlier drizzle, and the whole city buzzed like it knew something dirty was about to happen.

“Quiet doesn’t mean unbothered. Just good at hiding it.” We fell into silence. The only sound was distant thunder rumbling above ground. I wondered how long we’d be down here. Minutes stretched. My mind wandered to how close he was. How alone we were. “Tell me something,” I said finally. “Why’d you become a librarian? You don’t seem like the type who likes being stuck behind a desk all day.” Mr. Kane exhaled softly. “Books don’t talk back. They don’t expect small talk. I like the order. And the stories. What about you? History major with a focus on obscure trade? That’s not common.”

“Not even close, baby. I'm gonna fill you up until you're dripping with my cum.” THE END. PLEASE WATCH OUT FOR BOOK 2 — HOTTER AND EVEN BETTER!

My panties were stuck to my pussy lips, the fabric dark and wet, and I could feel my juices dripping past them now, running down my legs in slow warm trails. My heart was slamming so hard I could hear it in my ears and those footsteps outside in the hallway kept coming and going, but instead of scaring me it just made me wetter. God, if someone heard me like this I would die, but right now I didn’t care. I just needed him to touch me. He didn’t waste time. I heard him pick up that thick hardcover book from the desk and then the flat hard edge of it smacked right across my ass cheek with a loud crack that echoed through the office.

My fingers shivered as I submitted my creative writing piece to her. I prayed this time she wouldn't criticize my work again and force me into one of those dreaded makeup tests that I always had to take alone, which I hate so much. The manuscript felt weighted with my hidden thoughts, yet I'd managed to capture them on paper. I had poured my most secret longings into this narrative easily after watching my roommate shower, their skin glistening with water. That's when the concept for my story began to form for me.