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He leaned back against the counter, flipping the cover open. On the first page, written in bold, uneven handwriting, were the words: “A Secret Collection of Male Confessions.” Adam let out a quiet breath, a faint smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “Confessions?” he murmured. “What kind of confessions…” He turned the page. The handwriting inside was rougher, heavier, different from one section to the next, like multiple voices trapped in ink. Different men. Different stories. His curiosity sharpened. He kept reading.

Ace was a little confused as to why this woman was sitting in the empty chair in front of him. Ace glanced up, his curiosity piqued by the unexpected intrusion. His gaze narrowed as he observed the woman, his expression guarded as he reached for the folder. Who is this woman? How did she receive this? Flipping it open, his eyes widened in recognition as he scanned the contents within—George's name emblazoned across the top in bold letters. As he dove deeper into the dossier, his lips curled into a sinister smile, a predatory gleam flickering in his eyes. The woman watched him closely, her own expression inscrutable as she awaited his reaction.

That puzzled her but trusting him and Nicholas, she nodded. Today, she was closing a chapter in her book. They were entering a very secluded and secured place, with intimidating men guarding the surrounding area. A man, she was sure in Nicholas's class met them. He was just as intimidating as the group of powerful men she had come to know and respect. The difference was, she could glimpse some tattoos on his neck and knuckles, the only part of his skin his perfect Cavalli suit did not cover. "Sweetheart, let me introduce you, Lucifer. He is an honorary member of the club." Nicholas declared.

As Tommaso steps out of the wardrobe with a smile, I get a strange feeling in my stomach. Just keep calm. Taking a deep breath, I concentrate back on my book. But the ink on the off-white paper pages seem to melt into a blur as I sense the bed dip. Tommaso sits beside me, leaning on the headboard as well, and looks into the book. “What is it about?” “Some murderer doing some crazy rituals with his victims. Like something as a tribute to the Nordic Gods.” He chuckles, and my stomach turns, “Sounds interesting.” Oh, God. What does he want?

However, Shadow might be annoying but Daimon is more dangerous. (Something about that man is fishy as fuck,) he thought to himself before putting on his facemask and hat. He towered over almost everyone in the facility with his big bulky muscle and the height of a giant. While he was walking, he saw Keisha talking with a man twice her size. "Your masculinity is fragile and intimidated by a woman. Can't do anything about that, can I?" She fought with words with the same man that has been bothering her after the combat battle with Daimon. He watched as Keisha stood her ground without feeling a tiny bit of intimidation.

I state, because I will never stop loving him. “I love you too, pretty boy. I always will.” His voice is filled with so much love and there is no denying that Nikolai and I were meant for each other. He's my love, my peace, my husband. Always and Forever. ……. I can literally feel my eyes water as I come to the end of the book. It has been a roller coaster of emotions. I wouldn’t have done this without my readers' support. Thank you all for giving me this chance and I’m so glad that you guys liked my book. It is my first time trying to write a MM book and I ended up getting your love. Mind you, this is not goodbye. Book two of the series will be released soon and the couples there will be Iri

And I came—without touching myself—watching my boyfriend's dick disappear into another man ropes of cum spurting and painting the door to the closet, my dick twitching and humping against it (I hoped yall enjoyed it… wait in anticipation for more like this…. I’ll be uploading the book as soon as my editor and I are on board…. Which is soon, watch out for JERKFOLIO … yeah pretty weird title but I kinda like it . I’m also sorry for the slow updates my sweet loves, exam had been taking a toll on me, I won’t be done until this month ends but I’ll definitely be uploading a lil bit here and there I love you all for sticking with me till now… I really do)

I dodged it and tried to counter his attack by squeezing my way through, but his large burly frame made it difficult, and in seconds, I sighed as he had me pinned again, but this time, to the door. I pounded hard on his chest, but he barely even budged, a hint of amusement and indignation flickering in his eyes. “No one has ever hit me and left with their head still attached to their shoulders. You’re lucky you’re my woman, but you have to understand that I’m an Alpha, and you will submit me to me whether you like it or not.” I was repelled by his disgusting words. Wasn’t this asshole married? “I’m not your woman,” I growled. “I will not submit to you, never!”

His chest rose and fell with a deep, rhythmic breath, his abs tightening under my gaze. Michael's movements were sharp and decisive as he yanked his shirt from his body. He was broader than Divine, his muscles a testament to years of brutal training, each one carved and honed to perfection. Standing there, shirtless and utterly dominant, they were a study in contrast but a united front in their desire. Michael reached for his belt, the metal buckle clinking sharply against the silence, his gaze locked on me. "Let's go to the bedroom," he rumbled, his voice dropping to a gravelly growl that resonated deep in my core. "I'm going to fuck the hell out of you."

I look at Alexander and he looks just as puzzled as me “What do you mean the one to rule them all?” “This is a book from my parents stash, it talks about a powerful female that is a triplet and in generations to come they will rule over the werewolf community” “Are you seriously telling me that a girl is going to lead all of werewolf kind?” Alexander was laughing at the thought. “And what is that supposed to mean?” Kayla slams the book shut sending another cloud of dust into the air, her eyes were black and she was staring at Alexander annoyed with his question. My brother had little respect for women being in charge, yet he better get used to it.