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she said, voice smooth and precise, dripping with that low, educated heat, “I’m looking for the original edition of Paradise Lost. I heard this library might have it… and I heard the librarian here knows how to handle… delicate things.” I looked up at her and felt my pussy clench instantly, a warm rush of slick soaking my panties. “You’re in luck,” I managed, my voice a little too husky. “We have one… though it’s in the rare books section. I can show you… if you don’t mind getting a little private with me back there.”

It was a relic of the royal palace, salvaged from the scrap heap of a life I was never meant to lead. Lia stood beside me, the yellow of her dress blending seamlessly with her pale skin. She looked like a soft sunbeam, a stark contrast to me. With my almond-tinted hair and emerald eyes that seemed too large for my face, my fair skin was a curse, it made me stand out in a pack that preferred I remain invisible. No one ever looked past the surface to see the girl drowning in a pathetic, orphaned story. “What if you get mated to Alpha Kai tonight, June?” Lia whispered, her eyes dancing.

then looked up at him, and he immediately knew what she wanted. Oh shit "I don't tell stories, Jane." Maybe histories—he rolled his eyes—but stories—too dainty. "Everyone has a story dummy," she rolled her eyes, shifted close to him, then pointed at a shelf where her story books were lined up, "if you don't have any, you can choose one there." He withheld his groan and stood up, moving to the shelf where he took one, reading the title, "The Wonderland Flair." He wrinkled his nose, looking at Jane, "You read this?"

I laughed so hard the composure I was building – of a high class woman – chartered, throwing back to Adele Ford, the simple resort owner surrounded by lovers of croissants, plus a dark erotic novel lover. I missed those days. God, I couldn't wait for this ‘honeymoon’ phase to be over so I could return to Greenville. “Hey, don't come back here empty handed. Buy as many spicy, dark, hot male lead novels as much as the capital’s bookshops hold! Also, I want spicy gist too. Create as much drama as your thick skin allows! Don't let those rich motherfuckers walk all over you, you're bigger than them now, squash them under your heels if you must!”

That’s what the paper says, and that’s what they thought too. Keatton first exited the car. Damon looked at him. “Hey, wait for me,” he said and left the car. Keatton smiled. The tall trees, the silky shimmering white sand, the clear blue sea, and the peaceful sky with the sun radiating the vacancy made Keatton’s eye delighted. “This is paradise,” said Keatton. It was indeed a paradise. The place I beyond the word perfect. Keatton sniffed the fresh air. “Let’s go, Baby. I have a surprise for you,” said Damon as he grabbed the soft hand of Keatton. They walked for a few meters, and there, Keatton covered his mouth as he gasped.

"I will solve all your problems, but without the girl. Look, she is better off without you." I looked at the television, there the news about Aphrodite's new fantasy novel aired, the novel became a best-seller. Aphrodite, she wore a rose-patterned dress like the one on the cover of her novel The Bad Son-in-Law. The girl sits on the red chair and conducts an interview. ***** "Well, Aphrodite. I just finished reading this novel and it made my husband worried because I cried in the middle of the night. Hyun Ki's sacrifice really made me sad." America's acclaimed host Lily Rowena speaks passionately.

“Best morning I’ve had in years.” They cleaned up just enough to be decent, then he made coffee on the little machine in the back. They took it outside and sat on the front step together. Her in last night’s blue dress, wrinkled and marked with faint handprints. Him in yesterday’s clothes. Neither of them cared. She had the wrapped book in her lap. Opened it to the first essay. It was good. Really good. “She really didn’t deserve this,” Sloane said softly, holding it up.

I don’t know. This is typical, when I want time to hurry up, something jumps in the way and slows it down. Our plane is delayed by two hours and that just pisses me off. What am I gonna do for two hours? I didn’t pack my e-reader or bring a paperback book to entertain myself with. Guess I have to go into duty-free and see what they have there that catches my eye for this trip. Walking into the duty-free store I head straight into the direction of the books and magazines they have on sale. They had a wide variety of books in all different genres. But I kind of fancy something contemporary, romantic, and a little funny. That does limit my options down a little, but not by much. Then I see it.

The moon shone its brighest above paradise city, fairies flying all over the place in migration and no other being knows why. Its a rare sight and Cerise and Jean watch it from the gigantic window of Cerise's apartment. Peace lit over them, Cerise was reading Jean an article about his current works and they laughed as she opened one referring to their relationship. Cerise however, was awkwardly squirming in her seat, Jean had leaned on her shoulder and continued talking and the subject matter right now was doing no help.

If Anna knew about Lydia, she would let Lydia take charge of the world-famous Trillion Group and become the president of the Trillion Group. Soon, they arrived at Paradise One. As soon as they arrived, Lydia felt comfortable, relaxed, and happy. It was indeed a good place. No wonder it was so expensive. One might not even be able to buy it with money. Henry took the luggage and led the two of them inside. He bumped into Emily, who was coming out. When she saw Henry, she hurriedly shouted, "Mr. Truman!" Lydia and Maeve were stunned when they heard it. They saw a delicate and beautiful woman; her figure was even more enchanting.