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Trees lined the roads, and the distant hills spread like a sleeping city. Niya looked back and saw Reena in the mirror. “So… what were you reading last night that made you so late?” Reena took a long breath and said, “Ugh, don’t even ask. That story’s villain is so stupid!” Niya laughed and asked, “Villain? So what kind of book were you reading?” Reena closed her eyes and said, “Man, the hero clearly says no, so why does the girl keep chasing him?

It simply disintegrated, then reappeared back in the car. “Sick bastard,” I spat. He'd been stalking me. I tore a slim black book from the rat pile. Book of Psychopomps was etched on it in gold ink. Numbers, emails, and old-fashioned addresses accompanied names, written in no apparent order. I rifled through the pages: “Old farts: ODIN, MORRIGAN, YAMA, HERMES....” and “New pests: ANAESTHESIA, AIDS, SANTA MUERTE...” A red ribbon marked a page at the back. “Accessories: SHANNON PARKER.”

My name is Anthonia Obiajulum. You can shorten to Tonia and Juls. Whichever you like. I'm extremely friendly and love to talk about anything so you can always slide in the DM. This book is a work of fiction and all characters, incidents and organisations herein are fictional! This book is rated 18+. But I'll still say it again. It's not for kids please! It will contain explicit sexual content, and a lot of dirty words. I'll add more warnings if need be as the book develops.

He warned me that Jack was a crotchety old coot. “How are things going in here?” Dad asks. I tear my eyes away from Jack and look at Dad, smiling. “Perfect. We’re ready to start.” * The key sits on my desk, shining in the sunlight like some sort of demonic beacon. If I pick it up, the Devil himself will be summoned. Biting my lip, I reach for it, snatching my hand back at the last second. I don’t want to summon him. Don’t want to get the offerings ready.

I'd say that they were suggestions that came in during testing. LimberJack: you want to dp? LonelyGirl: dp? LimberJack: are you serious? 😂 LonelyGirl: I'm not not serious. what's dp? LimberJack: go google it and get back to me ;) DP means double penetration. I gulped down my class of wine while fanning myself. LonelyGirl: Hold on. I need a refill 🍷 LimberJack: so you looked it up. is that what you want? 🤔

“I want to feel this pussy squeezing me when you fall apart.” His words, the filthy way he’s claiming me, the way his thick cock stretches and fills me completely it’s too much. My second orgasm crashes over me even harder than the first. I scream his name, back arching off the bed as my walls clamp down around him, pulsing and gushing. Dean doesn’t stop. He fucks me straight through it, growling praises and dirty words into my ear. “Good girl… such a good little slut for Daddy… soaking my cock so fucking well.”

Who apologized while waving an imaginary peace flag. Then, Lex looked up. “We have been following the wrong path. Damn the internet; it’s a distraction.” “How do you mean?” Bob asked. The bulb above their heads blinked. “Their name wasn’t curled from the Greek god, Hades, or his children. It’s from something else, something different.” “Which is?” “An ancient book filled with historical information.” “We have plenty of that – I’m afraid you’d have to be specific.” Byron said. “Byron,” Bob said, “For an academician, you’re quite slow.”

And he was addicted to his little girl’s tight pussy. This was only the first story in the book of our sins. There were ninety-nine more ways to damn ourselves still waiting. And I could not wait to fall even deeper.

Pulling out my phone, I dialled Michael. "How are Damien and Ariana?" I asked the moment he answered. "Nothing new," Michael replied. "Did you get the book?" "No. I got a wizard," I said bluntly. "What?" The shock in his voice was almost tangible. "Strange things happened, but during our chat, he told me the meaning of the word Αναλυτικό. It translates to Analic." "Who is Analic?" Michael asked. "I don’t know. But we need to…" My words trailed off as realisation slammed into me. "Could it be Analica?" I whispered, and suddenly Collins’ anger made sense. He had just revealed one of his own.

Makes it harder for any spies listening in to get what it is we’re talking about… “But I do have a problem right now Froggy that I think may involve you…” And here it comes… get ready for it, Nate… ”What do you mean by that, Sir?" ”We recently have a few chapters missing from your other book, and it may seem that you have sold it to another publication. You do realize that you’re an exclusive writer with us and you’re not supposed to pass your books to another company, right?” ”What book is this, Sir?” ”The Accountant’s Records.”