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Cassius didn't look like an easy target. Well... it’s Zara Singh here—only one Zara Singh, a perfect woman who's good at seducing any man. Cassius would be a piece of cake, as the past guys too! And I would make sure to kill him mercilessly at the end.

Mrs Zainab snarled in a venomous tone. “Change your dress and come down to cook food. I'm not your servant. Now get lost.” With a jerk, Mrs Zainab freed her hair. Anaaya squeezed her lips and looking at the floor with still eyes, she went to her room. After changing the dress, she did all house chores on the order of Mrs Zainab. Despite willingly, she doesn't have the courage to stand against her. ********** The next day she came to the university and went to an abandoned place, sitting under the tree. Her heart was going through a strange kind of restlessness.

she wants to stab him for thinking that, but she can understand why he or any of them would think that. "He's gay, for one" she says "He's the one who made sure my babies stays healthy, safe and happy" her eyes turn sad but fade fast as her sadness is replaced with anger "Mason helped me off the fucking floor after being raped and beaten more times then I can remember, him not you, him... he, he never gave up on me" tears stream down her face as she point towards the open door. "It was Mason who kept me sane, it was my little beans that kept me going"

Zain turned silent looking ruefully at his master who wasn't showing any signs of alarm . " If its out there , its out there " said the high priest " we have no idea where and whom to search , and taking a stroll down that girl's memory lane ( 'that's rude ' said Zain) I found out a lot " ignoring Zain , the high priest commented . " I believe someone already has the book of tenebris , spilling blood of innocents , using the magic of puppeteer, locking a soul in someone's unconsciousness , if All of these ain't from that book , then you be my master "

All I got here is pain. “Raven,” Mason says, his voice strangely soft, “let me show you the pack. I should have done it a long time ago.” Zahra snaps her head toward him, disbelief etched into every line of her face. “Mason, no. This is ridiculous...” But he cuts her off, his tone sharp, full of the authority of an Alpha. “Enough, Zahra. You will hold your tongue.” that makes me happy, too happy. I really feel evil right now.

Mason took a U-turn to the pharmacy after dropping Zaphrina off. He had a good time talking about everything and anything with her, like the good old days. When he arrived at the pharmacy, the door swung open before he could reach for the knob. He came in contact with a face that he had seen before: same salt and pepper bob but contrary to the last time she was in a pair of faded jean baggy jumpsuit, this time she had on a short leather skirt beneath a black crop top. Brown ankle boots dressed her feet. Her eyes were shy-green, deep, and kind on an oval face with the fragility of porcelain. Her glossed lips stretched into a smile of recognition. It had a charm and warmth that hypnotized him

Narrated Mason was busy taking care of Zoe in the bear caves while the bears were celebrating their victory. Zoe hasn’t come to since she was knocked out by one of the bears and Mason was getting worried. One of them came to him with a cup filled with beer and handed it to him. “Drink up man, we have won and you have your woman.” He said with a drunken voice. Mason took the big cup and looked at the contents then back at the smiling giant looking man.

I mean who in the hell is she to be giving me the stink eye? She was quite a heavy-set woman and around 5ft tall give or take. She had medium brown colored hair with attractive golden highlights, and all too familiar green colored eyes. I'd say she was around fifty years old, maybe a little younger, and apart from the suspicious look she had plastered all over her face, she seemed like a sweet woman. I mean the woman is wearing a giant pink fuzzy cardigan, how could she not be friendly, right? Well, at least I hoped she was friendly since I'd just figured out that this was what Mason meant by getting me to somewhere safe. So unless this lady changes her shitty attitude in the next few minute

I grab a towel and wrap it around myself. I open the door and walk to my room. Going into my closet,I find some matching underwear. A white lace set. The bottoms are brazillian and fully lace,while the top has breast pads covered by lace. After putting on the underwear, I peak my head out of the closet. I see Mason laying in bed with one leg ontop of the comforter and one arm over his eyes. His other hand lays next to him kn my spot and his leg is burried under the covers.

NANCY'S POV I was very aware that Zade was likely watching this. Watching me read something that was clearly affecting me. Part of me should probably be embarrassed. The other part—the part that had woken up this morning—found it thrilling. I kept turning the pages, slower now, letting the words sink in like warm honey dripping down my spine. The bodyguard had the heroine pinned against the heavy oak desk in his office, one big hand fisted in her hair, the other yanking her skirt up around her waist. No time for panties—he just hooked them aside with two thick fingers and thrust into her in one brutal stroke. The book described it so raw: the wet slap of skin, her choked gasp, the way her na