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“The Sinclair family is the most powerful and wealthiest family of all time. I tried many times to gain access into their property but I always failed. I tried to act as a maid, but I was never hired. I tried to sneak into the house but was thrown out. I tried to use magic against them but it never worked either, they were protected against every spell I threw at them and all that because of the book of shadows that they hold in possession. That book is every witch’s and hunter’s dream, it provides a great amount of knowledge and unusual spells. I can’t deny my happiness and relief that the Sinclair’s have this book and protecting it from every low life witch and greedy hunter. But, I need t

“Oh, come on. I love children. And you know what, I don’t even care if she already has a child from another man.” It was my turn to pull out a heavy sigh. Then, an idea came into my mind, and I knew my eyes sparked as I looked at him. “What is it?” he asked. “One author says in her book to ‘sexually fulfill your mate.’ Have you met this aspect?” I suddenly felt uncomfortable and regretted what I said. It’s a delicate subject and shouldn’t be discussed between a man and a woman outside marriage. “My goodness, Yen. I’m so good at it. Believe me.”

“Yes. Did you see him? He’s so hot. My pussy got wet the second he walked in. We can’t let him leave without tasting him first. So what's your plan? I know you have one already." "Just follow me." Sara led the way to a nearby pharmacy and bought a pack of strong sleeping pills and a box of powerful Viagra. Clara felt a flutter of anxiety as her sister paid. "So you want us to give both of them sleeping pills?" Clara asked. "No, only Mom. Vincent will be wide awake as we fuck the hell out of him." “What if he isn’t interested in us?” Clara whispered. Sara smirked confidently. “I saw the way his eyes moved over our bodies when he greeted us. He wants us. Trust me, I could see the hunger in his

Chapter 3: Sacrilegious Surrender The weight of our escalating sins pressed upon me like the stone walls of the convent, unyielding and cold. Each dawn brought the tolling bells, calling us to prayer, but my devotions had twisted into something profane. From the pulpit, I spoke of redemption, yet my gaze lingered on Elena during mass, her form shrouded in black but her posture betraying the subtle shifts—thighs pressing together, cheeks heating under the veil. She was unraveling, her faith fracturing under the onslaught of desire, and I reveled in it. The priest in me recoiled, whispering of damnation, but the man—the dominant force she'd awakened—yearned to push further, to bind her not jus

Guilt was eating me alive when I heard it, as the twins were my treasure, and I didn't want to part with either of them. But even as I was caught in a dilemma, the boy in my belly spoke to me in my mind. He told me that Tina and Zach had been having an affair for the longest time and had used black magic to get me pregnant with their child since Tina despised the thought of labor pains. I didn't believe it, until I had a private investigator tail them and was shown records of them going into a love motel together. Forget keeping his babies—all I wanted was to divorce that jerk.

“You have an amazing talent, doll.” “Thank you.” She buried her face against my neck. I knew why when I turned the page and came across the next drawing. There were no words I could think of to describe what I was looking at. Sin was fucking talented. And she was playing it off like it was nothing. Reaching up, I traced the lines with my fingertips. “You weren’t s-supposed to see it,” Sin whispered. “Why?” “Because.” She stopped me when I wanted to turn the page. Respecting her privacy, I closed the book and carefully placed it aside. Turning my head, I pressed a kiss to her forehead.

She had clenched her jaw so tightly and for so long she had to take a while to unclench them. “T-Thank you…” she managed to whisper when the man rounded the frame and stood in front of her now. It was very hard to raise her head—it seemed as heavy as a boulder—but she could now see his face and he had one of the loveliest features she had ever seen in a man. There was no doubt he was one of the Sinful Saints—private male individuals behind the Secret Sins Club—and to experience at least one of them meant she had been chosen. That she had been observed and had passed the meticulous benchmark that only the members had knowledge of. And she never imagined she could be with even one of them in a

He slid the book across the desk toward me. “Read.” I glanced down. The title was unfamiliar. But the image on the cover made my throat dry. A woman on her knees, blindfolded, arms behind her back. Submission. Captivity. Pleasure. “I—what is this?” “A test.” I hesitated, then opened the book. I started reading. It was graphic from the start. No gentle build-up. Just hot skin, whispered commands, legs spread, lips parted, wet tongues, whimpers, begging. The words tasted strange in my mouth. Heavy. Vulgar. But I read them anyway.

His other hand wandered around my body aggressively, and I lost balance and lost my breath. Finally where I want to be. His hand slid down my thigh as he raised me to his hips. I wrapped my legs around him till he pushed me to the bed. I shuddered. Our mouths met in sweet urge, his hand brushed against the necklace I’d forgotten to take off, a small, silver locket my mom gave me and it had my initials engraved on the back. He paused, his fingers lingering on the cold metal, and I realized with a jolt of pure terror that he was staring right at the letters D.S.—Davina Shadownclaw.

I reached out and delicately retrieved it from the shelf, cradling it in my hands. A surge of anticipation coursed through my veins as I opened the book, its pages pristine and unmarred. The words within held the promise of hidden truths, a key to unlock the enigma that had consumed my thoughts. I read the title embossed in elegant lettering: "Tears of the Moon: Secrets Untold." My heart raced with excitement as I turned to the first page. The words danced before my eyes, weaving a narrative of forbidden knowledge and clandestine affairs. It spoke of a world beyond the ordinary, a realm where ancient forces converged and hidden battles waged under the pale light of the moon.