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Long milky blonde hair with a pair red-violet eyes that can drown you into a bottomless pit, reddish lips, and a milky white complexion. This is not me! Clearly, not Nina Facelo! And like a flashback. My whole life before I came here, started flowing. From school, going to a nearby book store to buy the most awaited book that my friends recommended to me. Me, trying to be a hero and ended up dying in a dark alley of the second street. Illuminating Darkness! That’s the title! Yan dapat ang librong babasahin ko. I didn't sleep peacefully. I died young! And to add salt in to the wounds. I am now in the body of the most wicked Dame in Kingdom! The suspected villainess of the famous fantasy nove

CHAPTER ELEVEN Ghost Story, Part 1 Rule number one of Forest Hills; don’t ask questions… you’ll never like the answers. Rule number two; when you do learn the truth, do your absolute best to look like you don’t know… that’ll keep you alive. #surviveFH #Spooksville — Tweet from Raven_Eye. I’m not entirely sure why I let Emma drag me into the school library during lunch. I’m also not sure why I didn’t just shut her crazy theory down immediately after she’d said it.

She quickly pointed on whatever she could make a conversation out from. Looking at it, he smiled. Walking toward the chair, he took a comfortable seat before calling her in with his hand. “Come.” Belle followed him blindly only for her to feel him pulling her in to sit on his laps. He wrapped his hand around her waist, slowly opening the book before her. Belle who was first flustered was surprised when she saw a beautiful illustration on the first page of the book. “This is…?” “It’s a famous story. About a witch and a demon,” Leon’s long finger slowly caressed the drawing. “It’s a very famous story in Hell and a comfort story for me”

I enlightened with a chuckle as I wrapped my arms around her inhaling the beautiful scent of jasmine flower and strawberries. “beautiful” she repeated, and I stilled, weak under her touch as her lips pressed softly against the perfect spot that would have donned her mark if she where a she-wolf. Nina’s pov- Maverick tensed beneath my fingers as I placed another kiss to the spot between his collar bone and neck. A rumble of what I can only assume was his approval of the action rolled from his lips and it set a fire within me to be able to drawl such a sound from him. No matter how mad I am at the boys in our school, this was one boy I couldn’t stay mad at because he was the boy I truly did fe

A soft moan escaped from my lips as a strange heat started to overpower us both. His rough palm traveled on my naked upper body. From my neck, he slowly went down to my breasts, stomach, until he reached my jewel. I bite my lips, trying not to make a sound. Yet as soon as he entered his finger inside my lower fleshy folds, I wasn't able to stop myself from making a loud sound already. And as my moan enveloped the room, the door banged open, revealing the shocked expression of my sister. "What the . . . " She's speechless, and so am I.

The peculiar ring on the witches hand glowed, exuding some sort of green light. “ The question isn’t who I am? It is what I’m going to do with you now that I’ve finally got you. This time, I won’t let you escape for sure.” =========== Hi My lovely Readers, I've three more books on Goodnovel, Alpha's Sexy Seduction Alpha Lucious His Purchased Wife. Do check them out and also please follow me on F*( Elk Entertainment) and i.n.s.t.a(elk_entertainment) Thank you so much, love y'all

The library is dark—lit only by the moon, with books piled on the floors as opposed to shelves. The scent of dust mixed with books floods my mind with memories of my days here, of how I would run from the world to hide here, in books, where maids working under the queen would find me and spill mop water on me. There was none I could run to; mother never reacted well to news regarding the queen, so I set some books on fire and blamed them to get back at them. They were fired, but more replaced them…and the cycle continued. Being a ‘gold diggers’ daughter is one thing; claiming to be without a wolf and being the homewrecking gold digger’s daughter is another.

He throws my body onto his bed and I bounce for a second before his body is on me, his hardening length pressing into the spot between my legs. I try to twist my body and crawl away but Richard is immovable. “Stop!” I cry out, feeling sick to my stomach with fear. Richard forces my legs apart with his body and forces his hands beneath my short black dress. He grips my thighs hard, not enough to bruise as evidence he’d hurt me but just enough to make me feel pain. “Your bodies perfect, Rose. Even some of the female vampires couldn’t compare to you.” He opens a draw and to my horror he pulls out a pair of hand cuffs. Even with me struggling to escape, he managed to handcuff my wrists so they’r

Out of the thousands of spells she proclaimed to know, was there not one that could save her? I find myself in the library, a sanctuary of sorts, away from the prying eyes of the court. The musty smell of old books and the faint scent of burning wax provide a familiar comfort. I trace my fingers over the spines of ancient tomes, picking out one titled ‘Rogueness and the Struggles to Find a Cure’. It’s a book I keep coming back to, its worn pages an evidence to my desperate search for answers. I slump down on the cushioned bench and flip the pages. It opens where I expect it to—revealing a dried rose, tucked between the pages. The petals are brittle, a cruel reminder of a time long past, of a

But more importantly, I saw an orgy well on the way the moment we stepped into the castle of serenity and with the most unlikely of players. Theodrin had her hands full with Marita who seemed lost in pleasure as she bounced on Theodrin's plastic cock. Verin had Dyelin, the Mistress of Spy between her legs, munching on her nectar. Kira and Suain, both Alpha Xavier's girls, were in a sixty-nine, and each seemed lost in pleasure. I never knew that Kira was into females, she had suggested giving me a head the last time, maybe I should let her.