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Historical sightings are rare. Direct contact is considered catastrophic. Damien's pulse quickened. He turned the page. Nothing. Another page. Nothing. Then another. A torn section. He searched the book's index. The reference had been deliberately removed. That made Damien more interested. He spent another hour searching for the same title. Nothing. Then he noticed something strange. The book wasn't as old as it looked. The binding had been replaced. Someone had repaired it recently. Damien closed the book. His eyes narrowed.

A page where Darian had scribbled some words came to view. "She is like a drug… And I'm addicted." Damian raised a brow in interest, as he slowly picked the book up. "There you are, bastard brother of mine. Keep the book down." A voice boomer behind him.

She picked up the books and inspected it. "You will read them Rose enough of your thriller and horror genres..." Damian ordered her. She looked at the books with wide eyes when she realised all of them were erotica and bdsm books... Damian chuckled at her reaction. "If you are like this after just looking at it then how will you react when we will try this..." He smirked evilly making her heart thump rapidly. Damian slid down beside her resting his head on his arm while she was leaning against the bedpost trying to read the books.

🌹 A NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR 🌹 This is Book Two in the ‘Entangled’ series, and it continues the story after the events of Book One titled—Bound to the Mafia Lord. While you can read this book on its own, I strongly recommend reading Book One first for a clearer understanding of the characters, relationships, history, and events that have already taken place. There are several names and references throughout this book that were introduced in the previous story. But if you’ve decided to start here… welcome anyway. 🤭❤️

Grant wanted to make Liam jealous, but how? With Kareem, Liam needed clarification. So, I was curious to know how will he feel about Grant dating me. It's like he has no emotion whatsoever. He's like the main guy in the Japanese comic called Absolute Boyfriend, confused yet hot at the same time. I looked down at my bump. I caress it with a smile, then let out a sigh. "Pass me the tweezers." I blinked once I heard my partner asking for something. "Huh?"

Original Author ANAMIKA ANA has made this tiny change to cooperate with goodnovel. Author’s note: Hello dear readers! Thanks for reading my book. This story originates from my imagination only and doesn't represent any person or places. If you are a fan of spicy protagonists alongside some action and drama this book may match your taste. Warning: The later chapters in this book have strong mature content. Please read at your own risk.

“Why? Surprised that I enjoy something other than dodging bullets and outsmarting your enemies?” His expression was unreadable. “No. Just wondering how you can focus on a book when everything else around us is a mess.” I sighed, running my fingers along the edges of the pages. “Maybe that’s exactly why I can. When the world feels like it’s falling apart, sometimes you just need something steady. Something that won’t change, no matter what happens.” Damian didn’t respond immediately. Instead, he reached out, fingers brushing against the corner of my book. Not to take it—just to touch it.

Did he really just write his name using his cum? There is only one book I’ve read where the morally grey character did that. I remember it vividly because my jaw was on the floor and if the author had asked for my soul to bring him to life, I would have said yes without hesitation. Not only is Dane giving me big bad daddy Dom, but in a short period, he’s given me everything I need. But this? He’s doing the Goddess’ work by bringing a smut slut’s dreams to life.

It still felt warm in my hands. Just return it. I was about to place it back when I heard it. A voice. Low. Dry. Cutting through the stillness like a blade. “I see you’ve been diligently snooping around.” I froze. The book slipped from my fingers and hit the table with a dull thud. And from the shadows in the far corner of the room, Damian stepped forward—slow, deliberate. His eyes locked on mine. His red, livid eyes that brought unwanted memories. He looked like the devil himself and before I could blink, he lunged.

Everyone stayed locked up in their room since morning and not a single sound could be heard in the whole house. Even Damian was not yet back. I sat on the couch, in the living room, engrossed in my book when the sound of footsteps drew my attention, and I looked up to see Damon entering the room. “Hey,” he greeted, a small smile playing on his lips. “Hi,” I replied, setting the book aside. “How are you feeling?” Damon sank into a nearby chair, “I am fine.” There was a brief silence before Damon's eyes landed on the book I had been reading. “What are you reading?”