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Holy shit, there's something behind those books. I'm examining the bookcase closest to the wall, every fucking inch. Now I see it. There's just a little gap between the outside one and the next one. The others are screwed tight. This is a fucking door. Really? This is so cliché, a secret fucking door. But why? Gold, baby, that's why.

It’s an old leather-bound book, with a red leather cover and a gold emblem on the front, she turns it to read the spine, “The Parrot and the Hunter. Is this a children’s book or a weird shifter romance novel?” Morpheus laughs, and she sits down and opens it, “Ah, romance novel.” She taps it thoughtfully, “No pictures.” She smiles as Sol flushes and she curls up on the sofa to read, she flips through, “Oh, my apologies, there are pictures.” Sol groans as she takes in the etching of two people clearly fucking each other senseless. “Informative pictures.” Morpheus laughs hard,

Calm voice, sharp edge. I didn't answer. Explaining was pointless. He headed for the door. "Follow me." I trailed him, careful to keep space between us. He stopped at the guest bath, opened a hidden cabinet. "You left it here." The doors swung open and my face went hot. Past a couple bottles of skincare, the rest was... humiliating. Vibrators in every shade, whips, cuffs, lube, and a stack of graphic books—Conquest of Desire, The Ultimate Guide to Pleasure, 365 Sex Positions, The Hidden Arts of Intimacy.

My gaze shifted, and that was when I noticed a corner of something purple peeking out from under his pillow. I lifted it and found another notebook. Now, this looked like something he didn't want anyone seeing. Despite knowing that, I still pulled it free, a pack of cigratte sliding into view beside it. I ignored it and opened the notebook, my brows furrowing as I was met with drawings of faceless naked women. I closed it slowly and slid it back under his pillow, trying not to think too much of his rather odd hobby when his phone vibrated on the bedside table.

At that moment, she was going over a book with her laptop switched on, an online lecture playing on its screen. Nathan decided not to disturb her this time around. Instead, he opened the door to a slit so that he could peek in on her. Meanwhile, Hilda was reading a pornographic book intently. The book was full of X rated graphics of couples. If Nathan found out about the book, Hilda was sure that he would teach her a harsh lesson. Therefore, she only dared to read it secretly at home. In fact, she had secretly stashed some away too. The drawings were so lewd and exciting that she thought she was on the verge of getting a nosebleed.

Just as she was about to delve into the pages, something caught her eye— a medium-sized box tucked away among the books. It was unassuming, blending with the surroundings, yet something about it tugged at her instincts. The box was weathered, hinting at its age. It was hidden and nestled among the books like a secret treasure waiting to be uncovered. It exuded an aura of secrecy, and her heart raced with anticipation and trepidation. With gentle hands, she lifted the lid and peered inside. A gasp escaped her lips as she beheld a collection of photographs. It was pictures of a young boy and girl who looked so happily in love as if nothing else mattered.

He tells me to take a seat on the little blanket which was on the floor as he looked through the items, I do as I’m told and sit down whilst pulling the blanket which was already around me tighter, now I was away from the fire I was beginning to grow colder. “I have been awaiting your arrival for many months, that is why it was not a surprise when you and your friend appeared.” He tells me still looking for whatever it was he was looking for, before too long he turns around with a huge black book in his hands. “I believe this is what you have been looking for.” He smiles handing me over the book, as I take a look down I see the title The Dark Secrets Of The Realms, this is exactly what I hav

I have no idea what I am looking for when I stop. Oddly out of the corner of my eye, I see a picture of two red-haired people looking at me from behind my parents in the picture. It is as if they are nested behind them. I look back quickly, and there is no one there. It is only my parents in the picture. I wonder what that means. Maybe I will meet them soon. Are they important to me somehow? I have no idea how my visions work.

Ryan was the one who always grabbed those. Why am I even remembering him anyway? The contact of Charles' skin on mine as he tries to help me grab the wine glasses freezes me in my spot. What is he doing? This body contact is driving me insane. My breath hitches when his hand touches mine. The beating of my heart accelerates and I turn to face him, which was a wrong move. His grey eyes has turned a shade darker, the hunger and lust so evident in them. There's something else shining so bright in those grey orbs that I can't put my finger on.

SARAH After two days of him ruining me, I stormed into his office the next evening, my hands shaking as I went through his computer while he was in a meeting. What I found made my blood boil. A hidden folder. Pictures of other secretaries before me. Notes on their cycles. And worse, records of the special "vitamins" he had been slipping into my morning coffee for weeks. Fertility drugs. The bastard had been drugging me to make sure I was extra ready for his cum.