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Kristen said, grabbing her hair. "Wait a sec, don't tell me it's Daniel, because he's the only one who could do that and go free" Nancy said. "Who else if not that bastard?" Kristen semi yelled angrily. "Ugh, that guy is crossing his boundaries" Abigail said tapping her feet on the ground. Paula could only look at the people she called friends. Such mentally sick people.

As for the Black Bloods, they were always going to be at the bottom and we both knew that. “Fine. We will take thirty. But if it doesn't sell well, you will have to contend with me.” “Luca, if it doesn't sell well, it has nothing to do with me. It will be because it is coming from you and nobody can trust anything you sell to them.” I told him before walking out.

He opened the black bag behind him, a leather-coated bag strong enough to stop the flow of oxygen in it. Countless grey papers crawled out of the bag, different imprints from different publishing presses on the headings. Though they mostly had the same news and sometimes copied themselves despite the copyright restrictions, it all felt different to my father. “Thanks, Mr. Hazel.” I collected the papers from him, giving him the spare change Dad had left on the dining table before heading for work.

Although the Black Being had come to this world in search of the Bloody Red Humanoid Figure, he'd never for once, expected that he would find 'IT' so quickly. "So this is what you look like? Haha! I can't believe it! You're just a red man! Ok. I'd give it to you, that you're indeed taller than the average man, however, you're still just a human. Haha! And to think, that you're even stark naked! You must be retarded. I can't believe this, this is you!? Wow!" Indeed, the Black Being of Darkness had never foreseen, such a shocker.

"Yes he has, Ibekwe. Be strong and have faith." James shuffled towards the door. "James!" "Yes, Ibekwe." "What will you call your new book?" "I thought of a simple but strong name. I will call it: Shading Black: The trilogy of an African village. The name fits it." "James!" Ibekwe called again. "Yes, Ibekwe." "The name of your book is perfect. Thank you for everything." James kept quiet. He raised his hands and wiped the tears in his eyes. "Goodbye, Ibekwe," he said.

I’ll even help you deal with any of them. “And how would I know you won’t back stab me?” “The same way I know you won’t. It’s not your reputation. Look up Black Dogs. You know of them?” “Order of mercenaries.” “Bingo,” the man said. “Asked them about Vanargand.” “I see.” “You heard of the name?” “It’s another name for Fenrir, monster-wolf of Norse mythology.” “I thought using Fenrir could be copyright infringement, or just piss the guy off.” “That would be unwise.”

She sighed and fixed it. Lately, the bookstore was getting crowdier than usual and there is only one reason. It is because of Alkhun and Amari. The news has spread the genius Alkhun Berhalkswan who defeated a B-Rank mage at the age of 12 was always in the Rafa bookshop. She didn't know if it was a blessing or what. Since the visitors only came to see with their own eyes. Not buy books. "Thank you for coming." Sophia bowed staring at the customers leaving.

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Welcome to unedited Black book 3 of the Woods series. This book can be read independently. You can read it without adventuring into 'Married to a stripper'. I'll be extremely happy if those who haven't checked that book out do so. I hope you enjoy my works. Love you guys much much. Your humble author Zagzahzlau. ~••~ The Sunday night was frigid against unarmed skin in Buea--the city of legendary hospitality-- located in the southwest region of Cameroon.