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”What book is that any-” Kartika who sees the cover of the book directly smacks their heads really hard that they pass out. Herman then takes the book and opens it. “Oh, it’s just a translated comic to English (Localization, the real script is in Indonesia).” He scans the comic by opening the pages slowly. ”Hang on, why do I feel something strange on this book?” He scans it by opening the pages faster and slams the comic to the floor. ”Ieu mah komik bokep, njir!” Herman exclaimed irritatedly. Err, should I really translate it? Here’s a hint for ya, "bokep" means porn.

For a while, he just stared at me but then shook his head anyway saka mas lalo pang nilakihan ang hakbang nito as he headed to the business section, causing me to half run and half walk just to keep up with him. Goddammit! "Ms. Javier?" "W-What?" I answered with heavy breaths dahil sa kahahabol rito. "Take this." Then he suddenly throw a book that weighs like a bag of rocks to me na taranta ko namang sinalo. "What's this?" Naguguluhang tanong ko rito when he suddenly gave me that gray book. 'Ways to kill competitors' Agad na umarko ang kilay ko when I read those words boldly printed on its cover.

When my shift ended, I found myself walking toward the corner table where Kael sat, his laptop closed now, a book in his hands. I stopped short when I saw the cover. ‘Knot We Cannot Untie.’ That was the book he was holding. I can't believe that Kael would be reading one of Linda Lively’s books. “You read… this?” I said, the surprise evidently in my voice. Kael looked up, one brow raised. “Why? You think I only read racing magazines and bank statements?” I gave a small laugh. “Chill bro. It’s just… not what I was expecting ”

“I want truth. Even if it breaks me.” Luciano reached up slowly, like he was afraid she’d vanish. His hand cupped her face, thumb brushing the corner of her mouth. His touch wasn’t possession this time. It was reverence. And when he kissed her, it wasn’t fire or rain or fury. It was almost. Almost gentle. Almost redemptive. Almost love. ⸻ They didn’t speak much for the rest of the day. Aria returned to her room later and found a stack of old books on her bed. Poetry. Philosophy. A leather-bound journal with a ribbon marker.

Chapter 1: Caught in the Act I straddled on Professor Blake’s lap in his office, my short plaid skirt shoved up around my waist, my soaked black panties hanging off one ankle like a dirty little trophy. His thick cock was buried deep inside my dripping pussy, stretching me open as I rocked my hips in slow, lazy circles, taking every inch of him with each roll. I’d never been one for hitting the books hard. Studying felt like torture, so I’d found a much more appealing way to keep my grades up, and it was simple, riding my professor raw for hours. And it happened to work every single time.

The little triangle thing, he suddenly wondered if it had a name, was pointing to yes. The window on the other side of the door asked “Do I really need another candle?” The magic 8 ball underneath it had the answer of “Yes – Definitely” On the door in elegant script was Botanica Wiccan Bookstore, established 2006 Ciara Goode, Proprietess In both windows were elaborate and beautiful displays of books, candles, crystals, tarot cards and novelties. Working up his courage, Knuckles got off his bike and walked inside. He had expected the whole place to be dark and broody.

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