Novel & Cerita Claimed Book

"Then it’s fine if I take his place?" I swallowed. "I… don’t mind." Of course I didn’t. If anything, he was the one getting the worst end of this deal. Leon appeared truly gratified by my response. Reaching out, he presented a thick booklet and placed it on the table before me. "Excellent. This is my personal dossier," he explained. "It details my history, interests, professional skills, career path, earnings, and financial holdings. Please, feel free to go through it at your own time.

She saw a stack of books on his desk and wanted to clean it up for him but she was shocked when she saw the first book. Even the cover of the book is explicit. At the top corner of the book, *BL* was written boldly. Rosa opened the book and it was a BL comics full of explicit pictures of boys making out with boys. Rosa couldn't believe Ethan is into such fetish. "It must be related to a case he's working on" She saw that all the other books on his table except for some documents from work are like that. She wanted to take a look at His laptop when she heard the door opening.

I didn't even notice her arrival and my other classmates' arrival. I'm really hoping that I wasn't thinking out loud when she saw me otherwise I'm going to die. I just thought of me being in love with our professor and it couldn't be because it's-- well, weird. I flashed a smile. "Of course, I was just reading." Molly creased her forehead at me and let out a chuckle. "Reading with your book closed?" Oh damn. I just laughed it off. "It's my talent." She laughed and sat down. "You're crazy, Adriana."

I couldn't think of anyone else who knew the combination but them. "No. We also just arrived. Actually, we came early but we waited for you outside. We haven't walked through this hallway today," Tyler explained. If it wasn't them, who could have broken into it and why?. "Maybe the person was looking for something expensive to steal," Jackson suggested. "Only one way to find out right?" I replied peering into it to see if anything was missing but there was nothing of that sort. Instead, I saw a note sticking out of one of my textbooks. I pulled it out and started to read it.

It was Damian Knight’s voice when he said, “You belong to me.” Because a part of her believed him. And a darker part didn’t want to argue. She stood restlessly and wandered the room. Her fingers trailed along the bookshelves. Most were hardbound. Thick, glossy, untouched. Titles like Power & Play, Behavioral Strategy, and Psychology of Loyalty. One book was crooked. She tilted her head. It was the only one not aligned with the rest. She reached out. Pulled it. Nothing happened. No secret door. No dramatic reveal.

Wrong. The first few titles I sift through are the kind I expected to find in a place like this: image-heavy coffee table books about the estate. They have titles like Huntington Manor: A Photographic Tour, or The Architecture of Huntington Manor. Or even Settlers of Barberville: A History of the Region. But buried beneath all of those, I find a book that makes my insides twist. It's called The Cunninghams: The Unauthorized Story. I stare down at the gold embossed letters on the cover. This is a joke, right? This can't be real.

It was the only one she ever gave to me. It was a small, cream-coloured hardback book called Tropical Birds by Clive Roots . It was an ex-library book, the official stamp of Hackney Central Library just inside the front cover and a SOLD stamp underneath it in faded red. A clearly unloved book from the very few date stamps on the borrowing record, it had been sold for just twenty pence, whether to Claire or to someone else who then gifted it to her, I never knew. All I knew is that I loved it for two reasons.

The company was preparing to host a major client from Qamaria. So, I pulled three straight all-nighters to put together a flawless reception plan. Unfortunately, I made a critical mistake in the middle of all that work. I completely forgot about the Qamarians' restrictions regarding the consumption of pork. By the time I realized my blunder, the menu featuring roast suckling pig had already been submitted to the catering department and could no longer be recalled. I slumped at my desk, my back drenched in cold sweat. If the client took offense, not only would the $300 million contract fall through, but I'd likely also be blacklisted by the entire industry. Just as I despaired and opened

Cole suddenly stands up from his chair sliding across the floor and gaining everyone’s undivided attention. “What you think that because I claimed you and you’re a virgin that it makes you special. That hole better be gold plated if you act like you are so much better than anyone else. Who I sleep with has nothing to do with you. Maybe if you weren’t such a prude, you would have already had a boyfriend and lost that oh so precious virginity of yours.” He sighs and continues. “I release my claim have at it boys.” “You have said claim two times in different conversations, what in the hell are you talking about?” I scream before he can walk away without telling me the truth for once.

“You have the right to some of your father’s properties and can take over his clan if…” “Clan?” Rebecca cuts her off. She moved her gaze from the phone to Kira. “What’s it about?” “This is a mafia world, Rebecca. Most men have their clans; big buildings, loyal members and all.” Kira explained. “Go on.” She urged, focusing her attention on the phone. Her eyes scanned through the images on the phone and it was a big white building, too big to be called a house. “But you can’t just show up and claim to be Don Lucas’s daughter, you need to have evidence.”