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“He hides behind a screen, and it faded quite opaque. I used to think he’d outgrow it.” Evan looked up. “You’ve never talked to me about him like that.” “You were in love with him,” Daniel said, dipping his bread in his soup, with his left forearm resting on the table. “And I respected that. Even when he didn’t.” “Why'd you invite me here?” “I invite all of Liam’s exes here,” Daniel said, swirling his soup with a spoon. “Safe to say that none of them who came here—” he paused to meet Evan's expecting gaze, “—ever left the same.”

Sabeerah brought them out one by one. Muslim Girl and If I Speak by Umm Zakiyyah, The Silent Patient by Alex Michaelides, Three Daughters Of Eve by Elif Shafak, On Black Sister's Street by Chika Unigwe, And Then There Was None by Agatha Christie, A Time To Kill by John Grisham and finally, A History Of The Wives Of Prophet Muhammad by Umam Kahn. She picked up the last book which was actually a journal and tucked in its side were plack pencils with bookish scribbles on them.

he points at her with his chin, expressionless, “didn't you want to join our group? There is the proof.” I swallow a bitter breath when I reach for it and study it, without a doubt it is the same bracelet that the Zanni subjects had. “Why black?” “I really don't know.” He dives into the pages of his new book of the week and surprisingly it is not the one he read yesterday. Had I already finished it? For sure yes. His title was somewhat ironic; The Darkest Book of Cheap Poetry.

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.

’ as she dove in for another search. Taking the book, he realised it was a thinnish volume, in mint condition, and had Diamanda’s own picture on the back. Good God, it was her latest novel! One he hadn’t read but was dying to. It wasn’t even due out till next month. He studied the title - Watching Me, Watching You - then carefully flipped it open.

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The title read ‘The Black Wolf. “When did you get this?” I asked, raising a brow. He smirked. “Comfort Shettima is my favorite author. Once she releases a new fantasy story, I get it immediately.” I burst out laughing. “Wow, a loyal fanboy. I’m impressed.” “Loyal and proud,” he said, folding his arms with mock seriousness. We settled back on the couch with a soft blanket, a few snacks, and the faint scent of coffee lingering in the air. I tucked my legs beneath me and flipped the first page open.

“And you get even more provocative with coffee. How many cups today?” “Only three. But I brought books. And promises of civilized conversation.” He opened the bag, pulling out a few titles, including a copy of The Origin of Lost Bloods, about Celtic mythology and sacred blood. “If I didn’t know what you are, I’d think you were a historian with a witch fetish,” she commented, picking up the book. “I only have a fetish for one,” he replied, lower. Before the sentence could fade, the air in the mansion trembled.

I wаѕ, but not fоr thе rеаѕоn they thоught. THE END Thank you for joining me on this intense journey through Lost in Lust.️ If you enjoyed this story, I invite you to explore my other novel, “Wild Pleasure”️ A very sexual erotic novel. Nuzel.