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The book lay open on the floor, revealing the page featuring a female who resembled me. Madison looked at me as if she was surprised by the book I had. She then hurriedly came over, removing it from the floor. "I'm sorry," I apologized, hoping I didn't offend her in any way, but still, I was curious about that book. It was about my kind, the River Pack. "I see you've found the book; my ex-mate wrote about the River Packs while studying them before he fell in love with their Luna," Madison grumbled as she shut the book and angrily threw it back into the box.

"So if a balding old man who's 40 years old and weighs 198 lbs asks you out on a date, would you say yes to him?" "No thanks. If I end up having a nightmare tonight, get your ass ready because I'm coming for you!" "Hey, kiddo. Can you tell us which race complex you're at? I wanna try bumping into Madam. Seeing how she has a good eye for men, I wanna get some of that good energy from her." "Have you guys forgotten the memoir about Madam's failed seven-year relationship?" The memoir in question was none other than the PDF document that the gossip-loving netizens had compiled from their discussions.

The Unspeakable casted again the detector. "The black book. The rest is clear." He pointed at a worn leather bound black thin book. The first Unspeakable, who was wearing the blue leather gloves, cautiously picked the thin black book. "'T. M. Riddle'. It seems to be a diary of sorts." She cautiously drops the black diary in the middle of the room, on top of a quickly conjured desk. The other Unspeakable then starts to cast diagnose spells at it. Erik cocks his head to the side and says.

"The bus was late, then my hop card wouldn't work, and to top things off. I forgot my purse at home and had to run here in sandals." “Look, I know you're only sucking dick until your eighteenth birthday and all.” She pops her gum. “But, shit. It must be some good fucking head you are giving if Chad has kept you around this long. I've seen girls leave for a lot less than the crap you've been pulling.” She says in a sparky tone, popping her gum again as she exits the room. Maddie is our brown sugar here at the Clubrooms. She's also one of our most requested girls. That's because she does it all. Her and Layla. I don't know how they come here, strutting their shit around like their something sp

We were worse than broke; we were owned. I was twenty-three now. I spent my days scrubbing the same tiles I scrubbed as a child. My mother, Rosa, was even more angry than before. "Stop looking at those books, Valeria!" she screamed at me one night. I was sitting on the floor of our laundry room, trying to read a law textbook I had found in the trash behind the village library. "Books do not put bread on the table. You are a maid. Your mother is a maid. Your grandmother was a maid. That is all you will ever be!"

I appreciate you guys for reading this story, and as we come to the end of this chapter in the story, I am happy to inform you that we are going to make this into a series of books, with the second book already In the works. I'll inform you when I get it signed so that we can continue the stories of the Badur crime family, thank you once again. Please drop your comments and votes. Let me know what you like, and dislike, and let us work on it together. I would love to hear from you all, let's go! . 🙂

XIENNE Dear Diary, Now I already have a plan on how will I kill Ace. Though my plan would be so hard to make it happen successfully I know it would be all worth it. I trust myself. I will seduce him and get his trust and attention then I will do my dirty little plan. Thinking of it gives me a huge excitement. Surely, killing him will give to me great satisfaction. But for now, I need to do my first step. It is befriending them all to earn their trust in me. I will play good and kind just like I was before. A good girl. I don’t care if they will abuse my kindness again, the most important thing is making them all stupid and then killing them all. No one dared to be good at me from them, and t

Whitmore stands gaping at my diary. "Oh, wow! I didn't know you were a fan of Miss.OG, Ms. Sanders." He said turning the pages and reading my oh-so-difficulty collected handiwork. I sighed in relief. Good, the jerk hasn't figured it out yet. So I decided to play along. "Yes Sir. I'm a really big fan of hers. Well, you know hormonal teenagers, exam and college stress and all that..." I trailed off, laughing nervously. He frowned, thinking. And I took the opportunity to grab a hold of my diary and make a run for it. I snatched the diary from his hands and turned tail.

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Now she had to spend two hours in the same peace. The bus hostess smiled and pointed to the empty seat. Passing between the seats on either side, she reached her desired seat. Her seat was by the window. And someone, who was sitting in the first seat, had his face hidden behind the book. He was wearing a light gray T-shirt and blue jeans. He was completely unaware of the world around him. "The Enemy With John Ventry" had written on the cover of book. Whatever he had was lost in the book when she approached it.