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The time I spent with him is the best I've ever had I'm my whole entire life, both of them included. Browsing through Dior I decided to buy lingerie. It wasn't anything exuberant. just crotchless panties, with cup less bras in red, a black set with diamonds hanging on the front of the bra on the nipple spot and boxer briefs for just comfort. In dresses I bought a white Dior gown that has pearl details on the corset top. It has a tight skirt that flows from the knees. The dress is strapless which won't be much of a difference to me since I wasn't blessed in the boob area.

Her hands reached for the corner rack—the one I’d instructed the assistants to tuck away—pulling out the cheapest items: a pair of plain flats, a cotton blouse, and a basic canvas tote. My forehead furrowed, but my face remained expressionless. Did she fail to notice the Dior? Prada? Had the helpers erred by making the budget items too easily accessible? I glanced at the closest assistant, who appeared just as perplexed as I did, yet everything was put up perfectly. This was a conscious decision on the part of Ms Layla. Mr Dario was sitting in his wheelchair beside the arched window, his face hidden behind a mask of composure, his hands resting on the armrests. His stillness itself was a wei

I rubbed my eyes to check if I was seeing things, but I wasn’t. I walked back to my room to look for the perfect dress. I picked out one of the dresses I bought, it was black and long with a slit that stopped three inches above my knee with sparkles. It was the dress that showed off every curve and made me look like a model it also screamed Night terror. I sprayed some Miss Dior perfume on me and grabbed a black purse to go along with it and silver shining heels. I walked back into Leornado’s room and his jaw dropped when he saw me.

Besides, I've always been in the receiving end so it was nice to gift him something for a first. So after that, Max dragged me to a Gucci store and I got two beautiful bags that the store attendant insisted I got because I looked great with them. Such a great market strategy. And then, we went to the final store which was a Dior store. I got a black seductive dress that showed my back and had a beaded waist part. With silver shoes to go. After that, we went to a book cafe near by, they had a rule that you had to buy a cup of coffee to read a book and it was a good idea.

he suddenly whispers, putting his hand on the small of my back and taking me inside Dior. My knees are shaking as I look around the place. Dresses in white mannequins and a rack in the corner. Chandeliers with bright yellowish lights. Wood-paneled floors shined to perfection. There are actual couches inside the store, something that I have never seen before. I’m so out of place that I nearly hyperventilate.

Then, seemingly nonchalantly, she takes down a thick book. Kral's eyes narrowed. The book's cover bears the simple letter 'K', unlike the other books on the shelf. It is thick, giving the impression that it is more than just an ordinary book. "Let me have a look," Catherine said, flipping open the book, disregarding the dangerous gaze from Prince Kral. The white pages rustle between her fingers, emitting a faint sound. "The secret covenant of Duchess Ana of Canterebourg, the incriminating evidence against Baron John, Lady Marina's and her lover's apologies..." Catherine speaks a sentence with each page she turns. Gradually, I realized that this book contains concealed secrets that cannot be

CHAPTER 41 They had just stepped out of the basement when Dorian suddenly stopped dead in his tracks. “Wait,” he muttered, his brows furrowing. “He said… he’s bound within the bulb.” Lucian turned to him. “What about it?” Dorian didn’t answer. His hands snapped into motion, fingers tracing glowing sigils mid-air. A soft crackle of magic responded as a book shimmered into existence and dropped into his waiting hand. Kai blinked. “Did you just summon a book?”

Even the parts that didn't want to. My phone vibrated against the desk. Then again. And again. I picked it up. Princess: Dior or Chanel? Princess: Maya says the red one makes me look like a mistress. Princess: I think I like the black one. I swiped the screen open. And there were rows and rows of images, images of her. The first was Thea in a red dress that was illegal in three states. It was backless, clinging to her ass like a second skin, the fabric dipping dangerously low in the front.

Well, now it was time to do something even more audacious than leaving work early. She took the small package out of the handbag and tore open the wrapping. The little book she unveiled made her hands shake and her lips quiver with excitement and anticipation. ‘The Further Forbidden Escapades of Fanny Firth’ typed in bold on the cover sent a few shivers down her back and a pleasant throb between her thighs. Doris couldn’t wait; she dropped down on her bed and opened the book with breathless exhilaration. ‘So there I was again, wondering how it was that this kept on happening to me. Was there a magnetic convergence all around me, attracting all the things that were always so scandalous and wa

“You saw that?” “I did.” Silence stretched between them. Finally, Darius crossed the room and unlocked the glass case with a small silver key hanging from his belt. He carefully lifted the old book into his hands. Dust danced through the sunlight. The leather cover was cracked with age, yet the crimson moon emossed on its front still gleamed faintly. Serafina couldn’t look away. “What is it?” “A history book.” “You don’t seem convinced.” “I’m not.” He placed the book on a nearby table. “This isn’t the original one.”