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Angel replied with a shrug. "What the fuck do you mean that you don't know?" Grey barked. "I really don't. I didn't give you the envelopes, did I?" "It better contain a cheque of a million dollars." "And what will you do with a million dollarsthen? Buy new legs. I'm sorry but I'm not sure they're up in the market. Unless you like them robot ones." Surprisingly, Grey ignored her. He started to pat his breast pocket. "Where the fuck did I put that envelope? I'm sure I brought it with me." He shifted in his wheelchair. "Damn thing is in my back pocket. Hey Bozo, come give a helping hand yet."

I wanted it so bad. The pages started to move on their own, flipping like a breeze was blowing through. But the windows were shut tight. A cool wind picked up anyway, messing my brown hair and chilling my neck. I stepped back, my breath coming quick. From the pirate book, a swirl of gray smoke rose up, thick and salty-smelling.

She watched as Zayne flipped opened pages. “You need to read this” zayne handed her the book with a page wide opened. Even though Quinn was scared, she took the book from Zayne. Her eyes popped out on seeing the heading on the page that was open, “GREY WOLVES WITH BLACK DOTS” And curiously, her eyes roamed the content of the page. Zayne watched as her eyes moved quickly on the book. He wasn’t hearing any word from her, but he knew she was reading it in her heart as her lips moved slowly without a word.

Mary’s eyes filled instantly, brimming with tears she tried to blink away. Bask stared at her, stunned. “What is he talking about?” She couldn’t speak. Sudan’s voice dipped lower, darker. “You’d know all about that, wouldn’t you, Mary?” Her tears slipped free. There it was. The crack. The silence that followed was suffocating. Zach pushed back his chair abruptly, the legs screeching against the hardwood. His voice shook, not with anger but with something far worse. “Why would you say that?” he whispered. “Why?”

I paced up and down and kept staring at the huge clock on the wall. “2:23 am” and he's still not back. He told me not to worry, but how could I possibly do that? How could I do that when he's literally on a dangerous quest? I fidgeted with my fingers, sipping my tea to no avail, I waited for his arrival. “Maybe I need something to distract me.” I made my way to our room and grabbed the latest book he got me. I returned to the living room and tried my best to distract myself. “Fifty Shades of Grey is one heck of a book.” It's just weird how people term this as sexuality.

I decided to take a little Nap just to refresh myself and rest my body and soul from thinking too much. I did not even realise when I had drifted off. “Ethan, please don't stop.. Fuck! I wish you weren't married.. Fuck!” “I only want to be with you Nelly.. And have sex all around the..” I jumped up from the bed, sweaty and devastated. Even awake now, I felt like I could still hear their moans and voices right in front of me. I looked around me then I sighed heavily. “What sort of dream was that? Why.. Ethan would never do that to..”

Maybe this was a side he’d kept hidden from her, a side that only came out when he was alone? The bookshelf too, was full of clues to Jacob’s secret. The Story of O . Billionaire Blackmail . Fifty Shades of Grey . Delta of Venus . Books by the Marquis de Sade and Leopold von Sacher Masoch. The Marketplace . Every book Emily selected was erotica. She wished she’d found this stash years ago. How exciting would those evenings alone have been then?

"No! Stay the fuck away from me!" "Hold him," Grey commanded, completely unfazed. The guards swarmed me instantly. Two sets of iron hands pinned my shoulders against the concrete floor, pushing down with crushing force. I thrashed wildly, screaming and kicking, the chains ripping into my bleeding wrists as I tried to break free. "Let go of me! You piece of shit! Let me go!" Grey calmly took the heavy iron rod from the guard's hands. The intense heat radiated against my face as he stepped closer, looking down at me with unyielding, merciless eyes.

The entire hall smells of old books and bleach. Row after row of neatly lined books with their spines facing outward, colour-coded with dots, fiction section arranged in alphabetical order. She scanned slowly until her eyes met Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie's "Half of a yellow sun". She took it out, and then went behind in search of a place to sit and devour the book.

For now, she didn't even want to wonder what would happen if aunt Margareth finds out about her feelings. Selene stretched first, then slowly dragged herself off the bed, her eyes immediately fixed on the Book of Magic that was lying down on the desk, the one she had gotten from aunt Meredith yesterday. Selene took it gently in her hands and sat on the edge of the bed, setting the bulky volume on her lap, and flipped through the book several times. Afer the fourth time she stopped at a page that showed a portrait of a man with ebony, half-length hair, in a long black coat... The face itself seemed familiar at once, but when Selene saw his eyes - dark and captivating like two black holes, she