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Now, it's time for the other- Damn, she forgot the box! She slapped her forehead in frustration. Fifteen minutes and she was done with it. It was quite easy because it was already arranged accordingly in the box. Now, IT IS time for the other pile! She squatted and started with the ones at the bottom of the pile. The way she was doing it was like a robot who had been programmed to just pick and drop. Pick and drop. Pick and drop. She paused suddenly. A particular book had caught her attention. It wasn't like the other books. It was just... black! No title. No picture. No description of what the book was about. Nothing! Just a dark hard cover.

“The flash drive is inside that box. You can take it. But the doors to this penthouse are locked from the outside. Mr. Vane has decided that your brother’s debt requires a... long-term payment plan.” I scrambled out of bed, ignoring the pain, and ran to the massive oak doors. I pulled, kicked, and pounded, but they didn’t budge. I was trapped thirty floors above the world. I walked back to the bed and opened the velvet box. The flash drive was there, but beneath it was a heavy gold anklet. I picked it up, and my blood turned to ice when I saw the engraving on the inside: Property of Vane. The phone on the nightstand rang. I picked it up with shaking hands.

His words about me begging for it flash through my mind, and I’m reminded of how wrong I really was. I hear shuffling around, and then he’s back in my view, holding a black box in his hand. He stands beside the bed and opens the box to reveal a delicate necklace. It looks like a chain of rubies with a small cluster of diamonds set along every inch. There’s a large diamond set in a buckle at the front, and the clasp at the rear looks to be almost sturdy. He takes the necklace out of the box and crawls onto the bed. Straddling me, he leans over and puts it around my neck, leaving the buckle lying against my throat. I feel the weight of it around my neck, and I hear a click as he stares into my

I asked, finally breaking the silence. Shane didn’t respond right away. He stared at me as if weighing the consequences of breathing me in too deeply. Then finally, he stepped closer. “I choose the one that gets results.” he replied faintly. I raised a brow. “You’re saying you want to join me?” I asked. “I’m saying,” he said, reaching into his coat and pulling out a sleek black envelope, “I have something big. And I want you in on it.” I took the envelope, opened it, and found a glossy invitation. Black and gold. Elite. Embossed with the emblem of the YBA Circle Foundation — a name that wore charity like perfume, but stank of dirty money underneath.

Granddaddy took a step back, “I don’t have the present on me. Let me go get it.” Granddaddy returned to his room, I could hear a zipper opening and closing. He came back with a small box that was wrapped in pastel pink wrapping paper. “Open it.” He handed it over to me and took a seat on my bed. I tore off the wrapping paper and found a box that said “Love Egg”. I had never seen this before. I opened the box and found this metallic egg-shaped device and a small remote controller. There was an instruction that came with it. I lifted my head up from the instruction paper and looked at Granddaddy.

He could punish me as much as he wanted, I didn't mind. And who knows? Maybe I could find something in that room to blackmail him with. My lips curled into a smirk as I made my way to the east side of his penthouse, where the forbidden room was. I grabbed the doorknob, knowing fully well that he wouldn't be home for the next two hours, and twisted it. It didn't budge. “Fuck.” I muttered in frustration as I kicked the stupid door. But I wasn't about to give up now. I made my way to his room, which was right beside the study, and walked in, searching as fast as I could for a key.

"They pulled a liter of fluid out of your pleural space. They said the cells they found weren't just inflamed. They were... changing. Crystallizing." "The Grey," I whispered. My voice was a ghost of itself, a raspy tear in the quiet room. "My body is turning into a monument to a pack that hates me. Funny, isn't it?" Silas finally looked at me. His amber eyes were flat, devoid of the pity I’d grown to loathe. "It’s inefficient. You’re no use to me as a corpse, Elara. We have a bridge to build and an empire to dismantle." He stood up and walked over, placing a thin, sleek laptop on my over-bed table. He didn't offer a hand to help me reach it. He knew I’d rather crawl across broken glass than

My eyes kept wandering in each section and it stopped in romance. Ooh, looks like someone likes reading romantic books. I giggled looking at my uncle and went towards the shelf. I kept reading the titles and all the books were emotional ones because I have seen the movies which are adapted from those books. So my eyes moved more upward to look at the books at the top of the shelf. "TF!" My eyes went wide, looking at the whole set of 'Fifty Shades of Grey'. It's hard to believe Uncle reads this type of book too, he doesn't look like a romantic person who would read erotic stuff. But why are they kept at the top of the shelf?

I replied back as I stretched my hands to remove the painting but it didn’t move, instead it slid and revealed a medium sized box. I took the box out and placed it on the desk. It was an old mahogany box with gold engravings on it. “Sinclair” I opened it carefully and revealed a very thick brown greenish book with about 200 pages made of parchment or something like and had the title written on it with big bold handwriting: “BOOK OF SHADOWS” I smiled happily, I couldn’t believe that I had it in my hands and looked at Kevin who was still anxious saying: “We found it” he nodded his head and was about to speak when we suddenly heard an applause behind us.

Zoe’s heart hammered so hard she could feel it in her throat as she slipped between the tall shelves of the rare books section. The corner was even darker than the rest of the library — only a single dim emergency light glowed at the far end of the aisle. Dust and old paper filled the air. The risk of being caught made her pussy throb even harder. She heard soft footsteps behind her. The man appeared at the end of the narrow aisle, his tall frame blocking the faint light. His eyes were dark with hunger as he stepped closer, towering over her petite body.