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I happily granted it, and his tongue darted into my mouth like he was tasting the heavens themselves. He gripped my ass and easily lifted me, pushing me onto his desk. Eagerly, we relieved each other of any obstacle, and he pushed his erect shaft into me. I moaned in delight, feeling him hungrily thrust into me, pushing me over the edge over and over again. Moments later, I helped him clean up the mess we made, when I suddenly came across a book--- about witches. “What’s this?” I questioned, turning to Levi. I didn’t need to read a lot to realize that the section Levi had been studying was about witches and werewolves. He turned to me and quickly noticed the book I was holding. He sighed, no

[ Chapter 37 ] He, Lewis walked out with a book on his palm. A book that Leah hides. Now, however, was learnt by. The truth of this fiction is now happening [Before their eyes] Lewis caught the lighter and burn out some sticks. "Jin. I hope you won't see her again. This time she will always be mine. As this world is not ours and will be only the two of us. Goodbye." Lewis grinned upon the fire. The book is burning and can't be saved.

“Goddess, Levi,” I whispered under my breath. “Something the matter?” Levi asked. He leaned forward, put his elbows on the table, and I squirmed under his full attention. “You can’t just… you..” I trailed off. “The Ami I know always knew how to speak her mind. Go on, it’s just me,” Levi said kindly. “You can’t just say things like that,” I said. “Oh? And why is that?” He asked.

Lewis said politely, "Could you take me out for a walk? I'm feeling too cooped up in the room." "Sure." Amelia agreed without hesitation. Who could refuse such a polite Lewis? The old Lewis used to be very fierce towards Amelia. To put it bluntly, Amelia was clever, but not very much so. Lewis feigned amnesia and weakness, speaking in a polite and courteous tone. In front of such a handsome man whom she had always secretly admired, no woman could refuse. Amelia immediately had someone bring a wheelchair and pushed Lewis around the yard. Lewis wanted to understand where he was, so he coaxed Amelia to come out.

Sometimes, Beverly wonders why her father built such a large library, but as he knows, her late mother loved to read, and her father dedicated the huge library to her mother. "Hellions Of The Heasted Hall." Beverly muttered to herself. "Heasted Hall brats," he said again. Beverly took the six books that were deliberately put together. His gaze fixed on the titles written in the thick novel. "Historical Romance?" he asked himself. To be honest, Beverly prefers gun-smelling books to romance novels, but since she has already taken all the novels in the series, Beverly will read them.

Not that I bothered too much, Lewis was keeping the kings information and orders to himself and for that I was silently grateful. Dancing was really becoming easier, every single time I'd practice with Lewis I'd get just a little bit better. I'd become a lot more fluent with my moves, and I'd even received a very small amount of praise from the queen herself, I was shocked to say the least. I was currently in the library, Lewis had just stepped out leaving me with a palace guard whose name I did not know. I was sat, on the comfortable sofa with an extremely thick, leather bound book written by the very first king of the lycanthrope. His words were dreary and the book was long, I was only 11

Harris ordered Carlisle who nodded and then walked inside the lobby while asking Logan and Levy to follow him. As the two of them headed inside the lobby, Harris narrowed his eyes at Levy. He had seen Ginny and there was no way he wouldn’t know who Levy was, but this girl …his eyes narrowed before he turned to walk away. On the other hand, Levy and Logan arrived at the room where Amaira was sitting on a small bean bag. Her hands were holding a book and Levy could see that it was a book that was written by one of the famous witch huntresses. She looked up when she heard someone arrive and smiled when she saw it was Levy.

They knew better. I remember one day when Venus came home from school and she walked straight past Zeus without even looking at him. This was a few months before we left for training. Venus had just turned twelve at the time. After bribing her with chocolate chip cookies and chocolate milk he got her to tell him what was wrong. Apparently a group of boys at school were always picking on her about not having any friends. Normally she handled it well. Able to give it right back to them. Venus had always chosen to keep to herself. We knew she thought friends were a waste of time. She was constantly studying, or reading, or just listening to music. She said friends would come later, but for rig

She let out. “Who knew there was something called the valedictorian?” Ashley had pulled closer to me, eyes shifting off the screen onto my figure. “What about our husbands?” Another voice followed. “What gets them going?” The speaker questioned. “This” And then came another slideshow, with the image of two figures popping up. “Men love the doggy” “If that doesn’t work on them, I believe the cowgirl would” “And while you take your territory on his body, I need you ladies to ride like your life depended on it”

It was as if Levi had somehow managed to infuse the apartment with a sense of warmth and welcome, despite its lack of adornment. Kimberly's gaze wandered around the room, taking in the sparse furnishings and the compact layout. She felt a pang of curiosity about Levi's life, about the choices he had made and the path that had led him to this small, unassuming apartment. Moments later, Levi returned with an old, dusty tome, and Kimberly's eyes widened with curiosity. The book's cover was adorned with intricate carvings that seemed to dance across its surface, radiating an otherworldly energy. Levi's voice was calm and measured as he spoke, "This was your mother's grimoire, uhh… a spell book o