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He was willing to wait for hours if it had to be someone who had given him wealth through the books he published. that man is truly noble. Axe never stops praising his savior who has given him millions of dollars in the past three years through the books he published. Read My Mind can be said to be a very strange work. A story that tells of a murder without a motive that is confusing but instead manages to attract the attention of so many people that the book continues to be published every year. At that time, he never thought about the success of Read My Mind, felt pessimistic, and did not want to work on it further. But then the man continued to force him and convince him that the book wil

came the teasing remark of mine, and her eyes immediately cast downward. “For my first class today, you’re going to act as my assistant, and I don’t want any drama from you. So I don’t care whatever bullshit is spiraling through your head.” She shook her head, muttering a “yes sir,” which seemed satisfactory to me. “Get the book titled The Mind of Mental Health on the shelf.” I got myself seated, opening my laptop to get my day started, but some minutes passed, and the supposed book wasn’t on my table.

she continued, complaining in her mind, which was becoming increasingly chaotic. Once again, Emily smacked her own lips and then ran her fingers through her hair in frustration. Apparently, being close to the handsome man next to her was causing her already glitchy brain to malfunction even more. It seemed like her mind needed to be completely reinstalled to remove the deadly viruses that had almost paralyzed her already contaminated brain from the romantic novels she had read.

Alex joined me on the blanket as we dig to get our food. "What made you think about a picnic as our first date?" "I wanted to show you my safe heaven. Sometimes I come here to clear my mind and feel at peace. I thought it would be perfect for our first date. And the picnic would be starting us of small." "It's a beautiful spot. How long have you been coming up here?" "Not that long. I only use it for serious situations. Situations where I might feel safer here than at my own home." "Why?" "My life is just..different."

I shook those thoughts out of my head, and turned my attention to my secretary. In all honesty, the dinner with Melissa was only a distraction. One I needed so I wouldn’t have to think about the woman who was ordered to kill me. It bothered me, even though there was a small flicker of hope in the fact that she would have been able to sense that I was her mate if her group made it to us that night. Maybe her near-death experience stopped her from making the biggest mistake of her life, and I silently said thanks to my Lord, as horrible as it sounded. “There’s a spell in an ancient book. I had to dig deep for it.”

She dumped a tray full of food on my lap and warned, "Don't take them in an empty stomach. You will have ulcers if you do that. Have rest today love, I'm going to the restaurant." I nodded with gratitude and kissed her on both cheeks. She grinned and waved me goodbye. I was left alone with my thoughts and dread. I had my breakfast and medicines. Soon after, my head started feeling like a stone and I layed down on the pillow, grabbing one of my favorite books from the nightstand. Gabrielle-Suzanne Barbot de Villeneuve's 'Beauty and The Beast.' Sighing, I opened the page, where I left off from.

Miranda’s beauty was understated. She wasn’t aggressive or ambitious. She carried herself with softness and grace, like a flower in bloom, yet beneath that gentleness was a sharp, undeniable strength that drew men in without trying. Ever since meeting her, Mike hadn't been able to take his eyes off her. Unless she married someone else, he intended to pursue her to the very end. During the drive, she explained the basic principles of brain-computer interfaces to him. The atmosphere was pleasant, and for Mike, every moment spent with her made his heart beat a little faster.

she declared. I couldn't help but flash a shy smile, silently giving her credit in my heart. 'At least she's got good taste.' Her face lit up with joy, and she laughed happily. 'No wonder you're the kind of woman who always books the top male models at the club!' I exclaimed in my mind. The air around us grew noticeably tense, as if everyone was holding their breath. 'She has the guts to book them but not to follow through. Every time, she just ends up playing poker with them in bed till morning!' I laughed silently.

a woman said softly. She was beautiful. Her hair was almost white. It was flowing down her back in soft waves. Her eyes were blue and glowing. She had soft features. Her skin looked soft, and I wanted to touch it. “Thank you, Emma.” she said. “I think that you are beautiful too.” My eyes widened. Was she reading my mind? She chuckled and nodded. “Yes, Emma.” she said. “I am reading your mind.” I froze. How was that possible? Was she…?

After eating, I carried her with the help of the grandpa— into the room the woman had prepared for us. The woman stared at me before walking away. I laid my head on the pillow as I replayed everything that had happened today. From discovering that I was to be ruthless billionaire Damian Cooper's wife to almost getting sold to some group of masked men I knew nothing about. I definitely have something to tell my grandchildren now, that’s if I ever get to see them. Cause at this point, I might die in the hands of armed men before getting to the devil himself. The distant song of a mockingbird pulled me from sleep. As I lifted my lids, I saw a tall masculine fellow sitting right in front of me.