Captive To The Ruthless Heirs
Spicy Candyon the sidewalk bleeding short storyit novel sewer scenefootsteps in the dark bookthe darkness was comfortable for me wiki
I snapped the book shut, completely losing my mind in a fit of genuine howling laughter.
“Elijah?” Jasper asked, his face twisting in disgust. “As in Elijah Brooks? The golden boy?”
“The one and only,” I wheezed, wiping a tear from my eye. “This girl is writing an erotica about Kingsborough’s favorite little choir boy. Oh, this is pure gold. This is blackmail heaven.”
“Who is it?” Silas asked. His voice was terrifyingly calm but there was a dangerous edge to it now.
I flipped to the inside cover of the diary. There, written in that same meticulous loopy handwriting was a name..