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Everyone in the room was happy to see the ten open atache cases on their front desk full of cash. They already know what Keizer's exposed money is, so they are already applauding. "It's up to you gentlemen how you divide that money. That's your income from investing in my business." Spencer said as he blew smoke from his lit cigarette. He has a habit of smoking in front of his staff and partners so his aura is even more terrifying because of it. They all know how cruel Spencer is, so if someone tries to betray him, the morning will definitely not come, especially when he is the one to act voluntarily.

I grab his asset and fuck! I step back in fear, breaking the kiss, and in the end, Santino ends up knocking my lip. My hand feels my lips that feel raw. Some blood stains my finger where he bit me. “Fuck you!” “Are you sure? That you want to do that? ‘Cause you chickened out the moment you felt my dick. I did warn you not to test me, Samantha. I am the dragon king. I am way much bigger than your average human being.” He smirks, and fuck, he can be just as cocky as Maximo if he wanted to. I finally conclude that Santino is dangerously ruthless, and he knows I am scared of the monster in his pants.

The guy went inside the staff room to change clothes, leaving Sane alone with a few customers roaming around, searching for the things that they wanted. Sane’s attention was just fixed on the newspaper that he was holding in his hand. He let go of his bag on the counter before sitting on the nearest sofa, eyes still hadn’t left the newspaper. He wanted to know what the article was all about, and what the writer was referring to about Seleen being alive. He hoped that what he was thinking wasn’t the case. The author’s name was Patrick Soriano. That name didn’t ring in his mind so it made him even more curious.

He caressed her cheek before pecking her lips. "I love you my sanity. My life. My everything." He mumbled making her smile. " I love you too my kid, psycho and normal Lucifer." He chuckled before picking her up and making his way towards the bed. Life was hard on him. His past left a huge dent in his sanity but the future gifted him with a beautiful hand of care and comfort. And she becomes his love, his life. His Sanity. -THE END. _____________________________________ So here is the end of His Sanity. Hopefully, you guys liked this story.

Steven said. "Let me see," I said as I walked over to where Stephen and Steven were standing. Stephen held the book out for me to take, and as soon as my hands touched the book, I felt a power go through, which caused me to gasp. "That the fuck," Stephen said as the book began glowing a bright red shade.

Hyun said. Cela's phone starts to ring even before she could ask what Lora's call is about. Hyun went to the buffet table feeling better. "Are you feeling okay now, Sir Hyun?" someone from the team asked. "Never been better," he answered while looking at Cela who's now talking excitedly on the phone. "What's happening? I think something unusual is going on," another member of the team said. I guess we all know what it is about. Fourth book?

NIRVANA'S POV I sat on the cold concrete bench outside the campus library, pulling my denim jacket tight against the evening chill. I was supposed to be reviewing notes for my art history midterm, but the textbook sat unopened in my lap. My mind was completely stuck in a loop. I kept seeing the wet smear of blood on the heel of Ronan’s motorcycle boot. I kept hearing the word shipment falling from Iris’s mouth in the quiet kitchen. The boring bubble of my college life had popped. I was living with dangerous men, and the anxiety of not knowing the truth was making my stomach ache.

-A long final chapter for the new year? Let’s have it!- ~ ~TEYANA~ •Four Years Later• I adjusted my pen in my hand, letting a small sigh escape as I signed yet another book autograph. My hand ached slightly from the continuous scribbling, but I smiled through it. Today, my viral book “Love And Ruin”—the story of Jeremy and me—had officially become a bestseller across multiple countries. Seeing the lines of eager readers waiting for their copies made all the exhaustion worth it.

Don't just skip this book again; add to library. Enjoy! Your loving author; Natasha Gwen

Holy. Lena closed the door, her hand skimming the edge as if shutting a holy vessel. She did not rush to turn off the lights. Rather, she walked between the shelves, letting her fingertips trace worn spines and whitened covers, breathing in the scent of paper and years. The bookstore was her sanctuary. Her cathedral.