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The male society, it seems, has already been waiting for me. The bathroom door slammed, cutting Rick off from the woman he couldn't get out of his mind and heart. Which he seems to love. She was not in the noisy room. Rick was about to give chase, but Aiden stopped him. “Buddy,” he threw a hand on his shoulder in a friendly gesture and continued with a wide beaming smile: “Hurt my sister again, I will rip out your heart and feed it to stray dogs. Aiden had no idea how much he looked like Venira at that moment. He gave him a rather hard pat on the back in farewell and slid into the hall. Rick was not afraid of Air, but still felt like the last bastard.

said Ate Rosan. Sister Rosan laughed. "I became a fan. Hmm... Of the most famous band in the world. I almost used up my allowance just to buy the latest albums and merchandise." Sister Rosan shook her head. "It's not just a band. I'm a reader and a fan of book authors. I also had about five hundred books on my bookshelf." "Come on, sister! Let me borrow some!" suddenly shouted the woman in front. Ate Rosan laughed as well as other people. I remained silent and motionless.

From there, they kick and knee and squeeze my balls, laughing, mocking me and taking absolute delight in my pain **************************** I checked the address twice before knocking. The door swung open, revealing two identical smiles, identical eyes, and identical promises of sin. "You're right on time," the sister on the left purred, stepping aside to let me in. Her twin closed the door behind me, the click echoing like a starting gun. Their house was a slick, modern trap, all clean lines and soft lighting. They led me to the living room, where a plush rug lay spread out before a low coffee table.

The entire school thought I was the school belle Wanda Stewart's biggest simp. I would send her breakfast during her morning run. I would offer her a towel and water during her matches. I would buy her pancakes from three streets away in the bitter cold just because she said she was hungry in the middle of the night. The boys in school who liked her could form a line from the mathematics department to the field. The look in their eyes changed from disdain to hatred. "He hasn't managed to pursue her even after all that simping. He really can take things in his stride." "Wanda is just good-natured. That's why she hasn't called the police." When the school hunk, Connor Graham, decided t

I said, trying to keep any emotion out of my voice, " and I am feeling so much better, thanks for asking." "You are very much welcome," she said sounding genuine, I pictured her friendly face lighting up, "I think I agree with your sister though. About the love triangle, that is." I did not know what to say in reply so I kept quiet and chewed on my lower lip. It was easy for me to be attracted to both of them because they are very attractive. They had the same features; the same beautiful almond, hazel eyes, the same full, bow-shaped pink lips, unruly brows and curly hair. They had the same tall, slight built with just enough muscle and smoky, mellifluous voice. The fact that James was brood

I glanced at the cover. “Where did you even get this?” I asked. She shrugged. “Found it in the closet.” Right. I’d forgotten I’d left some of my sister’s old books here. The last time I’d sat here, my sister had been with me. We’d hidden from the storm, from Father’s guards, from everything that hunted us. Now I was hiding again — only this time, it was with another person I cared about. I looked down at the page Evelyn had been on. Some romance scene — overly sweet, too easy. And yet, a single line caught my eye, something about the way a man touched a woman like she was the only real thing left in the world.

I wasn't the kind of person who could just toss someone's possessions carelessly, not even my sister's, not even after what she'd done. "Some poor charity shop worker is going to have a heart attack when they open these boxes," Maya joked, holding up a barely-there piece of lingerie. I laughed, though it felt strange to be touching my sister's intimate things. "I'm sure they've seen worse." "Doubt it." She dangled a lacy scrap of fabric. We continued working, making steady progress through the massive closet. When I reached the back corner shelf, my fingers brushed against something solid tucked behind a stack of cashmere sweaters. I pulled it out, surprised to find a leather-bound book.

The jock retorted. Savannah fixed her gaze back on Mia. “You’re pathetic. I bet you did it on purpose just so you could touch him.” The girl got closer, glaring at the girl dressed in black. “Dream on bitch. He’s never going to be interested in an ugly whore like you.” Without warning, she gave Mia a sharp shove, causing her to stumbble backwards. Mia scoffed and retreated. “You’re both as delusional as each other.” Savannah watched her new step-sister leave before pulling her boyfriend away. His eyes were lingering on Mia a little longer than she would have liked.

This woman, this fae, was dangerous. And she was called Mathilda, which means she wasn't the keeper, but probably works for the keeper. "Not probably, Sherneil. I do work for the keeper. She is my elder sister, after all," she said softly, still standing where she was. "Certainly not the keeper. But possibly stronger than her. Trust me," she said again, this time, in my mind. Damn! She can hear my thoughts! "I can do so much more, wolf." Behind her appeared five Sisters of the Keep. The large ones. The ones that had chased us just before Lisa had found us. The ones scared of the rain.

“You two don’t look anything alike.” “We don’t,” I agree. And according to Lucas, we don’t smell alike either. Apparently, siblings who share the same bloodline have a similar smell, and I smell nothing like the rest of my family. “She’s a doctor, right?” Betty types the name of a book into a search, seeing if we have any in stock. “Yeah, in Chicago.” “Your niece is adorable.” “Thanks,” I say with a smile. “She is pretty damn cute.” I take another drink of coffee and then head back into the crowd. Abby stays until the event winds down, and finds me in the back grabbing books to restock the shelves before she leaves.