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Henry" This is the right time to look for the said white book. I need to find that book immediately. I won't wait for Vincent anymore because I know that he's been in the operation now. I know that because I was the one who told him that there was an illegal transaction led by Camille's father. I slowly entered Camille's room, I opened the secret door through the bookshelf and then I closed it. I search every cabinet every place I think that could be. She hides the white book. But I've been searching for about 15 minutes but still, I couldn't find it. So I touch every single book because it might have been a secret locker. Is that possibly the hidden place of that book that I've been lookin

He suddenly snapped and I jolted up from my position before speaking. “A-Adriana R-Reed-” I almost whimpered, blinking away my tears and trying my very best to swallow the lump in my throat. “Adriana Reed.” He started, taking a step back and slipping his hands into his pockets in a calmly manner. No, please no. “You’re the last one chosen.” He finished and my heart dropped at his words. xxx My first time publishing this story on GoodNovel! I hope you guys enjoy it and don’t be shy to leave a feedback please! Much Love, Kathy

I squinted my eyes and glared at her. Tentatively, she removed the paper cover of her book. Underneath was a far cry from the gently paper cover. The paper cover had a street with cherry blossoms blooming on each side. The title ‘Never Apart’ indicated a soft romance. The ‘real’ book cover, the one hidden under cherry blossoms was a half naked man, He had no shirt and showed tight muscles. all over his torso were tattoos His hand enclosed the throat of a blonde girl, she was dressed in a shirt probably his because of how large it is. Her head is thrown back in obvious pleasure and the title is ‘Choke me Harder.’ Definitely nothing a sophisticated young miss should read.

he winked playfully, and I smacked his shoulders. "Just kidding, I need you to look for a book that was stated here; Copperhead Road by Roger Canaff. Read it for me, will you? I tried to search for it online, but the security system blocked me, there is something about that book. I am pretty sure that all the copies in the library have been thrown away too but I'm hoping that this person has hidden a copy. It was stated in the journal that it is her favorite one and she would always hide it behind other books to make sure that no one else takes it," he sighed and looked deeply into my eyes. "Cana," he said in a serious voice.

A problem shared is a problem solved so don't be afraid to tell me anything”. Gabby saw the curiosity in her mother's eyes. She thought of still hiding it away from her mother, but it was impossible because her mother was getting closer to knowing the secret to her tears, so she decided to open up to her mother. Her mother looked at her with a different look with the eagerness to know about her precious daughter. She nodded to her to signal to speak up. So Gabby took a deep breath to explain everything to her and the difficulty why she was crying.

My eyes darted slowly around Duncan's room; although, it was a bit different from what I knew. My gaze immediately stopped on one spot, his night stand. I stretched my hand towards the drawer in the stand and pulled it open—wait, that…wasn't my hand. I pulled out some cash and turned to a lady I had never seen before, but somehow felt familiar. “We're done already?” She asked, attempting to take off Duncan's shirt from her body. “Put your clothes back on and leave.”

Moonlight spilled silver across the herb garden, turning rosemary and lavender into pale ghosts. The convent slept—nuns in their cells, windows dark, only the distant owl calling from the pines. Lila couldn’t lie still. Her body still throbbed from the confessional: the stretch of him inside her, the hot spill on her stomach, the way his thumb had pushed between her lips like a secret she’d never confess again. She ached—between her thighs, in her chest, everywhere.

Calous moved closer to me. “Just trying to keep appearances,” I pushed past him to head out, he grabbed my wrist, spinning me back to him. His eyes exhibited anger and he grinded, “Continue to keep appearances then. Or I’ll tell everyone your little secret.” I looked at him confused, “What secret?” “The cloak you had the other night, wasn’t yours.” Oh shit, he put two and two together. “My dress had ripped. I only burrowed it.” “I also saw you in the library, you naughty slut.” His breath was hot on my neck, oh no… no…I felt my pulse quicken. “Shall we go, my darling bride?” He held the crock of arm out to me. All I could do was accept it.

But every so often, she felt the weight of his gaze across the room. By the time the auction concluded, the night’s real work began. She slipped through a side corridor toward the service elevators, trading satin slippers for quiet leather flats from a hidden compartment in her clutch. Somewhere in the hotel’s restricted floors, a flash drive containing months of illicit financial transfers waited for her. She didn’t hear him approach—no footsteps, no shift of air—until his voice slid through the quiet like a blade. “Interesting choice of footwear for a gala.” She stilled, her finger hovering over the elevator button, pulse ticking in her throat. Turning slowly, she found him lounging agains