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Miss Williams told him. “Would I do such a thing?” Drake asked, feigning indignance. A chorus of yesses from his classmates made him slump in his chair and shrug. “Okay, so there may be multiple editions, the uncut version will be available on writepad.com.” "New girl, do you want to read?" the teacher asked, turning to face Toni. Toni made a scoffing sound and threw up her hands. "I don't want to follow that." She caught Drake's eye as he gave her a sideways glance, but his expression was annoyingly hard to read.

I can't live my school because it's the only school that get dark-side books in it's library in my town New Orleans. I frequently used to go to library to read about story life of past oracles so I went against Mr John's advice by sneaking into the library to read my favourites untill I was banned not to enter the library anymore. Even though I was banned but he had forgotten that I borrowed a book from the library weeks ago which happened to be the darkest one called The Black Cults because I was eager to know how the black cults kill the Viper in that book.

Without another second of hesitation, I pushed open the door and walked into the unknown… “Daisy” This time it was a low baritone voice that sent shivers to my spine. “Gorgeous little thing” another said, emerging from the darkness with hungry lustful eyes. I felt a tingling sensation in my coochie. From nowhere, I felt a presence behind me, followed by a gentle graze of a finger on the back of my neck. I’m not kidding when I say I felt something slide down my thighs. Is it possible to be that wet….enough to make you drip?

A water bottle, a pair of children's glasses, and the rest were all colorful novels! She casually skimmed through them and almost choked on her saliva. "CEO's Pursuit of Wife Hustle," "Thirty-Six Techniques for Chasing Wives," "Demon Campus Hunk's Guide to Flirting," "Campus Hunk's Love Lessons"... Diana: ... What on earth are these trashy things! She looked at the little kid in front of her with a pained expression on her face. The young boy stared at her with his big, inky eyes, fully focused.

Considering that I had to be at work by 8 AM, which was just seven hours away, I should have gone upstairs right there. However, I was feeling horny as hell and needed to get off. I opened up my laptop computer and went to my favorite p**n website, where I quickly acquired a raging hard-on from the movies I was watching. I pulled out my seven-inch cock and began to stroke it as my eyes remained fixated on the scene of a young teen girl getting pounded in the ass by a massive dick. At that point, I was not sure if I would rather be the guy doing the fucking or the girl getting railed in the ass.

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But the Queen easily lead me to the right place and used the key to take an old book with dust on it. " This is Dorothy's Diary. I don't think we can see her memory. It's not safe to stay here longer than half-an-hour," Victoria said opening and flipping the pages. " Here it is," Dorothy's Diary I feel in the sea. I know it's my carelessness and my stupidity to prove that Iam braver than my sister. I tried to underestimate her and then I was the one who suffered. I expected my dad to save me but he chooses Tori first. Then who am I? They should have done something to save both of them. Instead, they let me die. I died. When I opened my eyes, I expected to see my dad or mom but all I saw is p

He cleared his throat dramatically and started reading from his phone. “‘I can’t get enough of them. Caspian fucks me so deep I forget how to breathe. Luka’s tongue on my clit makes me shake until I can’t see straight. And Asher… God, when he takes me from behind I feel completely owned. Sometimes I wonder if I’m addicted to them. If I’m becoming someone I don’t even recognize.’” Oh my God, my diary, the words I’d poured out in the safety of my own room now broadcast for the entire school.

What is written inside it? She did not sleep. She sat at her small desk with her laptop open and the cursor blinking in an empty search bar and thought about where you even begin when what you are looking for has no name and no shape and the only person who knows anything about it is a girl who tried to kill you four hours ago. She typed: dark journal occult. Deleted it. Typed: ancient journals with hidden locations. Deleted that too. She pushed back from the desk and pressed her palms flat on her knees and stared at the ceiling.

Yes, I had the golden, angelic looks , with my blonde hair and blue eyes. But she knew me deeper than that. She knew I was quite capable of a lot of things and she knew I was no angel. “I found something,” I answered, sliding the tablet over the coffee table to her. “It’s a story. Anonymous online smut, but... it’s about me. Sort of.” Dakota raised a perfectly arched eyebrow, her skepticism written all over her face. She stretched out a hand, silently demanding I hand over my tablet. I did, and her eyes scanned the paragraphs for minutes as she scrolled, her expression shifting from boredom to amusement, and finally, to something that looked like genuine interest. It was like watching my own