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It was Damian Knight’s voice when he said, “You belong to me.” Because a part of her believed him. And a darker part didn’t want to argue. She stood restlessly and wandered the room. Her fingers trailed along the bookshelves. Most were hardbound. Thick, glossy, untouched. Titles like Power & Play, Behavioral Strategy, and Psychology of Loyalty. One book was crooked. She tilted her head. It was the only one not aligned with the rest. She reached out. Pulled it. Nothing happened. No secret door. No dramatic reveal.

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I can’t stop thinking that the person who sent the gift could have some bad intentions towards me and my baby. There’s always this constant worry and fear in the back of my head wherever I go. After class, I decided to head to the library one afternoon to look for a certain book that was needed for my lesson the following day. I spent almost thirty minutes in there trying to look for the book and doing some research which was going to be submitted in three days. I tried to focus on my studies and ignore the bugging thoughts about Jolene.

explained Liam gently. Harriet, who heard that, gasped softly. "Ah," she glanced at the book Liam read in the library yesterday. It was only a moment, but she could see a few of its contents. "I didn't tell you because I was afraid to give you hope that I might be able to heal myself. Because, first, everyone and even I know that it's impossible," Liam explained, turning to Harriet and clasping her hands together. "Secondly, it will be a much worse suffering because we will try to fight my death which is almost certain," he continued.

Since then they always come here and play or read my book collection. Luke was currently reading Survival of the Fittest by Jonathan Kellerman. I recommend the book to him saying that he'll like the genre, although I might say that it was a psychological conditioning to help him view the world a little differently, and what I mean is the way I wanted him to see it.

And besides that, if I killed my husband, I would only pray I made it a few meters past the gate before I joined him in hell. I took several huge breaths as I was taught in the anger management classes my mother had signed me up for when she was alive which didn't really help that much since I stopped going after the second time. I figured out that I didn't have an anger problem, it was just those around me who were annoying.

I open the box, and pull out the first book, and I frown even harder because it is titled - Your Dad Will Do, by a Katee Robert. Feeling realy confused, I pull out the second - Priest, by a Sierra Simone, these books are giving me a certain vibe. I pull out another, laughing at the incredulous title - Does It Hurt, by an H.D Carlton, feeling really curious, I open a random page, and frown as I try to make sense of the scene. I gasp as I begin to make sense of it, my mouth falls open at the full realization of what it actually is, the book falls out of my hand with a resounding thud.

Alexander: “I’m sorry. Please let me come back. We need to talk.” I didn’t reply. Brady noticed. “If you need anything to clear your mind, I can help. We could go for a walk or something.” The blackmailer’s last message still sat unread in my notifications. Everything felt like it was crumbling. I looked at Brady, the kind concern in his blue eyes, and felt a wave of guilt. “I don’t know what I need right now.” Outside, I heard footsteps in the hallway. Someone stopped at my door. A knock sounded.

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I say, and she smiles, nodding her head as she watches me set my books and papers on the floor with my pens. Not long after, I look up to see her asleep, I keep my eyes focused on the papers, but I can’t remember anything I have read in the last hour. All my brain wants to focus on is Elliot and how that man has shaken my entire world. I know I will probably never see him again, and I have to say I am okay with that. He is dangerous, and I have enough danger in my life. Pavlov is all I can take right now.