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Taking out the book, The Claiming of Sleeping Beauty, Tasha gave this to me. Ever since she caught me here reading Fifty shades, which almost had me dying in embarrassment, she promised to get me another of its kind. But more hardcore and intense. Reason why I hid it here is because if Bryson ever finds this type of novel in my room, he is gonna kill me. I was just in chapter three and I was already squirming in my seat. A normal teenage girl would burn the book and wash her eyes with bleach at the kind of sex scenes and hardcore pornography in this novel, but I wasn't normal.

I could feel the magic inside me fizzle and snap. I pulled the book with the resurrection spell on my lap. I looked through it again. It needed one thousand souls and a major node. The only major node near here was in Utah, so... it looked like that would be where she would eventually end up, maybe after she got one thousand souls. I had just prevented a bunch of those souls, so perhaps the darkness still needed to power up. I whipped out my new phone. It was so fancy it even had internet. It was something I heard of, but with flip phones being ten years behind the times, I wasn't used to having all this technology at my fingertips. I searched through news headlines.

But now, with Liam’s flash drive burning a hole in my palm, I finally understood. With a reluctant sigh, I slotted the flash drive into the port. The screen blinked once, twice, then a file popped open automatically. No choice. No options. Just one direction…straight into whatever Liam wanted me to see. The screen loaded, and my stomach twisted. A movie. The bold letters appeared across the screen: Fifty Shades of Grey. My mouth went dry. What the hell? Is this some kind of joke?

Sarah straddled my face, grinding her pussy against my tongue while Elias and Damien double-penetrated my cunt together. I cummed so hard I nearly blacked out, moaning into Sarah’s pussy as both men flooded my womb with cum. As I lay there, panting, covered in fresh loads, Sarah leaned down and kissed me deeply, tasting herself on my lips. “You’re finally home, Lila,” she whispered. “And this is only the beginning.” But as the lights dimmed slightly, a new figure stepped out from the deepest shadows. A man… tall, powerful, and wearing a pure black mask with no decoration.

With two claps of my hands, the lights went off and I languidly slipped under the covers and searched for the e-book version of the steamiest romance novel my mind has ever had to process. I often sought solace in the comforting umbra of these silent walls. I discovered at a very tender age that the dark is your companion when you do not want to be haunted by knowing. I did not want to know the truth, or what I feared to be the truth, so I ran into the welcoming arms of darkness and explicitly narrated sexual endeavours between a young woman and an older man who both know what kind of service their bodies need. As I scrolled through the page and allowed my imagination to take care of the res

Paired with this white nasty dress, I figured that I could ask the delivery man which color soothes me better. After which, he will tell me which shade of each color. My clit has the darkest black piercing, the kind that shimmers yet soaks into the pit of my leaking precum. Maybe compliments it. My pierced clit is an appetizer, something that when you spank your cock on it, it spreads a dose of chilly wetness all over your bad cock. It's the same reason I don't have a bestie.

My body trembling under the overwhelming sensation, pleasure and shame blurred together until I couldn’t tell which one was stronger. “Taking it all like a good little slut…” Landon’s voice dropped low as he drove deeper, filling me. My nails dug into the sheets,I could barely think or breathe. Mark’s hand tangled in my hair, pulling my head back. “Look at you fuckin whore.” The words burned hotter than the touch. When Landon finally groaned and spilled, warmth spread through me. My body shook from the intensity. Mark flipped me over without warning.“Where do you think you’re going?” His grip tightened at my waist. “You’re already dripping.”

Intrigued, she opened it and her eyes widened as soon as she read through the details. Boris Green. The man she was looking for. The man she didn't have concrete evidence against but knew was a criminal. The man she had gone looking for in the Black Opal earlier in the night. All his details, from his birth to his listed crimes as well as where he currently lived, all the details she had been unable to find were now lying in her inbox. "What the fuck!" She cussed as she looked at the email. To say she was shocked would be an understatement. She was utterly flummoxed.

CHAPTER 34: RED ROOM Warning: This chapter contains mature themes. Please steer clear off this chapter if you don't feel comfortable with reading the smut BDSM scene. ZAHRA'S POV I felt Dashiell take my hand by the time we entered his chateau and I kept mute as he led me across the long hallway separate from the one our rooms were situated. Outside, I could hear the rain pouring heavily, coupled with scary rumble of thunderstorms. We soon stopped in front of a room which was the last room on the south wing, and he swiped out a card from his drenched suit pocket, and slid it on the door sensor to open it.

Dark of Night Copyright 2019 Emily Goodwin Chapter One “What do you see when you look at this one?” The doctor holds up a card, showcasing an ink splotch that’s twisted and creepy, with eyes that follow you no matter where you go. I look at it, heart hammering away inside my chest. The mess of ink on the white paper reminds me of the monster that lurks in Nana and Papa’s basement, the one that tried to get Abby and Scott to go downstairs with it.