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He felt safe and secure when he was reading, studying, and holed up in a small place where he could study and think. He is used to this, not a tracking-down-criminal kind of guy. He sat in the dark, listening to his. Ka- shhh, ka- shhh, ka-. Every moment or two he considered standing up and walking out of the room. Everyone wants from him to leave it to the pro from unit 9. But there was something about the crime that offended him. Why will they be after books that are kept out of the world for hundreds of years ago, even thousand? It seemed that it is not even the outsiders that are after it, but people who knew how and when to come for these books. The officers will definitely be working i

Yeah, he'd learned to practice patience, but dealing with the police while they questioned Betty had just about driven him to the edge of reason. He opened the car door for her, holding her elbow as she climbed in. Daylight had waned, and the parking garage was dimly lit, the sound of other hospital visitors echoing through the cement structures. Betty listened for other things. Furtive footballs on the pavement. The click of a gun safety being released. The slide of fabric or the soft huff is a breath. Someone had tried to kill Dan just a few weeks ago, and there was no reason to believe that person would be content to let him live. The road went quiet as he stepped around the car. The soun

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And as the world outside crumbles, we find each other in chaos. We are heroes and villains, in a duel of desperate souls. Time is our enemy, stealing away each second of pleasure. In the end, only one winner will remain, but the price will be too high. For now, we surrender to the slip of sin. And sink even deeper into this dangerous game, where the line between right and wrong fades away. "Can you feel it?" Aaron asks, his mouth close to mine. "The adrenaline coursing through our veins, fueling the flame of danger."

Then there were his psychology books and books on wilderness craft. His gaze fell on a small cluster of volumes of English literature, some that Faith had convinced him to try. While he couldn't bring himself to read them, he hadn't been able to part with them, either. The top shelf held an extensive collection of contemporary bestsellers, and it was one of those he chose, a mystery thriller, as he heard the first roll of thunder. "Yep, Bear, it seems like a 'dark and stormy night' kind of night." He gave the dog a pat as he settled down in his chair.

A gunshot, at least, gave you a warning. Neelam did not. One wrong word, one careless glance, one poorly timed comment—and suddenly, the Don of the underworld found himself standing trial in his own home. And somehow, no enemy had ever made him surrender faster. Lately, both he and Uzair had been living on the edge of their seats—careful, cautious, and far too aware of Neelam’s moods. In their world, danger usually came with bullets and blood. At home, it came with silence—and Neelam folding her arms.

He must have taken advantage of me while I was unconscious. I stood up, my movements stiff with fury and fear. My eyes roamed the room, noting the opulence—the golden wristwatches, diamond rings, and gleaming furniture. He’s filthy rich, but that doesn’t give him the right to do this to me. I couldn’t stay here another second. I needed to return to my pack, to check on my parents. But I had no money, and my situation was desperate. Without a second thought, I began gathering valuables from the room, his golden wristwatches, diamond rings, and even his wallet. My gaze landed on a silver necklace around his neck. It shimmered faintly, almost otherworldly, and I carefully removed it.

I stare at him watching his clear blue eyes change from peaceful to stormy. "If you don't let me walk you home I'll throw you over my shoulder and carry you home myself." His voice is hard and daring, making me afraid that he might do as promised, but my feet are glued to the ground. I don't move. "So you really want to do this." He lean closer to me. So close that I can feel his warm breath against my ear. "I swear if you scream or fight me I'll drug you for so long you will become a zombie." And with that I am in the air dangling from his shoulder. My ass in the air, again for the second time tonight and my feet to his back. My hands planted on his hard chest trying to position myself so I

She peered over the edge of the bed and saw the book lying on the floor, as if it had revealed some hidden secret. She hesitated, then reached out and picked it up. The cover was strangely cold—colder than paper should be, as if it had absorbed the night's chill or carried with it an unknown breath of darkness. She returned it to the table and turned again, pulling the blanket tighter around herself, her eyes squeezed shut. Yet her heart still pounded with restless anxiety, whispering that his fall hadn't been accidental, but deliberate.

“A man peacefully sleeping in such a fancy car by the side of the road by this time of the day? He must’ve been drunk. I said to myself. I admired the car from afar and walked to the hostel. It was unusually quiet when I stepped into the living room, I moved to the table lamp and switched it on bringing light into the atmosphere. Where was everybody? I sighed heavily and dropped my bag and the books I held on the sofa, removed my shoes and neatly kept them on a shoe rack like Denise always advised us to. I could feel a twinge of pain around my right forearm and left shoulder that must’ve been from the heavy books I held and the bag on my shoulders. I rubbed it while letting out a groan but t