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Finally, I entered the passcode and walked into the house. Locked the door behind me but I didn't turn on the light. I stood by the door and imagined Crystina welcoming me with a smile. Her scent was all over the house. Every step I took was hard as I could see her at every corner. Tears slipped down my face and I became dejected. I quickly cleaned my face and sat down on the couch. My feelings were numb. I felt really strange for an unknown reason. Fear gripped my core and growls escaped my lips. I was at my lowest, my deepest lowest and I'm afraid there's no coming back up after this.

Vaughn nodded and then began the scenario from his perspective, each one worried about the teen hallowed in golden light as they listened to his version of events; //A Prince indeed…// xXxXx (End of Chapter 12) Author's Notes: Next chapter might solve some questions, but if something stops making sense, please ask, by commenting! Vote and Like, and please RATE this story!!!

"He’s in his office, I assume. We have the seminar at two, remember? You're presenting the final chapter." I look at the nightstand. The silver flash drive is gone. In its place is a stack of printed papers. My thesis. *The Anatomy of Belief: How the Mind Creates Its Own Reality.* I grab the papers, flipping through the pages. My handwriting. My citations. My name on the cover. But as I read the words, I don't recognize them. It’s brilliant, technical, and completely cold. "I need to see Cole," I whisper. "Nora, who is Cole?"

The sentence was beginning. End of chapter 116

“Judge for yourself.” She regarded my towering excitement critically and then said, yes…I think this will do. Walking over to the electronics shelf she clicked a couple of switches and then got onto the bed kneeling over me so her cunt was suspended inches from my rigid cock. She parted her slippery and swollen lips and with a smile asked, “Do you want this?” “Oh yes please!” Wordlessly she slipped her wet cunt over my aching excitement and began moving up and down…. Gretta can better describe what transpired next and she does so in chapter 6 of the sibling dairies, which you can read in the “Chain Stories” section along with chapters 2 and 4. “Judo” is the author of these chapters.

Giggle. Normal. “Chapter,” Alex said. Bed. Pajamas. Knight Industries. Hair wet. “Read chapter.” “Which chapter,” Adrian said. Sitting on the floor. Between two cribs. Book in hand. _Goodnight Moon._ “Chapter 50,” Alex said. Serious. “The one about us. Still.” _Silence. Bedroom. 8:49 PM._ We don’t have Chapter 50. Not in a book. Not written down. Except in us.

My hair stuck to my neck and my hands shook under the blankets like I'd never warmed them up at all. For a second, I didn't know where I was. Then the room came into focus. The faint glow of embers outlined the couch. The couch. Asher lay there still asleep, his shape dark even against the darkness. "Asher?" I whispered through a tight throat. My voice was small and rough, scraped raw by fear. No response. My heart hammered louder. I tried again, a little stronger, the word trembling. "Asher...?" END OF CHAPTER 5.

“It is not. We can talk about that. But I am asking you something first. Show me her.” Cressida looked at her for a long moment. Then she reached up and put her hand on Phoenix’s jaw, and stopped calculating. She kissed her. Chapter 7: Reclaimed The office was small and book lined and had a window that looked onto the museum’s internal courtyard. Cressida locked the door. Phoenix stood in the middle of the room and looked at her. “Tell me what you want,” Phoenix said. “Not what is appropriate. What you actually want.” Cressida looked at her.