Movie The Little Black Book の小説・ストーリー

I walk towards my mini-library I have in my room and I bring out a book, it's been a while since I got lost in one of these fantasies. I take one out, I use my hand to trace the Braille, this was my favourite book. The Princess Diaries, I remember always reading this, I made my father read it to me when I was little as well, I remember Pretty Little Liars, I overheard someone talking about it, and when I joined in their convo, they were talking about the movie, I only read the book, funny how most people don't know that most of these movies and series were based on books, and yes these books are re written in Braille so blind people like myself can also read it.

Ava whimpered, walls fluttering around Jordan’s fingers. “And when you’re really going at it?” Jordan leaned closer, lips brushing Ava’s ear. “I grab my dildo from the drawer. The thick purple one. I fuck myself with it while I listen to you come. Imagining it’s your mouth on me. Or your fingers. Or your tongue.” Ava’s eyes widened, a fresh gush of wetness coating Jordan’s hand. Jordan pulled her fingers out slowly, slick strands connecting them to Ava’s entrance. She reached under the bed and pulled out a small black vibrator, curved, and ridged with a pronounced head.

I nodded, though disappointment fluttered in my chest. The Living Book wasn’t something easily hidden. Its very presence radiated light and power. If he carried it with him, anyone with eyes would notice. That meant he was keeping it locked away. That night, I slipped quietly into the woods once more. After days of forced silence and distance, seeing Zevarion again felt like a balm against the growing storm inside me. We sat close beneath the cover of trees, the firelight flickering gently beside us. I told him everything, what I had overheard outside Xareth’s office, what I suspected and I feared.

CHAPTER 8: DOC MELISSA At present time… Amelia Solace Bernard, the point of view. I wasn’t expecting that I will be brought in a luxurious condominium in NYC while Jacob is pushing me with a wheelchair and I just couldn’t imagine myself looking like a crippled human being. My body is full of dusts and dirt and my face even looks like a homeless person now. Mike is with us, too. He was the one guiding us through the long hallways and through the elevator. There are many people staring at us – at me. They must’ve been thinking as to why I am looking like a trash and being pushed by these two giant men beside me.

Louis POV "You owe me the truth. Tell me now! Have you been the one blackmailing me? Have you been pretending all this time?!" My voice cracked as the words left my throat. I didn’t plan to yell. I didn’t plan to break like that. But I did. And then, she broke too. Tears. Tears spilled from her eyes in a flood that caught me off guard. No sound. No wailing. Just silent, steady weeping, like a river that had broken through a dam. She didn’t make a sound. Not even a sniffle. Just tears. Pure and heartbreaking.

If it was a competition, he didn’t stand a chance. “Oh,” Sabrina said softly, her voice tinged with realization over something Denzel said. She covered the phone’s receiver and turned to me on the bed. “What was the film about?” she asked, a hint of panic in her voice. “I don’t know,” I said lazily, still sprawled on the bed. It was a horror story with a romance subplot. I didn’t tell Sabrina that. Sabrina looked away, a little panicky. “I’m sorry, Denzel,” Sabrina said into the phone after uncovering it. “I honestly wasn’t watching. My life’s been a mess.”

Shameless! A gut feeling of irritation rose in my belly and I hissed. I saw a big black book on the top of the drawer and I opened it. What I saw in it left me mouth agape and wide-eyed. Though I didn't understand what was written in it, the few I could grasp were shocking. Massimo vends drugs too? He doesn't just use them, he sells them as well. He even owns the largest drug shipment in New York. Heard about it a dozen times. This is why they call him dangerous.

I lock the screen and drop my bucket of Ben and Jerry's ice cream as I walk towards the front door. God I hope it's not George. I'm not in the mood for a conversation right now and I didn't tell George the company I was supposed to get a job at was Killian Black's company. I don't think I'll be able to answer his questions. It's not like I owe him any answers. I unlock the door and pull it open, revealing no other than the devil himself. Killian fucking Black. What's he doing here? How did he find me? And why on Earth is he looking so damn hot in that fine custom tailored suit?

Full documentation—years of embezzlement, bribery, ties to criminal networks, the blackmail plot, the assassination contract with tonight’s payment trail. The midnight call recording—her voice clear, venomous. The bedroom attack footage—edited to protect privacy but showing the intruders’ entry, the shots, the confession. The world turned on them overnight. Headlines shifted like a tidal wave. VANESSA BLACKWOOD ARRESTED IN SHOCKING CONSPIRACY AND ATTEMPTED MURDER PLOT AGAINST STEPSON AND STEPDAUGHTER HARLAN VOSS IN CUSTODY—BLACKMAIL SCHEME LINKED TO ASSASSINATION ATTEMPT UNRAVELED