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An entry, months ago, in a neat, coded shorthand which was easily decipherable. "Commission: H.A.H. Need: Personal letter, J.M. and R.C. theme: financial pressure, instability. Medium: Institute cream-laid. Second commission: Zurich consortium loan agreement. Co-signatory R.C. Need: Perfect reproduction of hand. The price for speed is high." H.A.H. Alaric Harper.

He pulls back and holds my cheek, then uses his other hand to trace my collarbone and down to my breast. “I’ve desperately tried to be a gentleman with you, but it's obvious you’re not going to let me do that are you? I’m French Harlow, I was born … hard,” he teases, as he grabs my hips and pulls me into the bed, making me squeal. Then he’s on top of me, his lips on mine. My legs wrap around him and I dig my fingers into his hair, desperate for more.

Imani, Kenzie, and Dayna gushed in unison. Harvey only smiled calmly. “Thank you for that, Mr. Lee. That said, I don’t need your help here. “I’ll definitely come for you when I’m in Country J, though.” Harvey held Xynthia’s hand, and pulled her away. He could tell that Harlem was interested in her, so he didn’t want to give Harlem a chance. “You’re declining my help? “You talk like you’re actually capable!” Harlem was filled with rage when he saw Harvey holding the hand of a goddess many in the industry couldn’t.

Modern Fairytale© 2020 by Dazzling Star. All Rights Reserved Disclaimer: This novel is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Perhaps it doesn't support any act of violence or activities against society. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. DEDICATED TO ALL FAIRYTALE LOVER…❤️

The second day after Connor went to war, I had ordered a high tech phone and opened an anonymous account on social media, and I got the first shock of my life since Connor married and made me his slave. A picture of my face and Gracelyn's popped up and I clicked on it, it had millions of likes and comments. "Sold the most luxurious clothes to her highness- A blessed day" I read the caption twice, I didn't realize she was going to put the picture on the Internet, I stared at my own face, seeing my dark circles and ghost hunted eyes, I almost fainted, but the surprisingly I didn't receive any negative comments on my looks, it was filled with people praising my looks and that made me feel nice

As I sat at my desk, I immediately knew who to call. All I could do was hope she remembered me. I dialed her number and she picked it up on the first ring, “Angela King speaking. How can I help you?” I answered, “Hi Angela, this is Harlequin Frost.” Angela gasped, “Harley! Oh my gosh! How are you?” I chuckled, “I’m okay. I could be better. Do you have time to meet for lunch today? I desperately need your services today.”

I asked, my voice laced with curiosity. She let out a slight chuckle. “It’s not hard to spot a harlequin. Just as they have double skin colour, it's also in their eyes and a patch similar to their fur colour on their human skin. So you can always spot a harlequin anywhere.” I hummed, nodding at what she had said, lost in thought. How was I to find a harlequin, if Ruby a citizen of Dark moon pack has proven that there isn't any within the pack, how would I find it. Or was it in Blackwood pack.