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“Or do you blackmail people to get their money and book hotels where you fuck the women you can’t have?” His hand shot out for the holster lying on the bedside table, but Rione was fast enough to pull his gun out and shoot at it, just when Varo’s hand was about to touch it. Varo flinched back, but his composure did not break. Well, not yet, but soon I would have him begging for the mercy he would not get.

BELLA The 21-year-old girl from North Carolina, missing for ten months, found dead. Suicide or murder?—the morning headline said. I was tired of hearing Mamma’s sob every time I entered this house. The more I wanted to forget what I had seen, the more I sank. The feeling of guilt seared within me, like a flame that never douted. “I don’t understand why the police are claiming it to be suicide when it isn’t,” Val said, sitting at the edge of the bed. “She goes missing for a year straight. Then, she’s found drowned in a lake.”

Still, because I had become used to the excruciating sensation of vervain, I chose to ignore that it was causing the skin on my hands to burn. I gave him a wink and replied, "That's for me to know and for you to never find out." This infuriates him even further since he quickly grabbed another book and began rereading it. "1775. Kurt Luke, accused of murder, was found dead by the creek. He was ripped to shreds. I've been to many different towns and heard stories about this. People are being murdered without any explanation. There is no evidence to support the case. They call it the Pearl. You never know who the victim is going to be, and you never know how they're going to die. One day, out

“You are the one who took a young girl hostage and plan to use her blood for what exactly?” “It’s you,” the witch said and Caitlin raised a brow. “Do you know who I am?” “No, but you will soon be known.” Caitlin became confused at what the witch said and it was then her eyes lowered to see that she was holding onto something which peeked out from her coat. She saw something black which looks like a book and it gave her the description of the sacred book the priest talked about which she had pictured from the mind of the other priest. “I see that you’ve stolen the so-called sacred book. What is it about this sacred book exactly?” Caitlin asked, looking curious.

Kai sat down, leaning forward; he wanted every detail and wouldn’t leave a stone unturned. “She took the book. I sensed it because I was guarding the place. I arrived, but she had already gone. Luckily I could trace the scent of the book. I found her, and I killed her. It didn’t take long — she was skilled, but not enough. I took the book back... or so I thought. It wasn’t the book. It turned out to be a copy. She must have exchanged it before I found her.” Logan let out a long, heavy sigh.

French toast, strawberry chops and turkey slices. And a can of coke. Unusual! "Something like what?" He asked, leaning back. "urrrrgh," I scanned the room until my eyes fell on the bookrack in front of me. "This!" I pull out one of the novels. “Behind Her Eyes by Sarah Pinborough,” he said immediately, without even glancing at it. He could tell which of the books were missing by just looking at the rest on the rack. “You read it?” There's suspicion in his tone.

He glanced at the table where all my blackmail devices lay exposed, before turning his cold gaze back to me. “You think you can use all this… all this bullshit on me? You think your fucked ass can get you the Dunes entity?” He turned slightly, his eyes flicking briefly toward the guards by the couch. “Light my cigar, Roman.” The taller one moved at once, offering a lit cigar. Blake took it without a word, bringing it to his lips and drawing in a slow, controlled drag, his gaze never leaving mine. “Lucien, talking about wasting her… mmmm… her pussy smells good, and… it tastes good too… I think there's something about her worth keeping for now.”

I said what was on my mind and took out the novel I took from Becca’s place the other day I went there. “What is the title?” he asked me and I showed him the back and he smiled. “What? Why are you smiling?” “It says ‘Rebecca’s property’ in bold red letters” “Yeah, she told me she needed to devise new ways to let me know her novels remain her novels no matter how many I borrow and didn’t return, what is hers will remain hers” I explained to him. “Okay, I am not too clear with that but have you tried to claim her books before?” I nodded ‘yes’.

A half-smoked cigarette dangled between my fingers, the glow between my curled, stiff fingers the only warmth in the dimly lit sala. I took another long drag, letting the smoke sear into my lungs before slowly blowing it out. My head was a battle zone, images of deception flashing like gunfire: Victor and his sneer, poisoned wine, and the audacity of men who believed they were more clever than me—better or more worthy of what I’d earned in blood and steel. The business world was a more deadly version of an unloaded pistol with the safety off. Deals sealed with a handshake could explode like grenades. Survival was more than just pulling a trigger; it meant knowing when to pull it, who to aim

Toby asked with an etched eyebrow, watching Yara pull out a big sized novel from the shelf and Barnes smile proudly. "Thatweird_author." she replied, holding the novel up to his eye level. A bestseller mystery- thriller, crime fiction novel with the name written boldly on it 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐒 𝐇𝐎𝐏𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐒 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 -𝐌𝐔𝐑𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐍. "Barnes books?" Toby asked, a smile rested on his face as Yara looked at him in perplexity.