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Book 2 of Forbidden Series: The Forbidden Grimoire Hello, my faithful readers, thank you so much for your support to purchase the coins and reading the first volume of the forbidden series, I hope you can enjoy reading the second volume, titled ‘the forbidden grimoire.’ Happy reading! Prologue: The Beginning of an End.

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The man would hate me if he finds out that I had agreed to seduce his father. I rushed toward the kitchen and made Mr. Adrian’s coffee, his was different than the one I made for his son. But I knew that both loved the coffee I made them, Mr. Adrian had his coffee with nuts, and thankfully Briana was one to like eating nuts with her own coffee. Therefore, I was always sure to bring some with me from the grocery store on my way to work. The company paid for them since they were things that I got for the company’s kitchenette, it was a small service provided from the company to its workers. Which was nice of both Mr. Adrian and Thomas who provided and didn’t remove such a service from their emp

♕𝑊𝐴𝑅𝑁𝐼𝑁𝐺𝑆♕ 𓆙mature content𓆙 𓆙contains abusive stuffs𓆙 𓆙murder𓆙 𓆙non-consensual / dubious consent sexual activities𓆙 Iғ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ɴᴏᴛ ᴄᴏᴍғᴏʀᴛᴀʙʟᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀɴʏ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇsᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ ʟᴇᴀᴠᴇ. Iᴍ ɴᴏᴛ ғᴏʀᴄɪɴɢ ᴀɴʏᴏɴᴇ ᴛ� � ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴍʏ ʙᴏᴏᴋ. Don't copy my work. This is based on my imagination.

Twenty-four year old and I can’t distinguish lies woven into literature. If there’s anything to take home as a lesson IF I ever get out of this place, it is to avoid books that tell nothing but lies. Then again... Alongside the heat of anger is the reminder of Jay’s face. If I’m not well versed in the language men speak, I would have said he looked worn down with defeat. But I’m done. I’m done with this lies. I won’t jump into another gilded cage because some dark haired, brown skinned man with the eyes of a siren thinks we’re fated to be.

“Miss Harper, if you spent as much time actually reading the material as you do challenging me, you might actually learn something.” The bell rang, saving me from a comeback. As soon as class ended, my best friends Mimi and Nelly cornered me in the hallway. “You two are so fucking obvious,” Mimi laughed. “The sexual tension is insane. You argue like you want to rip each other’s clothes off.” Nelly grinned. “Seriously, Lena. You bicker like a toxic couple who hate-fucks every night. Just admit you want him to bend you over his desk already.” “Shut up,” I groaned, cheeks heating. “He’s an arrogant prick who thinks he’s God’s gift to literature.”

“I respect that. Most people dance around it.” I shrugged, feeling bold enough to continue talking. “There’s no point lying or beating around the bush. I am what the boring doctors call a nymphomaniac, they sure as hell tried to fix me in rehab with therapy and tons of medication but there are somethings you can’t really fix.” Isaac took a sip of his own coffee, watching me carefully. “And how are you feeling now that you’re out?” “Horny,” I said honestly, then laughed softly. “But trying to behave. For now.”

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If I had to sit here marinating in my own doom any longer, I was going to start writing bad poetry as you must have realized those are only the talents I have. I answered on the third ring, already exhausted. “If this is a telemarketer, I’m currently accepting donations to the Save Aria’s Ass Fund.” Rebecca’s laugh crackled through the speaker. “Jesus, you sound like you ate gravel. Still no rich uncle dying and leaving you a fortune?” “Miracles are on backorder,” I said. “What’s up?” A pause. Rebecca never pauses. “There’s… an opportunity,” she dragged out, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial level. “I didn’t want to bring it up before because it’s… a lot. But you’re at DEFCON broke, rig