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As always, The Judge was all business. “Cut the crap, Judge, is that asshole you call a boss there?” Fang's voice was sharp. He was just as much a force to be reckoned with as The Judge. Maybe not as bloodthirsty but he had enough blood on his hands. He had to in order to lead one of the biggest chapters of the Savage Sons in America. He hadn’t made it to president and held it for over fifteen years by not getting his hands dirty. I shook my head. “No, he’s out. Had an errand to run.”

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"Janine couldn't keep her eyes off that bulge in your trousers. She'd probably love to fuck you. She goes with Brian Graham and from what I've heard he's not too big in the penis department." Michael was a little surprised. For one thing, Brian Graham was in the defensive line of the football team and weighed in a little over the tare weight of a semi-truck. The idea that his cock might not match the rest of him was something of a surprise. For another, he had been too busy looking at Lucy to notice where Janine's eyes were, and he told Lucy this. She grinned brightly and sipped her punch. The grin turned to a grimace. "Someone's been naughty with the punch ingredients," she said. "They were

“Quiet doesn’t mean unbothered. Just good at hiding it.” We fell into silence. The only sound was distant thunder rumbling above ground. I wondered how long we’d be down here. Minutes stretched. My mind wandered to how close he was. How alone we were. “Tell me something,” I said finally. “Why’d you become a librarian? You don’t seem like the type who likes being stuck behind a desk all day.” Mr. Kane exhaled softly. “Books don’t talk back. They don’t expect small talk. I like the order. And the stories. What about you? History major with a focus on obscure trade? That’s not common.”

Hello to my readers! This chapter is the last chapter for LOGAN and just to warn you it's a bit longer and I don't want to split it in half because this is an epilogue. I deeply apologize and would like to say thank you for joining me on this journey with completing book 1 of The Wolfe Brothers series. See you guys in book 2! It had been a week since the incident with Heather, and I was ready to return to school, acting as if nothing had happened. The next day I treated it like any other ordinary day.

WARNING Explicit stepmother/stepson incest (he calls her "Mom" while he's balls-deep) • Raw cheating on the husband/father • Rough degrading sex: choking, slapping, spitting, hair-pulling, "slut" talk • Bareback creampies, facials, swallowing • Almost-getting-caught adrenaline • Age-gap filth + forbidden obsession Arranged-marriage jealousy and heartbreaking goodbye sex This is NOT romance. This is pure, dripping, no-limits taboo erotica. About "Hooked on his Dick" One open door was all it took. Natasha walks in on her stepson Noah stroking the biggest cock she's ever seen and instead of walking out, her panties soak through. From that second, they're doomed. Secret quickies while Dad

"Please, I want the book. One day I will understand." Brandt smiled and replied with humor, "If you ever make sense of it, let me know. You can then argue with my father on the merits of Christianity. He believes in the Goddess and loves nothing better than a good philosophical debate." He turned and picked up another book. It had a picture of a wolf with a snowy mountain background. "This is Jack London's Call of the Wild and it's the one we'll read first. Let's finish the cake and then get ready for our evening company."

Elders stormed the palace court, led by Ana's father, Elder Farnacis. He had a wide grin on his face since he was now sure that his dream was going to come true. He was going bankrupt; a few of his cars and businesses were already taken away by the banks he owed, and now he was left with nothing. He could only show off a yellow old truck, which he now drives around the pack and the candy company registered in her daughter's name. A person like him, who used to swim in trillions of dollars, now feels like he has taken a deep leap into the sea and is drowning with each passing day.