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Trigger Warnings: Explicit sexual content, dark themes, morally grey male lead, dominance/submission elements. . . . The first time Janine Turner met Ciro Hitchdulf, the fire nearly swallowed her whole. It was at the dusk-market in Ruellan, the city where dusk lasted hours longer than dawn and the shadows seemed to whisper your name. Janine, a displaced fire-witch hiding under the veil of a common apothecary, was bartering for moon-pepper root when the crowd shifted. Energy cracked in the air, thick and heavy, like a storm gathering too close to the skin.

Leaning against my desk with my arms crossed, I ask, "What did your old bedroom look like?" "Even messier than yours," Lennox replies, flipping through a hefty graphic novel titled Duncan the Wonder Dog by Adam Hines, one of my favorites. "Nirvana and Blink 182 posters covering the walls, only school books scattered around, an expensive surround sound system, and a punching bag." He rotates the novel vertically as he flips through the panels. "In short, I was cooler than you." I manage an irritated smile. "It's like you're intentionally trying to get kicked out of my bedroom or something."

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So guys, two extra spicy currywursts and because it's so warm today, I'll give you a free lemonade on top." "Oh," Maddox said, taking his meal. At the promising smell alone, his stomach gave a very emphatic growl. “Eleanor, you are a real angel. If it wasn't for your husband, I would carry you straight to the back of my truck and express my gratitude. " Eleonore, the owner of the little snack bar on Hautstrasse, laughed heartily. “You old charmer. If only I were ten years younger. "

After months of fumigating, renovating, ditching old books left to decay after Dad closed his doors, Arcane Delights is almost ready for business. What started the decay—what I’ve spent the better part of my summer cleaning and repairing—was one of the worst rainstorms the Adirondacks has seen in recent years. Main Street, Barstow Road and many of the side streets flooded, ruining many homes and businesses. Several stores on Main Street in particular suffered significant water damage, and Arcane Delights was one of them. The back room’s ceiling leaked terribly, slowly soaking hundreds of books over the course of the storm, which lasted nearly two days.

Hadn’t the former owner of Arcane Delights, Brian Ellison, recently passed away after Alzheimer’s and dementia had stolen his mind? No. Brian Ellison still owned and operated Arcane Delights. Didn’t he? John had bought several old Stephen King novels there, only last week. Hadn’t he? Drawn by the memory of the Stephen King novels he’d purchased (he swore only last week), his gaze slid to the huge, handmade wooden shelf next to his office door, which of course was his Stephen King shelf. He owned nearly every one of King’s books and multiple paperback copies of his favorites: It, Salem’s Lot, Pet Semetary, Christine and The Dead Zone.

Some of them were completely silent; they were either empty or the prisoner was lifeless. “Don’t you think the scent here is amazing? I cannot have enough of this,” Dela said excitedly. I held back the gag reflex that almost got out. The odor was disgusting. I was going to throw up anytime soon. “Sometimes when I am feeling down, I come down here to relax myself. You look down all the time, Sully sweetheart. That’s why I was so excited to show you this place. I call it the happy dungeon. Coming here makes me happy after all.” Dela gave me a smile. “I will show you what I do to spend my time. Come on.”

Cassian’s fingers traced my bottom lip, smearing something warm across my chin. Blood. Not mine. His voice was a low purr against my trembling mouth. “Now,” he murmured. “You’re finally mine.” The light flickered. The shadows moved. And then— That was it. Blackness consumed the room. Darkness swallowed us whole. THE END THANK YOU FOR FOLLOWING THIS SERIES TO THE VERY END. Author I*******m @agkbooks

Liam walks to his wardrobe and ruffles among the stuff in there, and when he turns around, he's holding a silver necklace just like mine. With initials LV. "Be careful with these two, For some reason, Ernesto wants them so badly." I know. The code. * Authors note; Thank you for reading.

I slip it from the rest, concealing it behind me. "It's alright, we don't care either way if you read it," he says, vacuous, without gazing upward from his undertaking. He is by all accounts inspecting the spines of each book, searching for a specific title that has a place with the book he wants. I move over to his side, noticing now the genuine likenesses between Felix and Liam; their almost indistinguishable looks aside from the scar and the hair. This time he hasn't behaved like a downer, which is an or more, and furthermore a side of him that is enjoyably new to me. He grins as he separates the book we want, a dusty one that isn't thick in any way. The side peruses Summer Kitchen: 100 T