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With a twinkle in his eye, “Yes, I know this is your favorite. Though it's not normally around my neck, I believe it's usually around your eyes while I'm pleasuring you.” I blush and remember why that is my favorite tie. “Wow, I sure woke up the sexy beast in you this morning!” ******** Author Says: Hi Readers, Don't be shy and rate this novel to get a higher rank on GoodNovel. Here is the promised next series "Seduced by Lust" I hope you love it. If you haven't bookmarked yet. Do it now! for Latest Chapter Updates! I really love to hear your thoughts so, please comment or Join my community at:

\▪\ \▪\ \▪\ \▪\ I sat at the farthest table in the clamorous dinning hall, which is as luxurious as a school dinning hall can be, but comes short in dishing out five star meals regardless. It was lunch and I had an hour to exhaust, so I splurged the minutes on my favourite novel and managed to find myself immersed in the book despite the loquacious students airing their gossip so loudly. Seduction Of Sin. My guilty pleasure. I envied the female protagonist more than most. I clamped my thighs together as I climbed the crest of unbridled pleasure with Tarlia, the woman I secretly aspire to be, the woman being pleasured by the man of my scorching fantasies.

"When my aunt Delilah killed our entire coven, I don't know if he died or if he made it out alive. But I feel he is still out there and I won't stop till I find him." "Don't worry Isabelle, if he is out there we will find him." Dimitri assured with a genuine look, placing his right hand on my thigh. "My turn, favorite book?" I change the subject. "Torn between wuthering heights and the alchemist. Both are really good books. So back to you, tell me what's your darkest secret?" He inquired with a raised eyebrow, while his eyes were fixed on the road.

He smirked down at me cockily. “You like the color violet. Your favorite song at the moment is Often by The Weeknd. Your favorite show is The Vampire Diaries. You don’t have a favorite sport, but your favorite book is 50 Shades of Grey. Kinky.” He listed them, making me feel mortified at the last one. His amused expression then turned dry. “You also favor that Christian guy.” He scowled at the ground. For a moment, I thanked the Lord that he was just a character because I had no doubt that Zaliver would have killed him if he was real. Hashtag Team Grey. Sorry Zaliver.

A pity. “Are you even listening to me?” I lifted my eyes from the book in my hand. The Mark of Exile. It was the sequel to The Corpse in the Fog—a crime story about a man killing the lover of the woman he desperately wanted. You could say I was taking notes of very effective and interesting ways to kill Zesa’s lover. I’d had enough of him impeding my happiness.

For a few minutes, she had enough time to reflect on her short-lived life. "If only I could live inside my novels, I would be happier than I was today." The line went taut. The struggling was no more. The voiceless storyteller has found her salvation with her eyes closed.

“I can see you sitting here, in the daylight, perusing a few incredibly sentimental adore story like Jane Eyre, on an overstuffed chair. You’ll require a table to hold your tissues, since you’re a sucker for broken heroes and upbeat endings.” He moved to the corner where a somewhat unpleasant statue of war figures stood four feet tall. “Over here you’d have something lavish, something you found at a scavenge deal that was one degree over rubbish, but you couldn’t bear to see it turn to waste. Perhaps a discolored birdcage or a broken granddad clock that ticks but never chimes. Anything it is, you cherish it, since no one else may and it’s furtively your favorite question in the room.”

I try not to beat myself up about it, I might never get to know the truth behind their lives and how I and Monica came to be with Mom and Dad not being here. But I meant it when I told Ian to release her allowance. She’s our father's daughter and he would want her taken care of even if she is a shitty daughter. But I suppose we could let her stew for a few more days. I flip the page of one of my favorite novels, Red Winter by Annette Marie. I’ve read the series countless times and it’s sort of a comfort book for me. My first exam is in two days, but if I read another word or equation about finance I was going to lose my damned mind so Red Winter it is.

"I enjoy a good fantasy novel, but I also like historical fiction, memoirs, and even non-fiction. As long as it's well-written and engaging, I'll give it a try. Anything written by Williams Shakespeare is irresistible to me." "That's a great attitude to have," Stephen said. "Have you read anything particularly good lately?" I thought for a moment. "I was on the verge of completing 'The Night Circus' by Erin Morgenstern, before…" the longing for home shut me up for a moment. "It was a magical, immersive story that really transported me to a different world. I highly recommend it if you haven't read it." I said, bracing myself. “I’m sure you’ll find it in the library. There are lots of books t

It is undoubtedly old, and the spine is now gradually falling. "It's my favorite classic romance novel. Although I was looking for a classic fantasy book here, that one attracted my eye." "I'm not a big fan of romance—" She cut me off, "I'm the same way! Fantasy is my favorite genre. But don't worry, because once you read it, you won't have any regrets, and you'll even thank Sierra McCarthy for recommending such a treasure to you!," She exclaimed, winking at me.