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Knowing she didn't have any time to waste, Sara started her search, reading the random titles one by one, not noticing the shadow that was watching her from the back with a sinister smile. Moving from one rack to the other, Sara stopped at a certain shelf that contained a single book, She wondered if the word book could be used to describe the huge tome, unlike the rest of the section's content, this book barely had any dust on it, the wrapping was also eye catching as it was made of dark leather, the darkest she ever saw, and so were the pages, Sara thought to herself as she extended her hand, curious about the odd book, but was stopped midway by the unexpected whispers.

I found a book that seemed nice and pulse-racing, Blood Brothers by Nora Roberts. I took it off the shelf and looked back at Ashton who was now holding Jack in his hands. I went to the till and paid for the book. We then went out of the shop and headed to the car park. When we got to the car park, I got in and took Jack from Ashton to remove him from the cover and place him back on the stand. It was around 5:30 pm so we still had some time before heading home. Ashton read that from my mind and then he went around the car, got in and sat on the seat next to mine.

I wasn't a techie but I was up-to-date on all the latest gadgets. I shrugged mentally. It must be exclusive to The Order. Any sort of hope I had was dashed by the video. On screen I saw James in a dark room with three men. I'd never seen them before but I would recognise the white thunder shaped tattoo anywhere. The White Light.

Christophe whispered in a black velvet undertone, his breath fanning her cheek, burnished golden eyes scanning glazed amethyst. “Chris...” She trembled against him. “Tell me…” His dark head lowered and his carnal mouth found an incredibly sensitive spot below one small ear, sending shivers of hot, burning need running through her. “Don’t stop!” Lara didn’t recognize the desperate edge in her own voice. And suddenly, she was free. Christophe lounged back against the pillows and watched her with hooded, calculating, dark-as-night eyes. Wildly disorientated, Lara stared back, not understanding anything but the painful ache of her own hotly aroused body.

Somehow the dressing made her look youthful. Without a word, Violet walked inside and the three followed. Violet walked over to the table and sat down. She urged Cassy to sit before her. Zee and Inara stood beside Cassy. Violet May pulled up an ancient book the title of which read- SHADOW OF JOY She proceeded to flip through the brownish pages. Zee and Inara caught sight of different game titles. She stopped at the title that read- The Last Dare. Then she looked at Cassy.

From here, it looked beautiful and orderly. The black lake was like a mirror, reflecting the sky's last grace of the day before it was swallowed by the night. She pressed her palm against the cold glass. The heat radiating from her palms drew a foggy outline of it. Her reflection overlapped with the settlement. Many thoughts occupied her mind. Many, many thoughts. (Author's note: If you feel like this chapter was horrible, forgive me. Am not too well, and I have exams coming up. Don't worry, I will try my best to make this book as enjoyable as possible. By your one and only.

He nodded, satisfied with the intel, but cranked the vibe higher, the buzz intensifying until sweat beaded on my forehead, trickling down my neck. The penthouse lights dimmed automatically as evening deepened, the glow from the sprawling metropolis below filtering through the floor-to-ceiling windows, painting our scene in hues of electric blue and crimson. I rocked in the chair, hips grinding against the unyielding seat, chasing the relentless buzz that had me teetering on the edge. Zade stood then, his cock already hardening again, tenting his pants as he approached. He unzipped my suit fully now, peeling the fabric down to pool at my waist, leaving my upper body bare—breasts heaving, skin

The air smelled clean, the lights warm, the shelves tall and perfect. “Choose the book that pulls you,” the woman said. “It will tell you what you need.” She vanished into the shadows. I walked along the shelves. My hand stopped on one book, not because I liked it, but because something in me reacted. A strange pull. The title was old, written in faded ink:” The Nature of the Cursed: shifters of the Moon.” My fingers trembled as I opened it. Inside were sketches, human shadows twisted into wolves, claws emerging from the hands, glowing eyes in the darkness. I swallowed hard.

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