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People I could possibly ask to help me, but it made sense that there was. Of course, there was. “I've got her.” Christian's vice boomed out from right behind me. His arms caught me around the waist and with one easy pull of his hands l sipped and was tumbling back in his arms. “Oh no you don’t, my love.” Struggling against the vice-like grip he had on me I thrashed, my feet making constant contact with his shins but nothing I did made a slight bit of difference. “Let me go you goddamn son of a bitc-”

I missed my mate, my freedom, my friends, Kailin, and everyone at the vineyards. I watched a series about a group of delinquent kids born in space and dropped to Earth to see if the air was already breathable. I finished Episode twelve, and when a particular character pissed me off, I turned it off and went to read something in the study. There were some fiction books, but primarily old books from Jane Austen, Charlotte Bronte, and Herman Melville. There were self-help and meditation books and a book about mystical creatures. I walked out of the study. If she allowed me to read a book about witchcraft, it might interest me, but that would be as dangerous as walking into the darkness without

But when she pulled a condom out of her dessert drawer and threw it to me, it was high time for me to go home - without a condom. I spent the evening in my room over my books and the new journal that Historia brought out every month. But as soon as I crawled under my covers to sleep, my thoughts were back on Nick and his brother. That didn't change either when I sat sleepily in the kitchen over my cereal the next morning while Uncle Roderick turned the toast in the toaster into coal again. "You shine so brightly today," he remarked. As always, he missed the burnt smell that wafted through the kitchen.

A smirk graced his lips as he started reading the portion of the book with a low, gruff voice: "For a moment, I wonder what to do about the panties. Christian’s avaricious fingers tore right through them under the dinner table. There’s no point in keeping them on. I... " My eyes widened in shock when I heard the words he read, and I attempted to grab the book from his hands. Sin stretched his hand to the side, moving the book away from me as I strived to steal it from him. His face was emotionless compared to mine, which was filled with horror at not realizing what kind of book this was. "Zoey," I muttered under my breath, thinking of a way to plan her murder. How could she not warn me and e

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I looped my hand around Matteo’s arm instead to let the pastor know I had it under control. The pastor pulled out a letter, a silver bracelet wrapped around it loosely. He handed them to me. “Your sister left these. She wanted you to keep them safe.” I glanced down at the letter and a frown registered on my face. It had a name on it. Alessia. “Alessia?” both Matteo and I said in unison. “I’m coming to that,” the pastor said. Just when I looked up, I noticed another woman, a nun, walking out of the same door the pastor had used. She held something in the crook of her arms, something that neither Matteo nor I had expected. The nun paused in front of us, and my jaw dropped.

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*** ~CLAIRE~ *** There was no way in hell I would let Christian know about my fantasies. No way I would tell him what went on in my imagination. "I read a lot of books." I giggled as he pulled me towards the black, velvet couch in the corner. He lowered into it and gave me a flirty look. "Is that so? Books?" "Romance novels." I shrugged. I tried not to fidget as his gaze roamed my body. I was standing before him, clad in just my lace panties.

A mixture of light and shadows began circling the sacred tower, as both their power starts clashing. -- Aimee's Pov ...is this nothing but a long dream? What am I supposed to feel about all of this?? "Eloisa... sister Eloisa," I mumble as I stare at the grand view of the imperial garden from the balcony of my room. It's already late at night and now I'm currently in my room after eating dinner with my sister. It's been a few long hours since I initially heard about the story of what happened in the past. The reason why got sent on earth and the story of the fight between my 'sisters'.

Eli finished, brows lifted. ‎ ‎Damien nodded, the corners of his mouth twitching as he handed over the file. “Tell me that doesn’t mess with your head a little.” ‎Eli’s smirk sharpened, eyes glinting. “It turns you on, admit it.” ‎Damien rolled his eyes but couldn’t hide the flush creeping up his neck. The mystery did something to him — that kind of power, hidden in plain sight. It was dangerous. Untouchable. ‎And now… suddenly within reach.