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Instead, she decided to go to the next best person: Olivia. Flora made her way to Olivia’s room and knocked before entering. She found Olivia sitting cross-legged on her bed, deeply engrossed in a cookbook titled *The Joy of French Cooking*. At the sound of Flora’s entrance, Olivia jumped, her cheeks flushing as she quickly closed the book. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you,” Flora said, holding up her hands apologetically. Olivia waved her off, her blush deepening. “It’s fine, really. I was just... trying to memorize a recipe.”

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There’s no better friend than a young beauty that shares my taste in books! -That’s so generous of you Madame! -Hell, why do you both speak as two characters running away from a medieval novel? Mielle just ruined the mood. Flora laughed and went in searching for a book in her bag. Meanwhile, Mielle whispered something to the lady behind Flora’s back. Amélie excused herself after borrowing an Agatha Christie book Flora gave her and headed to her suit. Her two pretty maids were waiting for her: -Lola, Sophie. I am back.

Daniel ordered and I did, I tried to put it inside my cloth but I'm stopped immediately by a tall figure, a woman probably a library attendant. "Are u trying to steal books?" She asked in her British accent and crossed her arms to stare at me " no, I was just um.." "Cleaning." Daniel completes. " She was just cleaning" " don't come to this section again, it's not for public" she orders and grabs the book from my hand. Then shoves us away, we turned and left. " I have a feeling the reason why miss flora didn't get that book was because of the library attendant" Daniels turn back

Her Chosen Mate (Book 3) *** 1. Can't Help Falling in Love (Book 1) 2. Purchased By The Mafia (Book 2) 3. Her Mysterious Lover (Book 3) 4. My Girlfriend is Mafia Queen (Book 4) 5. Loving A Mafia (Book 5)- Upcoming **** 1. Chosen By An Alpha (Stand-Alone) No One POV . A loud wailing could be heard from a child who was crying because of the hunger, but her father, on the other side, was busy in fucking someone else. Tears came out from a four-month-old infant due to suffocation and hunger.

I found myself following Cool to the library. He immediately checked if there is anyone there before he closed the door and started to whisper some inaudible words as flying books came flying towards us. "What are you doing?" I asked while trying to stop myself from ducking every time a flying book came rushing to us. "You try and search for something, too. Telepathy or mind reading." He said and lifted his eyes from the book and frantically looked at me. "You being able to talk inside my head ain't normal, Fhyra. I haven't heard about a Flamia or Glacia that can do such things." He said seriously.

Hart shrugged off his tweed jacket and loosened his tie, casual in a way that made her heart thrum. “I suppose we’ll have to wait it out.” Fallon sat across from him, legs crossed tightly as the firelight danced shadows across the Persian rug. She shouldn’t have noticed the way his gaze flicked down to her thighs. She shouldn’t have noticed the row of books tucked behind the encyclopedias leather bound, aged spines, titles in French. Erotica. Hart followed her gaze. Said nothing. But when she rose to touch the spines, tracing one book titled La Petite Mort, he spoke low and commanding.

"Wow, who knows when 'The Flavour is Yours' will be released? I must go to the premiere." Everyone was talking a lot, but it seemed to be crooked. They didn't talk about Clair, the second female lead, but about the novel "The Flavour is Yours" and its author. Clair's face was a little ugly, but she didn't have a seizure. After all, with so many reporters around, she wouldn't have a problem, or she would be self-destructing. She now sets herself up as a pure lady.

I feel my pants get tight. Flipping back to the first page. Reading throuhg her name. she’s Fleur. a flower that i’m about to pluck soon. No criminal record. Fleur is still in high school raised by a single mom who’s almost on her deathbed with piled up bills.I concluded this girl has no time to date. Good, she doesn’t have a boyfriend don’t want to waste bullets on that. she’s not in any underworld affiliation but needs to double-check. If she’s in any deal with the restaurant’s lord she’s working for. I smile at how easy this is going to be.

“Holy shite!” Fleur Delvaux. It was my name. My name was on the list of living sorceresses. Just like my mother’s. Which could only mean that the book was indeed continuously updating the list on its own. Did this also mean that my mum was still alive?