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Her books scatter across the floor, the sound echoing like a gunshot. I freeze. Rhea drops to her knees, silently collecting her things, her head bowed. No one helps. The hallway is suddenly too quiet. Just the sound of pages flapping and cruel laughter. "Still pretending you belong here?" Fang-Girl sneers. "You don’t. Whatever charm spell you’re using won’t work on us." Is Rhea the only fae in the school? Damn. "I’m not using anything," Rhea says quietly. Another girl snatches one of her books and rips a page from it. "Oops."

Inside the mansion, warmth did not come from the fireplace, but from an intentional silence. I sat cross-legged in the corner of the reading room, wearing a thin nightgown and Hugo’s oversized wool cardigan. The air was thick with the scent of perfume and aged wood. My Horrison tablet glowed faintly in my lap, yet I didn’t look at the screen. I was waiting for one name. From the tiny earpiece nestled in my ear, Holly’s voice came through. Clear. Firm. No small talk. “Miss Ana,” she said softly, like a whisper from the end of a long hallway.

“Hmm… I think you need to satisfy your curiosity.” Aria frowned. That didn’t sound like a real solution. “Don’t worry,” Elda leaned in as if she were about to share a secret. “You can do it on your own. I have books,” she said. Aria looked confused. “Books?” “Erotic books.” “What?” Aria’s eyes widened. “They’re written by women and sold secretly to other women. My friends and I got our hands on a few. You need to read them, my lady. You’ll enjoy them.”

Little did I know, the spark was about to become a raging inferno, courtesy of something far beyond the mortal realm. It started on a rainy Friday night. I’d come home exhausted from a long week, my blouse clinging to my skin from the downpour outside. I kicked off my heels, letting them thud against the hardwood floor, and poured myself a glass of merlot. The apartment felt emptier than usual; my last girlfriend had left months ago, citing my “workaholic tendencies” as the reason. Truth be told, I missed the warmth of a body next to mine, the soft curves and whispered promises in the dark. To distract myself, I rummaged through the old box of junk in my closet— relics from my rebellious pha

you say, sleep with? Mrs. Fiona Desmond sweats, embarrassed to let Mr. Desmond press down on his body, and ate until the bones were gone. But that's for later... Those non-nutritive books, if you read less, could be better. The brainless girl bit her lip, forcing herself to stay awake a bit, don't think about trivial things all day... 'My book.' While she was still thinking, Damian Desmond pulled out the manga books by Fiona Forger from her desk drawer and pushed them in front of her.

"I'm sorry, Kelly. It's all my fault. Hit me. Yell at me. Do anything you want. Just, please… Forgive me, okay? I'll give you my life. If you can come back, I'll die right now." I watched him beg, so small, so desperate, and felt nothing. His life meant nothing to me anymore. I did not answer him. I simply raised my hand. The world around us shifted instantly. We were back in that underground auction. He saw me inside the massive glass box, my hands and feet bound, tears streaming down my face as I screamed in despair. He saw the leering gazes of the men below, heard their filthy comments about my body. The scene changed again.

Nyla’s POV I'm drawing a pentagram on my apartment floor with sidewalk chalk at midnight on a Tuesday because apparently this is what my life has come to. There’s a leather-bound book open beside me, old, as if it survived the Victorian era. I found it at an estate sale last weekend, buried under a box of porcelain cats, which feels like the universe burying a loaded gun inside a Build-A-Bear. It was quite an… interetsing book. The chapter I keep returning to shows a naked woman arched on her back on the floor, with a demon-man like being, with extra limbs, and an abnormally huge-sized cock burried inside her pussy.

And that is by burning this book… I hope you can… Because this is unburnable… CHAPTER 1 I am one lucky fairy who has been allowed by the Queen to temporarily leave the fairyland to visit the land of the mortals. Because of the happiness it gives to me, I tried to imitate what a real human being does. This book will be my journal. Love, Gaymo. Part I: My First Day on Earth Dear Journal,

"Okay Ms. Adams, send Mrs. Keller in!" A few seconds later and a very stunning brunette enters the room. She sit on the chair opposite of Arianne, assessing her then put up an intimidating smirk. "So, you are the infamous Arianne Miller!?!! Jace ex-girlfriend in his misspent younger days huh?" Arianne didn't say anything about it. She just waited for the woman to finish saying what she wants to.