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Since Noah, now Andrew, and Lily Dench know nothing about knotting, clearly, this book has nothing to do with them. Charles curled his index finger, chuckled lightly, and rapped it against Maria’s petite head, "Even if it's unrelated to your background, it has saved you a billion today! What do you think, should we keep it safe?" "Oh yeah!" Before Maria had time to complain about the pain, she carefully picked up the book she was holding, "A billion! You must be the most valuable book in the world, right? Hehe... I will find something to store you in right now, and keep you well preserved."

“Window side’s yours, by the way. I am not a morning person.” “Deal,” Liora said, relieved. Mara dropped onto her own bed and grabbed her phone. “Okay, what’s your major?” “Literature, history… and business,” Liora replied, sliding a notebook into the drawer. Mara’s head snapped up. “Wait — seriously?” “Yes?” A grin spread across Mara’s face. “No way. I’ve got Introduction to Ancient Civilizations with you — and Principles of Business Management on Mondays.” Liora paused. “You’re joking.”

Alice left when she was done. Maria held the book she had gotten from the library and walked out of the room. Her steps were hurried as she moved to the library. Freye was the only one who could give her the truth. As she entered the library, there was an unfamiliar man seated behind the desk. Librarian perhaps. He raised his head from his book as he sighted her. “What brings you here dear?” She stretched out the book on mating rituals and mate bonds. “I came to return this and borrow another.”

Somewhere, someone was reading her words. Her debut book, The First Door I Opened, had been printed just two weeks earlier. It was a slim volume—part memoir, part manifesto, part love letter to every girl who had ever been told to be quiet. Maria had written the foreword, calling Leah “a mirror for the voices we’ve been taught to hide.” The cover was simple: a hand reaching for a doorknob, surrounded by vines. Leah hadn’t expected the attention. She had written the book for her students, for the girls in her workshop, for the ones who cried when they read their own poems aloud. But the moment Maria posted about it, everything changed.

Or Draygons, rather. "Thank you all for coming. I have been looking forward to meeting you since I got here just a short time ago," I started feeling a bit stronger. "My name is Mara Corliss, and I am sister to the one you know as the King's Champion, Erik. I am apparently the mate to your King," I said and winced at the sound of uncertainty. "I am the mate to King Tohrah."

“How’s the pain?” “I’ll live.” I grunted as I picked up the books she had dropped to distract myself from the pain of her checking over my injuries. “I found those on Stephanie’s bookshelf.” She chuckled. “Thought you could use something to keep you busy. I picked that one because the author has my name.” I looked more closely at the books she had brought, chuckling when I saw that one was titled ‘The Rogue Queen’ by Rory McCauley-Hayman. I waved the second book titled ‘Breaking The Bond’, in the air.

She brought out a little key out of her gown as she opened the door. She went to the little library set apart for Lia as she began to ransack through it … “Fuck ! But Gladdy told me the book is right at the top corner of the shelf” She muttered loudly as she checked through the books on the shelf. She was still checking through it in a hurry as a little book dropped, its pages flipped open revealing another book placed inside. Marietta's eyes caught the book as she took it. “Yeah, I’ve got this …” She said, still ransacking the shelf

Mack muttered, knowing closely the feelings his sister had for Banks. - "Look at me, Mack. Do you really think I have no power over Evans?" the words were addressed to her brother, but Mariah was looking at Lora. Mariah Donovan was a model known in the fashion world for the impeccable work she did on the world's most famous catwalks. Even the way she spoke showed how disciplined she was. However, unlike his appearance, his personality didn't appeal to everyone.

MARIELLA “You did what?” Niana squealed through the phone, her voice pitchy. “Marie, you don’t lie about touching yourself to your husband.” “Well, he wouldn’t know if it’s a lie,” I reasoned. “Besides, he didn’t let me answer. Although I was feeling a little awkward to tell him how I tried to touch myself and grossed out at the thought of it and also that my orgasms were like ant’s rhythm when he gave me ones that still has me shaking.”

She didn't feel at all uneasy in his presence. "Mine's a long story. Six years ago I fell hopelessly in love with a young girl I met at a bar. She was a waiter there. Her name’s Aria. We got married after a whirlwind romance. She was very poor and lived with her alcoholic father who tortured her for money. My parents hated her. They thought that she married me for money. They tortured her every minute of her stay here. She was just eighteen and used to cry every day because of them," said Laurence, his eyes filling up at the memory.