Novel & Cerita Ice Breaker Book Spicy Pages

"In that case, I think the pizza can wait." End of Book One: Incendiary

Unspoken Truths - Chapter 34 Matteo Sareena’s voice tears through the room like broken glass, shrill and trembling with grief. She’s unraveling in front of me, her chest splintering under the weight of death, her sorrow sharp and unrelenting. And beneath it all burns something even wilder. Rage. I let out a laugh, low and controlled. My towel draped over my shoulder as I finish drying my hair. The steam clings to my skin, water sliding down my chest, but instead of feeling clean I feel electric, alive. Her fury feeds me.

my head is still filled with this insane images and I didn't need some boy problems now the locker room was empty when I got there, perfect just what I needed , silence. I sat down slowly, my hands trembling slightly as I opened my bag. the diary was still there, staring at the cover, the bright colors, the stickers filled it front and back, the pink, purple, blue, white, red, all the fucking colors you can think of, it was her, literally and metaphorically her, it was supposed to be filled with adventures and names of friends but instead it corrupted with one persons name, it's so sickening how someone turned something so bright to something so dark, my hands tightens around the book , tear

I ordered and she froze, her eyes returning to meet mine in surprise. “Sir, is there something wrong with the presentation? Why did you ask me to stop—” I slammed on the projector button and it turned off immediately. Good fucking riddance. “Get over here, Lena. On those pretty knees. Keep those juicy fingers away from the floor, I need to taste them.” I ordered and like an obedient slut, she got on her knees, crawling over to me. When she got in front of me, just like I had ordered, she kept her middle and ring fingers away from the dirt. I took her hand in my mouth, licking off the juices that had coated it, and she moaned softly in pleasure.

“Oops!” Celine was surprised. Iced caramel macchiato with Bobba was spilled just like that. She had just enjoyed a little. Today's weather in Manhattan was quite hot and it was best to enjoy a glass of iced caramel macchiato. Unfortunately... “You!” Sella pointed at Celine with an angry look. “What are you doing?!”

I didn’t look back, because I didn’t want to give myself false hope that he would call me back. “Tell me what happened last night. How did you get out?” Harley jumped up from her favourite bean bag by the stone fireplace and sat next to me on the couch with her legs folded, prepared for the gossip session. She began, “It’s all a little blurry and, yeah, about the spiking you said, it’s true. And ours wasn’t the only ones spiked. Almost everyone was dropping unconscious.” “What?” “There was Rophynol in every soda, vodka, whiskey, and so on.”

"The mirror doesn't lie..." "Heavens, so it really was her..." I continued to present my evidence: "Third piece of evidence. A toxicology report of the 'Soothing Tonic'." "Every time the accused claimed she wanted to 'help' me, she would bring me this tonic." "The report shows that this tonic contains a high concentration of Spirit-Shatter Weed, which, when consumed over time, causes a wolf's soul to gradually break." Seraphina's face began to turn green. "That's... that's impossible... I was just trying to help you..."

I opened the textbook on my desk and turned my attention to it. This time, I was the one abandoning them.

Two years later, an unfamiliar account sent me a follow request on Instagram. Given the nature of my work, I was accustomed to accepting requests from strangers. I sent a polite greeting, but the person never replied. Their profile picture was a lazy cat, giving no hint about their identity. Just as I was about to check out their profile, I received a file in my messages. I tapped on it. The title read, "Till Death Do Us Apart: The Romantic Wedding of Christopher Barrett and Yvette Chandler." The cover photo showed Yvette beaming alongside an unfamiliar man.

I was late morning when Tristan entered the room pulling my head of the book, I looked at him in slight amazement. “We have the conference call in twenty minutes.” He greeted stepping into the room as I looked up. “What?” He asked and I held up the book. “Tristan, this book.” I stated not really knowing how to explain it. “It’s a novel, just a story that I found in the library, but it’s based on a family of werewolves, the two daughters, twins, were born with a special gift, they could produce fire and ice.” I uttered and watched as his brows rose. “They later became joint alphas of the their pack. Do you think this could be the story of the alpha twins that we were looking for?”