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The guys might not be with me then, we might have become strangers by then but I still want to do it and I will. "Bethany, you sell yourself too short. I assure you that whatever you put out will be good. You seem to forget that you have earned yourself a loyal reader base. They will read what you put out and I am sure it will be good. Hit me with a little preview." She told me excitedly. I smiled. "It's a reverse harem. Three guys, one woman, werewolf, and a lot of erotics." I told her. I blushed when I spoke about the erotic contents of the book. I already know there will be a lot. I have had more sex in the past two weeks than I have had in my whole twenty-nine and half years before I met

“Check out the local library. Ask for Yellen’s book. Tom” Leila sighed and ran a hand through her hair. Eduard Yellen. The man whose nutty research had kicked off this whole mess. A dead man with too many secrets and not enough time to spill them. Now she was supposed to dig through dusty old books to figure out how deep this rabbit hole went. She headed for the fridge, hoping for something stronger than a clue, but all she found was a single can of gourmet dog food and a designer bottle of mineral water. Wolfie’s breakfast, it seemed, was more luxurious than hers.

For a moment, the world outside this dark room crept back into her mind—the weight of her name, the legacy of Thornfield, the man she could never quite escape. She took the phone, exhaling sharply before answering. “Hello?” Daniel Thornfield’s voice was calm, unreadable. “Where are you?” Elara’s grip tightened around the phone. “Handling something.” “You missed an important meeting. And now, I hear rumors about an attack at a hotel?” A pause. His voice lowered. “Tell me you weren’t involved.” Her silence was answer enough. “Elara.” His voice carried something colder this time. “You’re playing a dangerous game.”

Jennifer doesn't realize that their secret has already been compromised and to the one person she would least want to know it. Just before turning off her light, after finishing another chapter in her teen romance book, Ellie made one last trip to the bathroom. On her way back to her room, she heard her parents talking and decided to say goodnight. Their bedroom door was half opened, but while reaching up to push it the rest of the way she realized they weren't just talking. Ohmygod, she thought they're fucking. Taking two quick steps back towards her room, she froze. Maybe just one peek.

she spat. There were growls from all around with her words. Elle just raised her hand up to get everyone to stop. “You’re trying get the focus off the fact that I’m outing your secret. I know my worth, so your words mean nothing to me,” she said, dismissively. The bitch’s face reddened with anger. Whatever the secret was must have been pretty fucking bad, and I was almost worried to know what it was. My anxiety was rising because I had no idea what she would do to my mate if given the chance.

Moving his hands to the top of her attire he slipped his hands underneath the soft fabric. "...are..you...sure..." Mike mumbled against the skin of her neck. Breathing heavy she nodded. "...yes.." her voice hungry for the lust Mike was causing to run through her body. Sliding off her top, Mike tossed it aside and began to suck and nip at the skin of her breasts. Tugging at his hair more, he began to nip at her hard nipples as he lifted her up. Wrapping her legs around his waist, he began to walk over to the couch. Laying her down, he began to trail kisses all the way down her stomach to the waist of her attire. Slipping her boots off, he ran his hands up her legs to the waist of her attire.

Since he was sitting across from me, I could tell he wasn't trying to be subtle. Raising his champagne flute, he took a long drink."You know, Nina—you look very familiar." I can tell that I look alarmed without the use of a mirror. I cringe, fearing that my eyes will fall out of their sockets. I gulp down a piece of chicken without chewing because I fear my gnawing will break the silence. “Cut the BS,” Mario scoffs. Kemi signals to Kayla’s nanny to whisk her away. A respectable silence follows until Kayla’s footsteps fade.

“No problem, I’ll be back with your drink.” She left the bathroom, and I immediately answered the call, my voice trembling with anger and fear. “What do you want?” The same distorted voice chuckled on the other end. “Relax, sweetie. All I want is a little money to keep your secret safe. Simple, right?” I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. “Money? You want money?” “Of course,” the voice said casually, as if this was a normal conversation. “I’ll send you the bank details later. Make sure you pay up, or your little secret will be all over the place.”

She appeared out of nowhere, walking into my father’s arms and they shared a kiss but he was the one who broke away. Alas when he turned back to me, I sealed my lips. “What’s going on?” Noting the tension in the air, Taylor asked with an innocent smile as if she wasn’t the one who had just threatened me. And I couldn’t blame my father, her dwindling eyes were like that of an angel. It was pretty easy to get swooned by her, tricked and manipulated by her but truly she was a wolf beneath a sheep’s skin.

Putting on the gloves, she looks around until she finds a metallic statue of Aphrodite, the Greek Goddess. “Where the hell is it?” Hector mutters as he searches through the keys. Elle quietly creeps up behind him, her eyes completely bloodshot red. The thrill of the first murder has not disappeared and she’s not going to let Hector ruin her life anymore. “Hector,” she softly calls him. He spins around in annoyance only for a heavy object to crash through his skull. For a moment, Hector is dazed, blood flowing freely out of his head. “This isn’t anything personal,” Elle whispers, her lips curved into a smirk. “I just never loved you!”