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I called again, moving toward the door but I got no answer. This guy is not only a nerd, he is also weird and somehow crazy. I wonder how I was going to cope with him when I joined his book club. I grabbed my phone off the table and unlocked it. As the screen popped on, messages flooded in. Group chats messages , especially the ones I've muted for a while now. ‘Arian Smith, Orleans College Book Club President, Accused of Misusing Club Funds.’ I blinked, trying to wake myself from the dream. I scrolled down, read it again and it was still the same.

“Quiet doesn’t mean unbothered. Just good at hiding it.” We fell into silence. The only sound was distant thunder rumbling above ground. I wondered how long we’d be down here. Minutes stretched. My mind wandered to how close he was. How alone we were. “Tell me something,” I said finally. “Why’d you become a librarian? You don’t seem like the type who likes being stuck behind a desk all day.” Mr. Kane exhaled softly. “Books don’t talk back. They don’t expect small talk. I like the order. And the stories. What about you? History major with a focus on obscure trade? That’s not common.”

~Rowan~ Numbers roll across my laptop screen while I half listen to Jason, his voice droning through my AirPods. Across the lounge, Rebecca sprawls on the rug with her colouring book, her legs folded, her crayons scattering like confetti. The new nanny sits beside my daughter, legs folded too, her long auburn hair falling forward as she leans in to touch my daughter’s colouring book. The damp fabric of her navy chiffon blouse stretches across the soft, full swell of her breasts, outlining the shadow of her nipples.

Chapter 1 Lucy POV “Murphy, hand me that highlighter, will you? The yellow one, not the pink. And Scott, stop fidgeting with your phone. We need to focus if we want to ace this econ final.” I snapped my notebook shut for emphasis, leaning back in the worn armchair of the campus lounge. The place was dead quiet this late into finals week, just the three of us huddled around the low coffee table littered with textbooks, energy drink cans, and my carefully organized notes.

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* The Core Monument: The raw gemstone was still sitting quietly in its alcove showing that true value comes from the work itself not from what others think. Marcus sent Elena a message with a spreadsheet, for the catalog. Elena opened it. Saw that the independent bookstores were asking for more books. "Elena, Julian " the message read. "The bookstores want to order our autumn romance series early. We have successfully avoided the algorithms for four quarters in a row. The readers are not just buying our books, they are supporting our way of doing things." Julian put his arms around Elena's waist. They looked out the window together. "They tried to build an industry that would keep everyone r

I could almost hear her breathing heavily beside the wall. I cleaned up traces of my cum from the office, and just as soon as I disposed of the trash, the door to my office opened, and two of my closest pals walked in like they owned the place. What would have happened if they walked in on me jerking off? I shuddered at the thought of it. “Trev, my man!” Kale's eyes twinkled as he saw me and I shot him a wary smile while they sat in front of me. “I won't beat around the bush, my man. We have a club party tonight and you need to show up. You need to fucking get laid!” He said in excitement and Charles nodded in agreement beside him as he sat up.

"That's right, you're somewhat in the same business as them. Do you have any thoughts as to how to navigate the market given they're basically your rival?" "Are you worried that they may try and run you out of the city?" Kathleen asked. I took a deep breath and straightened my back. "I'm not. The Collective are a highly ambitious group, and seek to simply elevate the market with our own ingenuity and passion. If anything, I have no concerns with The Majestic Monarch. They made do as they please, and we will do the same." "But better," I added with a confident smile. Walter and Kathleen exchanged pleased glances as they nodded their heads.

As if we'd been doing it our entire lives and would continue to do so forever more. Zara called it pressing and so that's how I came to think of our activity. It wasn't always at the same time or even every day, but we managed to have regular groups. One morning we might wake up, press together, and get ready for the day. Or after lunch, we'd have an afternoon press in between doing chores or playing games or whatever. And if we missed both of those or were having a particularly 'active' day we'd go for a press after dinner, right before bed.