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After ordering the props I needed, I turned off the screen. Tomorrow I'd be gone from Conrad Lennon's life exactly as planned. I turned around and suddenly found myself looking into his charming, smiling eyes. He'd waited outside long enough for the smell of nicotine to fade, then warmed up to the room temperature before carefully slipping his arms around me from behind. "Why are you still up?" he asked. Conrad's familiar warmth melted into mine. His arms should have been my refuge, but all I felt was a cold stab of bitterness in my chest.

“See… I have good ideas too.” Ivy smiled and elbowed him. ⸻ The library was silent in that thick, sacred way only old libraries could be. Dust floated in shafts of evening sunlight. Rows upon rows of books towered around them, heavy with secrets. Kyle picked up a dusty tome titled “Herbal Remedies and the Curse of the Alder Witches” and flipped it open. “I think this one just tells you how to make soup that kills people slowly,” he muttered. “Useful for finals week,” Ivy said, scanning her own book.

The truth is, I had discovered something far more intoxicating than any holiday cheer: reading. I found comfort in the library, the one place that could protect me from my spiraling thoughts. It was a grand room—wooden shelves towering high, filled with books that whispered secrets of the past. The smell of old parchment drifted around me, blending with a floral scent—a hint of lilacs, maybe. It was a peaceful sanctuary, the perfect escape from the noise of my friends' laughter and my own confusing emotions.

“That's not how you talk about my cooking. He frowned. “That's not what I meant. It smells like an animal in heat. “It's probably just my mother's friend Cynthia. She does tarot readings at a store downtown and they burn all kinds of incense. The scent follows her like a cloud. She would be the type of woman who would wear a perfume called Eau de Wolf. Oh, that reminds me. ’ As the pasta boiled, I dragged the huge book Derek had given me from my backpack by the door and held it out to him. “My friend Derek gave me this. He's a mythology student and I think he can help me make a case to discredit Ruth...

They wandered through the aisles, running their fingers along spines that held countless worlds within their pages. Emily's eyes sparkled with excitement as she plucked a weathered book from the shelf. "Liam, look at this," she exclaimed, her voice filled with wonder. "It's a collection of love letters from different eras. Each page holds the raw emotions of someone's heart."

“I saw you dipping a pastry in your coffee and you’re talking about being a grown-up?” “It’s a style,” she argued. “It’s bullshit,” I said. “At least, someone shares my view on that,” a harsh voice conferred, and I turned to look, only to see Lorelai Trentino, the tall, dark-haired man, descending the stairs. “It tastes even more awful than it looks.” I smirked at Savana, who retorted with a snort. Turning to her husband, she said, “This is why I like your brothers much better. They share my opinion.”

I felt her arch just a fraction into my touch, her perfume wrapping around me… something expensive and filthy, like jasmine and pure sex. We reached the rare books room, the air thick with the smell of aged paper, polished wood, and now… the faint, sweet musk of two women who were already wet for each other. I pulled the volume from its shelf, handling it carefully, and handed it to her. Our fingers brushed… and stayed. The spark was instant, electric, shooting down my spine and making my cunt throb so hard I had to bite my lip.

A lot more messier than she'd every thing of but above it all, she's with someone who would burn the whole world for her. Her Nicole. THE END! Thanks to everyone that took out time to read my book. I'm a newbie author and also watch out for more of my books to come. pls read, drop a comment (would love to know your thoughts) support too.

Sinclair watching us lazily from his seat on the couch, his protruded cock still bobbing as he puffed on his cigar. His eyes met mine and he smirked. Something about how sensual it was made my stomach tickle. He crushed the butt of his cigar on the ashtray, still holding my gaze. He poured whiskey slowly into a glass cup, and my eyes flickered his fingers closed round the glass as he swirled the liquid slowly, and brought it to his lips. When I looked up, his eyes were still holding mine down, black with lust. His gaze flickered down to my breasts, and my stomach kicked when he bit his lips.

Belle sat up in bed, using the buttons on the side to adjust the positioning as the nurse had shown her. The book, white with a pentacle on the cover, described the basics of witchcraft in terms even a layman could understand. Her older sister had been kind enough to drop it off, along with a change of clothing and a box of Thornton's continental—her favourite chocolates. According to this book, the spell Damien cast on her would be returned to him threefold.