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It was my first time going to get my book published, and I was nervous and also excited. "Thank you so much, ma'am..." "That reminds me... After reviewing the work, we have decided to offer you a one-time payment of five thousand dollars. This way, MoonNovel has the copyright to it, and can't be published on another platform. Do you agree to that?" She asked me, and I almost scoffed. I mean, does she need to ask me that? I'm fucking interested. This is a jackpot for me. I have never earned a thousand dollars all my life, and now I was going to earn five times of it, so how the fuck was I not supposed to be interested?

Suddenly, a chilling stream of wine was poured onto my head. After the deed was done, Nicole casually threw away the bottle of wine and smirked mockingly. "Are you a sow, Penelope? How in the world are you able to still get pregnant after five miscarriages? I study medicine, so you can't trick me—I know signs of pregnancy when I see them.

The counter-verse, the holder’s shield: Five gifts to ground what power yields Salt for truth, and ash for wrong, Wind for change, and bone for bond; A name once kept, at last set free Thus caged fire learns to breathe. “When sky turns iron, mountains mourn, Seek eyries where the storms are born. There waits the last, the final sworn, To close the wound and crown the thorn.” “Beware the crown that sings of war; A queen may rule, or end the shore. If grief is helm and rage the blade, Balance bleeds and light will fade. But choose the quiet brave instead Build with hands that once drew red.” “And if they stand, the five made whole, One breath, one will, one woven soul,

" she looked at me, her eyes glossy. I sighed. Then she looked like she had remembered something all of a sudden and got up and walked to the dining table to retrieve something from her bag. I turned to look at the fireplace and saw that there was a lighter next to it, maybe I could light it up later on. Latifah came back to me with five books in her hands. She handed them to me. "I hope you like Percy Jackson." she told me while I stared at the books. It was a series. I looked at their covers. #1 Percy Jackson, The lightening thief. #2 Percy Jackson, The sea of monsters. #3 Percy Jackson, The Titan's curse. #4 Percy Jackson, The Labyrinth. And #5 Percy Jackson, The Last Olympian. I stared a

Five years of marriage. Then I saw his post. “Happy fifth anniversary to my beautiful wife. Five years with you still feels like the beginning.”I smiled without even realizing it. Today is going to be a good day,I told myself. Damian and I had been married for five years. Five years of loving him, adjusting to him, building a life around him. He had been away on a business trip for months now, and I had been counting down the days to this one. He promised he would be available just this day and I believed him.

Cristof returned with his three friends, along with everyone else. After a few minutes, our next professor entered. “Good day, class,” he greeted. We stood up. “Good day, Vice Lead Alpha Odin Filtiarn.” “Okay class… sit down,” he said with a smile, taking his seat. “For today’s topic: The Nervous System. Give me four parts of nerve cells.” “Alpha Ulrika?” he called. I stood up. “Dendrites, cell body, nucleus, axon,” I answered calmly.

“How many women are here?” “Five, three more in the room next to this one. I haven’t seen any others.” “Havoc will get us all out,” I mumbled. “He is going to come for me and I will make sure the Savage Sons get everyone out. Including your daughter. Don’t worry.” I sounded surer than I felt but the woman in my arms needed something to cling to. Even if it was just hope. “The Savage Sons?” “They’re bikers.” I let my eyes close for a second before I forced them back open again. I couldn’t fall asleep. I had to stay ready, so I could be helpful when Havoc burst through the doors like my knight in shining armour. “What’s your name?”

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The novel lay open under her hands-wet, crumpled, dog‑eared. He looked at it, then at her. He pulled the book free with one hand, and his own wet fingers brushed between her thighs again, smart with urgency. "One more time?" he rasped. Claire stared at him-ache behind her eyes, voice hoarse. "Yes," she finally breathed. "One more time." He kissed her, deep and rough. Closed the book with his other hand-cover snapping shut with authority. She rode him one more time, skin slick, body trembling, pulses crashing as she came again-slow, powerful, echoing under the hush of books. Rowan groaned and came with her, feeding her tight until he fell forward, forearm over her back, his breath ragged.