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He can give me answers, I thought to myself excitedly. I didn't move to get the note, so Nathaniel smirked then frisbeed it towards me. Tristan reached his hand up and managed to snatch it out of the air. He then screwed it up and threw it back at Nathaniel with a snarl. “You won't be telling your Sire a damn thing, you blood-sucking parasite.” He tilted his head back and let out an ear-piercing howl. I squinted and covered my ears until he'd stopped. Seconds later dozens of howls replied, and the vamp's eyes widened. He smirked and then said in a gritty voice,

“They don’t look like humans. They look like creepy witches with the green hairs, no toes, and the attire” “Exactly. initially I thought maybe it was some costume party but when I noticed the toe I was completely horrified” “Alice I don’t think your house is safe. You need to get out of there" “I can’t do that. This will raise suspicion. When are we meeting the fortune teller? Maybe we can show them this picture and can know something” As Ethan was about to type he received a new chat request from another customer order “I will talk to you later Alice. There is a new order request”

It was so similar to the one that had been located in Baycrest—a precious jewel in the center, and writing inscribed on the inside. “Seems we’re dealing with a wizard after all,” said Xavier. “Let me see it,” Alyssa demanded. It was the first I’d heard her talk since my arrival. Ralph dropped the ring into her hand and she held it up to the light, reading the inscription inside. “Teleport,” she said. “What?” asked Ralph, while Xavier and I looked on in surprise. Alyssa turned to us, shrugging at our expressions. “Am I the only one who reads magic stories here? It says teleport. And I’d say that if sorcery really does exist, teleportation isn’t something very special.”

No, at night, it gave full-on horror movie vibes. “The internet connection here is trash! Why the hell would you choose a place with zero signal for your birthday retreat?” Xana huffed, pacing back and forth in front of the window while holding her phone up high like it was a sacred artifact. “I need to know what’s going on in both the human and wolf world. Also, I want people to see this new nightmare set your mom made,it’s absolutely gorgeous!”

Book 2: Crown of Shadows Chapter 48: The Nightmare The dream began with the taste of copper pennies on her tongue. Xalara found herself standing in a corridor that stretched impossibly far in both directions, lit by torches that flickered with flames the color of dried blood. The walls wept—actually wept—thick, dark tears that pooled at her bare feet and soaked between her toes with warmth that made her skin crawl.

Hart shrugged off his tweed jacket and loosened his tie, casual in a way that made her heart thrum. “I suppose we’ll have to wait it out.” Fallon sat across from him, legs crossed tightly as the firelight danced shadows across the Persian rug. She shouldn’t have noticed the way his gaze flicked down to her thighs. She shouldn’t have noticed the row of books tucked behind the encyclopedias leather bound, aged spines, titles in French. Erotica. Hart followed her gaze. Said nothing. But when she rose to touch the spines, tracing one book titled La Petite Mort, he spoke low and commanding.

The Reader stumbled backward. Their faceless hood twisted violently, body bending in impossible angles. “You’re not supposed to hesitate!” they gasped. Liora clutched the book to her chest. “Then maybe this isn’t the final chapter.” “You can’t stop what’s been written,” the Reader hissed. “You can’t outrun the ending!” The floor cracked beneath them, Not ground, But text, Pages of her life peeling apart like skin, And rising from between them, Was a figure made entirely of titles. No face, No features.

His chest seemed to glisten with a light sheen of sweat as he pumped into his hand. “Rene, I’m so close.” After a minute, he grunted as cum shot onto his stomach and chest in thick streams. I wanted to lick it off, slurping and savoring the taste. I wondered how Remy would feel inside my pussy. In my mouth. In my ass. “Next time, I’m coming in that pretty mouth of yours,” he said, as if he’d read my mind. He reached for a toilet paper on his desk and gently wiped his chest and abdomen.

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The long slit revealed my perfect thighs, accentuating my curves as the fabric hugged my skin. Creating little or no room underneath. Before I could say jack, he grabbed the hem of my dress, ripping the fabric to expose my skin. I gasped. My whisper dissolving into thin air “Mason” I breathed. “F*ck!” He cursed, the moment he touched my soaked panties. “Your body beckons me” he whispered, his voice husky. “Mason… someone might…. I whispered, my voice trailing off. My gaze locked on him, as he sucked his lower lips, gentling, rubbing my clit through my panties.