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I went the straightest way at home cuz my outfit i chosed was not the best. I had a light jacket on and was wearing a thight black jeans. I was so heated i sweated heavy. The sun was heating up very quick. Finally we arrived at home and the first thing i made was to undress myself. I even undressed my underwear. Diana investigated all of my rooms and was pretty excited. I went to the kitchen and opened the freezer for a cool ice chocolate. Even for Diana i had bought food and made him a meal. But he was not that hungry and thought it could be more fun to like the sweat on my body. It was ticklish but i found the feeling very funny. He even stucked his nose right beetween my ass cheeks and li

I had forgotten all about that book, it had fallen out yesterday night from the top of Phobos's cupboard when I had mopped his chamber floors but I had no time to look into its contents so I thrust it into the box hoping to be able to read it later. I lift my hand to him indirectly demanding for it and he directly gives it to me. A deep inward breath I take in as my heart pounds vigorously in suspicion of what I might see. I know it is wrong of me to wish to invade his privacy this way but this is the diary I was determined to steal when I was eight. The pad of my thumb tenderly skims across the leather covering as memories of our childhood ignite to life within my mind.

Jax pov I creep quietly in the darkness of the wealthy widow's estate. The moon shines at late night, casting its rays on the expansive garden. My heart races as I search for guards. My name is Jax, and I'm a thief looking for quick cash. The widow is currently unmarried, or so I think. Her husband died rich, and the estate is full of riches. I slip between the tall fence and proceed towards the back door. The lock is simple. I open it with my tools and push the door in softly. Silent in there.

" Ethan said, but made no move to pick up the underwear. In fact, neither did I nor Felix. We only stared at the little black box, and the books that also fell out. Felix exchanged a look with me. "No." I said, knowing that he wanted us to snoop. "Oh come on, what if it shows like all the women he targeted?" Felix took up one of the book. "Holy shit." He said, then showed me what he was looking at. The first two pages were nothing but my face. The following pages were like diary entries.

Its leather cover was cracked, and the corners had begun to peel away. He opened it carefully. The first few pages contained routine notes—coordinates, weather conditions, supply inventories, names of checkpoints. Nothing unusual. Then the handwriting changed. It became less formal. More personal. Noah frowned. “This isn’t a military journal.” “What is it?” Ava asked. “A diary.” He continued turning the pages. The entries were unsigned. There were no dates. Only observations. Volkov argued with the captain again today. Marcus still cheats at cards. Ethan snores loud enough to wake the dead.

He whispered, taunting. I rubbed my legs together, needing some friction there. “Keep those legs apart, ruby. Spread them wider.” “Please,... Doctor, I… please…” I tried to keep them apart, my body squirming uncontrollably like a worm laced with salt. I rubbed my thighs together, but it wasn't enough. I needed penetration to release the pressure. “Please what ruby? You think I don't notice how you stare at me all day at book club? “Mmmm.” I whimpered like a pathetic slut.

Diane opens her eyes in total surprise, and when Ted looks at that, he says, "What's going on?" She crying, sits on the bed and looking at Ted responds, “I saw Sarah in my dreams! She tried to murder me because of what happened! " Ted snorts and walks over to her and says, "Do not worry. She can't hurt you in a dream!" When he says that, his head reproduces the doubt if that will be true, but he decides to ignore it. Diane needs it and she, looking at his face, says, “There is something I must tell you! I'm pregnant!"

I turned to him and a skinny schoolboy stood by the door, "he must be my doctor," I thought, I reached behind my trousers, to check for my pistol but it was of course not there. My memories were a little fuzzy, and my head was pounding. "I had to give you so much anastatic...maybe a little too much, because you kept waking up, and even though you wouldn't scream or show any sign of pain, it was weird how you kept staring at me, it felt as if you were threatening to kill me or something." He kept on talking and explaining and I just stood there staring at him. After a brief moment of silence, throughout which he appeared uncomfortable and ready to flee if I made any attempt of getting close t

Jackson uttered, stepping closer towards me. “Yes but I know when to give up trying to fight and believe it or not, I have,” I muttered, walking away as my heart raced. If Jackson could easily see through my act, it was only a matter of time till Kaelion found out. Without looking back, I hurried into my room and locked the door behind me. I then brought out a small old diary that I had earlier taken from the library in one of the boxes before Kaelion woke up. “The history of the Obsidian fang pack,” The cover of the diary read, further sparking my curiosity.

She set it on the ottoman and opened the latch. The lock was broken. Her breath caught in her throat. “No. No, no—” she whispered. The box was empty. Her diary was gone. Her most intimate confessions, written in the rawest moments of pain and hope. Every twisted memory from Russia. Every wound Cynthia left on her skin and soul. Every moment of self-loathing, every hesitant word about Damian… even that one vivid entry—the night she gave herself to him, trembling, finally feeling safe. All of it. Gone.