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Daisy stopped chewing the cookie for a moment but did not tell Ashley that her boss was not an older man. “Why are you baking a lot of cookies today, I think these are enough for two of us” “Oh, we have new neighbors that moved in today; let's go greet them.” Daisy nodded her head in agreement; they were only on this floor of the building, and knowing that another family going to live with them on the same floor made them glad. Ashley put the cookies in an appealing container and rang the bell, both were happily waiting for the door to open, but as soon as the door opened smile on Daisy's face vanished after seeing the man in front of her and shock took place

Sophia flopped onto the unfamiliar bed, her mind swirling with images of ropes, blindfolds, and leather cuffs. The spare room at Lucas' place felt alien - all crisp white sheets and bland decor. Nothing like the cosy chaos of her own bedroom. "Fuck me," she muttered, running a hand through her tangled curls. "What the hell am I getting myself into?" She rolled onto her side, staring at the list she and Emily had created. It sat innocently on the nightstand, but Sophia could practically feel it radiating kinky energy.

I was made for him, and he for me. The End. Hello, everyone! I’m Tess, the author of this novel. I hope you enjoy it. I believe this is the beautiful ending we’ve all been waiting for as we begin reading the story. I don’t know how many people will read my novel all the way to the end—or if anyone will read it at all—but I want to sincerely thank you if you have. This is my very first novel. I know I’ve made mistakes, and it might be a little slow at times, yet I am proud that I wrote it. Dante and Evelyn’s story has lived in my imagination for years, filling my nights with thoughts, dreams, and emotions. I’m grateful that I could bring it to life in words.

Being ensconced in her bedroom for the majority of summer– a room secluded in the upper part of the mansion where the air was cooler and food was lacking– created an uninhabitable environment for the rodents. Where man can’t live, rodents fare no better. Parisa watched as Eliza reached for something round wrapped in newspaper. Her heart pulsed a brief wave of anticipation as the maid began to unwrap the item, and she inched closer as a result, forgetting the rules. The maid’s head lifted then and their eyes met once more. She arched a fuzzy brow, “Now you know what happens when you get close.” A flush surfaced beneath her cheeks. Dropping her gaze, Parisa murmured an apology and took a casua

I stared at the scarf and couldn't help but laugh coldly. Whenever our top-tier tailors crafted a custom cloak, they always included a silk scarf to wrap the garment. I had seen this very scarf before. It had been tucked beneath the Silver Moon cloak in my storage cabinet. Now, this freebie was being presented to me as a heartfelt gift. How ironic. I took the scarf, running my fingers over the coarse fabric. Then, I tossed it into the nearby fireplace without hesitation. The flames devoured it instantly, turning it into ashes that drifted into the air.

WET DESIRE ALMOND~~ The library was quiet, save for the rustle of pages and the occasional creak of someone shifting in their chair. My head was propped up on my hand, my eyelids heavy as I tried to focus on the dense text in front of me. The words blurred together, and I found myself drifting, the warmth of the room lulling me into a half-asleep state.

Everyone knows me as a gentle and calm wife. On our wedding night, my husband, Julian Chapman, sleeps with another woman. I tell myself that it's part of being married and that I should be understanding. He blows through the 30,000 dollars I brought into the marriage. I kept my silence. Then, he brings home one mistress after another. I pour them drinks myself. When his gambling debts finally catch up with him, he sells me to a brothel without a second thought. "This is my wife. She's quiet, obedient, and easy to deal with. Take her instead. Do whatever you want with her." I laugh. He has no idea that I had a reputation before I ever married him. They called me the Queen of Hell. I ha

"May you become the weapon I raised you to be." Her plans for a whole century were starting to be implemented, one after another. And it felt so damn good! AUTHOR'S NOTE: Hello my dear readers, I'm sorry I had to take a little break to get some inspirations for my novel in order to serve you better. And I equally wasn't feeling good too. Your support on this novel is what keeps me going. Please do well to send in your gems, comments, everything that will help this novel get to mire audience. I really appreciate you so much.. Again, I would love to know of your opinions on this chapter and the ones to come. So do well to comment. Smiles.

I heard a loud shriek from a girl that I think is Lucy. I heard loud laughs before hearing apologies afterwards. I opened my fridge to look for something to drink to calm my nerves down. I heard the email tone of my MacBook. I immediately walked to see Kino’s message. There were already two messages. Did I waste a lot of time watching that scene? Hmmm… From: Kino Sloane Subject: CURVY WOMEN ARE THE BEST! PART 2 I don’t know about men from other states but I think men from Illinois would choose curvy women over anyone. Anyway, you should look for some real hot men there. I heard Californians are yummy. :P

Catherine inquired from behind, her voice catching everyone’s attention. Catherine, Asher’s sister-in-law, approached the scene, extending a hand towards Chloe’s gift. “May I?” she asked, fixing Chloe with a friendly smile. Chloe nodded, giving the box to her aunt. With a click, Catherine pried the lid open, revealing the gift: a diamond necklace. Dahlia offered Catherine a polite greeting, which was coldly ignored as Catherine’s attention was entirely focused on the gift. “It’s a diamond necklace!” she gasped.