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I eye it suspiciously before opening it. Violet, I am the type of person to hide things. I am quiet and I am not the kind to show emotions. I hope you find this room to your liking and decorate it to your hearts content. I hope we can at least be cordial with one another as I have not feelings for you at this time. Your truly, Anthony

"And bring me that book on the side please." Greyson raised the leather book with a look of doubt. "Why on earth do you want me to bring you this stupid book about fairytales, sugar?" "Because I asked you too," Indianna said. "Come on. Bring it here." Greyson sighed and sat down next to Indianna, dropping the book on the bed. "You got me all excited to come to our bedroom only to put a children's book in between us? Sugar, you're killing me."

I mumbled, heading toward the bathroom. Ryan didn’t stop me, but I felt his eyes on my ass the entire way. In the bathroom I wiped myself down with a warm cloth, wincing at how sensitive I still was. My reflection in the mirror looked thoroughly fucked…. flushed cheeks, messy hair, a faint hickey already forming on my collarbone. I smiled despite myself. When I came back out, Ryan was still naked, sitting on the edge of my bed flipping through another book *Jane Eyre* this time. “ ‘I am no bird; and no net ensnares me,’ ” he read aloud, voice low and smooth. He looked up at me, eyes gleaming. “Fitting, don’t you think? You tried to run earlier.”

Aaron said making her pout to hide her blushing. " You have to take a long warm shower with me after that." Aaron out a condition as she blushed knowing his tortures while taking a shower. They entered the library as he made her sit on the ladder. He started gliding the ladder with her as she started squealing. "Just tell me which book do you want." Aaron said as he started finding a book when his gaze felt on fifty shades of grey. He smirked as he asked her. "Have you read Fifty shades of grey?" Alaina turned crimson as he stared in her eyes.

“Do you have anything less bright?” The man took the book back and jumped to the back of the book. “Here. I’m sure you’ll find what you’re looking for somewhere between those pages.” Except, I had no idea what I was looking for. In each shade of blue, I saw Valerie. In each shade of pink, I saw her lips. And in those earthy tones, I saw her eyes. This was a bad idea. Grey. I decided on what was called ‘porpoise grey’ - dark and gloomy, just the way I was feeling.

the voice continued, and a shiver ran down my spine as I realized that it was emanating from the large, old book laid out on the table before us. As Aunt Agatha guided me to a chair and seated me, my eyes were drawn to the book, its pages glowing with a deep purple hue that seemed to pulse with otherworldly energy. As my fingertips brushed against the weathered cover of the Book of Shadows, a surge of energy coursed through my veins, sending shivers down my spine. It was as if the very essence of the book pulsed with ancient power, alive and vibrant beneath my touch. "What... what is this?" I whispered, my voice barely audible in the hushed confines of the cottage. But the book remained sile

Eyes the color of wet stone. He looked at me the way people look at something they have already decided to keep. “Elena Voss,” he said. “Come in.” The room smelled faintly of cedar. Two armchairs facing each other across a low table. A single lamp throwing warm light. Behind him, a wall of books with titles I recognized from my father’s study. Experimental hypnosis. Dissociative states. The ethics of suggestion. I sat. He sat. The silence stretched until my pulse felt loud.

The paper fell away, revealing an old leather-bound volume, its cover embossed with faded gold lettering in a language that looked like a mix of Latin and something far older. “Tah — Rituals of the Eternal Flame and Flesh.” A sex god. Not just any fertility deity — a lost god of desire, ecstasy, and carnal dominion. The dealer’s notes had been vague, but the title alone sent heat rushing through me. I opened the book carefully. The pages were thick vellum, illuminated with intricate drawings of a towering male figure with glowing eyes, surrounded by writhing bodies in states of rapturous abandon. As I turned the first page, a faint warmth spread through the room. The watching feeling returne

The elevator doors whispered open with a soft chime that sounded far too innocent for the nightmare unfolding around me. Rafael De Luca did not release his hold on me as he guided me forward into the private penthouse suite that occupied the entire top floor of Palazzo Nero. His palm remained pressed firmly against the small of my back, the heat of it burning through the thin emerald silk like a brand. Every step I took made the fabric slide against my skin, the slit parting to reveal the smooth expanse of my thigh, the cool air kissing the dampness that had inexplicably gathered between my legs despite the terror clawing at my throat.

My vision blurred, and a wave of dizziness washed over me as I began to black out. “Just breathe,” Gracie whispered, her voice echoing in my ears. “Let it take hold.” she instructed. The room began to spin, the glowing orbs around me blurring into streaks of light. My legs felt weak, and I struggled to stay upright. I felt myself hit the ground below me as the world around me went dark, and all I could hear in the Darkness were soft, alluring whispers. —————————- This book is the property of Ulliend Musings and its brand. It is only to be promoted or disturbed by approved formats such as Goodnovel and KindleVella.