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Illustrated. I lean down. One shows a blue male. He is not zareth, but similar. Glowing skin. Sharp teeth. Muscles. He is lifting a small human female like she weighs nothing. Her thighs are wrapped around him and her face is flushed. “Alien Daddy?” I read the title slowly, sounding it out. "W-wait, did you just talk?!" Sienna exclaims. I flip the book open without answering. There are pages full of images and drawings. Scenes of mating.

Nyla’s POV I'm drawing a pentagram on my apartment floor with sidewalk chalk at midnight on a Tuesday because apparently this is what my life has come to. There’s a leather-bound book open beside me, old, as if it survived the Victorian era. I found it at an estate sale last weekend, buried under a box of porcelain cats, which feels like the universe burying a loaded gun inside a Build-A-Bear. It was quite an… interetsing book. The chapter I keep returning to shows a naked woman arched on her back on the floor, with a demon-man like being, with extra limbs, and an abnormally huge-sized cock burried inside her pussy.

I got out a dense packed book and quickly went back to Reuben in bed. He looked confused and disheveled; his inquisitive gaze fell on the book in my hand. He asked, "What is that?" I, in turn, proudly presented it to him, "Lo and behold Your Highness, this right here in my hand is the 5th popular limited edition of Busty Asian Babes. I heard it is so stimulating that you can release at any time." Reuben with book in hand, "..........."

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I would never have guessed. The document was long and boring and had something to do with some kind of bank transaction. I quickly got bored and looked further in the drawer. I also noticed a picture in there. It was about the size of a passport photo but I could see a man, a woman and a little boy. They looked like a happy little family. The man and woman looking lovingly into each others eyes and the little boy smiling widely at the camera with two of his front teeth missing, adorable. There was also a book in the drawer which Ipulled out. I quickly flipped through the book and I saw a lot of drawings, so I took my time and opened the first page and I saw a drawing, of a little girl.

I bring out the book and open it to prove her wrong, wondering what the hell is going on. "See? Words?" "That is what you see! Not what I see?" She brings our her phone and then takes a picture of the page I opened and then shows it to me. Fucking hell! "It's not—there is nothing there... On the picture..." I glance back at the book, "But it is on here." My hands are trembling as I lift my gaze back to Beryl. Something is wrong, I am absolutely confused. if this book is blank and hidden with acient magic as Beryl calls it and I can read it then something is definitely wrong.

"Why does she get all the good stuff? Why is she always the lucky one? What about me? It's not fair! It's not fair!!! We're supposed to be equals or at least, I should be better than her, so why? Why am I always left behind?!" I chuckled. "You don't have to read it so passionately," "Shh, I'm in the mood. The rest is washed out. I'll read as much as I can and understand it. Look around, maybe you'll see something," I nodded and walked to the bookshelf. I opened the book one after the other, flipping through to find something but the books were mostly herbal books, spell books, especially dark magic, and steamy books. I found a picture frame. One part of the picture was cut out, leaving the m

A photobook with a baby’s picture on the front cover. It’s Alexander’s baby photos. I open the first page and there’s a woman holding a baby. The white button-up the baby is donning in the picture has Alexander printed boldly, but the woman holding him looks nothing like the woman Alexander calls mother. Maybe I’m not seeing clearly because it’s an old picture. I bring the book closer to my eyes. My hold falters. The pages fly open. Pictures fly across the floor. My breath stops for a moment. Pictures of Alexander and I in London.

No matter how much time I spent with him, I would never get used to that side of his world. Slowly, I moved through the room, taking in the details. My fingers lightly brushed over the books as I passed the shelf. Business strategies. War history. Stoicism. Dark psychology. Art. Exactly the kind of books a man like Zane would read. As I walked to his desk, my eyes caught a small picture frame resting near the edge. I picked it up, bringing it closer to get a better look. It was an old photograph —worn at the edges but carefully preserved. A little boy, no older than four, held a tiny baby in his arms, his smile wide and filled with pure joy.