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I counted up to three in my mind before opening my eyes and when I looked at the book, I relaxed and smiled when I saw that my face was still well, so I tore it completely. “What is your problem?” I immediately asked Shin and then looked at him. “Why are you shouting? Why did you frighten me?” “I didn’t scare you.” “You suddenly screamed.” “You’re not listening to what I’m saying?” I smiled. “No...” I answered slowly. “Don’t talk to me.” Shin said, annoyingly. “Wait? What? Why? What did you really tell me?” ~~~ … … … … … … ~~~ Alex Shin’s P.O.V.

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Don’t look up. A figure stepped into view. Tall. Dark. Moving carefully through the garden. She couldn’t see the figure's face. Only the outline of the body as the figure passed beneath the moonlight. The footsteps drew closer. Her throat went dry. She stayed completely still, barely breathing. The figure was almost past the tree. One more step. Just one. Then the damn book— from the very depths of hell— decided to betray her. It tipped. Too fast. Her knee shifted, just slightly, and the book slipped free like it had been waiting for this moment.

The ancient book looks even more imposing up close, its gold leather cover etched with symbols that seems to shift slightly in the muted light. “It’s fine,” I say quickly, offering him a small smile. “I haven’t been waiting long.” He places the heavy tome on the table between us with carefully, as though it were an egg. I glanced up at him. “So that’s where he came from?” Shawn pauses, his fingers still resting on the edge of the book. “Who?” “Kaal,” I answer, watching his face. “Alpha of the South.” Just like he'd said. His movements stills for a brief second, just long enough for me to notice, and short enough to go unnoticed by any non-observer, before he continues adjusting the book’s po

A strip that I know very well showing two lines. My jaw drops as i realize what’s going on. . . TBC please leave a gem or a comment OR please leave a like or a review if you like this book so far

Then Nick pulls away, and I let out a few moans of frustration. "No..." I moaned, almost coming again. ************* Note: Don't forget to like, comment, and share the book! This really helps it grow on the platform.

Completely unguarded. And that, more than anything else, unsettled him. Because he could feel it. In his chest. That deadly spark again. He scanned the cover, thumb following the title, then back at her. "Why this one?" "It's a book about sadness," she told him quietly. "But not the kind that cries out. The kind that settles into the space between us." Some dark, wordless flicker showed behind his eyes. He nodded once, palming the book into his coat pocket as if it was evidence in a case he wasn't ready to break yet.

Taboo | Age-gap | Obsession | Billionaire Romance |Mother ex-boyfriend Trigger Warnings: Power imbalance, obsession, emotional manipulation . . . The elevator whispered its way to the top floor, silent and smooth like a predator stalking prey. Joy Knox shifted from one leg to the other, leather duffel bag pressed against her hip, trying not to breathe too hard. She hated the way the mirrored walls caught her reflection, tired eyes rimmed in smudged eyeliner, cherry-stained lips parted like she was already halfway to begging.

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