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I replied as I got to business ignoring him, even though he too also ignored me. I already missed seeing his face, I guessed that's the main reason I came around. I cleaned the Library last and I sat down to read the most interesting and horrific Novel I have ever laid my hands on. People keep dying if they make noise and what is giving suspense now is that the main author's junior sister was just kidnapped by something I don't know and the main actor looked worried, afraid of the fact that his junior sister might have died the same miserable and horrific death his senior sister died. Well, I would have liked to read the novel finished today but I don't want Damon to suspect that I am taking

Books by John Grisham, Sidney Sheldon, Colleen Hoover, James Patterson and Ted Dekker. Jamaal Amir Haidar reads novels, crime most especially. I'm even shocked to see he reads Colleen Hoover's books too. I picked one of the books and began to smell the fresh scent of newly printed books. The door opened suddenly, Jamaal stepped in with little Ahmad in his arms. The little boy had his hands wrapped around his brother's neck. I stared at Jamaal in shock, seeing Jamaal holding his younger brother, trying to lure him to sleep shocked me.

“You can sleep on the bed. I’ll use the couch.” Ariana blinked slightly. “You don’t have to.” “I know.” Then he sat down and opened his laptop, clearly ending the conversation. Ariana slowly walked toward the bed. Everything felt unreal. Three days ago, she was begging doctors to save her brother. Now she was inside a billionaire’s mansion married to the coldest man she had ever met. She carefully sat down while staring at the massive room. Then her phone suddenly vibrated. It was the hospital. Ariana answered immediately. “H-Hello?”

"Then I'll put you to work in one of my clubs, and let every man in New York have a turn until you're used up and worthless. Do you understand me, girl?" I understood. Big Mike didn't make empty threats. Three years ago, he'd killed a man with his bare hands in the dining room because the guy had shorted him on a shipment. I'd watched him do it while I ate my soup and pretended not to notice the blood spattering the china. That was the real lesson of the Winters family: if you wanted to survive, you learned not to see things. But I'd seen too much already. Mike would kill me before letting me go. Marrying his youngest son, Christopher, was just a way to keep me under his control.

Eventually, with my arms full, I found Nicholas still in the fantasy section. He was engrossed in a thick hardcover, his brow furrowed in concentration. “Find something good?” I asked, approaching him. “Possibly. But I think you might like this one.” He handed me a paperback with an image of a woman wielding a sword on the front. I read the title aloud. “‘The Lycan Chronicles.’ Hmm, never heard of it.” “It’s a fantasy series,” he explained, still flipping through his own book. “Great world-building, complex characters...” He glanced up and smirked. “Plus, it has some... steamy scenes.”

She instructed her best friend and rushed to the bathroom. "What's this?" Tasha found something on her desk. she picked up the booklet and turned the pages, "A new novel?" she exclaimed. "Wait!" Arielle shouted from the bathroom, she had the habit to write it down instead of typing her stories, she used her gift to write 2-3 chapters of her new novel last night before going to bed. She rushed out with the toothbrush still on her hand. "Give that to me." "Nope. You're writing a new novel? A romance novel at that?" Tasha ran around the room reading the notes.

Maxwell – POV You’d think growing up under the same roof made us brothers. Shared meals. Shared rooms. Shared ghosts. But the truth? Matteo and I were never cut from the same cloth. His parents took me in when I was just a baby, no name, no bloodline, nothing but a bundle of cries left on a dirty blanket at the edge of an alley. A street rat nobody wanted. Except them. They gave me food. A warm bed. A name that meant something in a world where names were currency.

⚠️ MATURE CONTENT WARNING This is a high-spice dark romance intended strictly for readers aged 18 and older. This book contains explicit sexual content, heavy dirty talk, an intense age-gap dynamic, and dark BDSM themes involving absolute dominance and forced submission. If you are sensitive to themes of extreme control, dark fetishes, or ruthless possessiveness, please do not proceed. Read at your own discretion. Welcome to The Obsidian Room. Enter if you dare. ----------------------------------- Author's Note: Hi, everyone! I am a Brazilian author, so this story is being translated for you. If you find any minor translation mistakes, I apologize in advance! I hope you fall in love with Ale

Broken By the Billionaire Mafia Chapter Four Jessica's POV My head felt foggy like an internal battle with swords, dragons, and horses. Extreme lighting peeked into my eyes and I winced before slowly opening my eyes and a different view serenades. Did I die and go to heaven? The room wasn't far from an exotic bedroom that cost a huge buck, from the huge bed to the glassy walls in those high budget movies and the walls were artistically painted. It was extremely furnished, something I'd love.