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"You've to be careful, my lady. Please always remember your position. You're the Luna of the pack and Damien is your man," I felt torn and heartbroken. I nodded my head knowing she was right. *** I yawned softly after completing two novels, a werewolf, and an urban story. The Rise Of The Secret Trillionaire Heir by rare gem writes and The Alpha's Revenge by Mystic writes. They are available in Goodnovel and Meganovel. I can't have enough of them. I stood up from the chair, stretched my arms widely, and returned the books to the shelf. "Look who we have here," I looked up as I heard his cold and familiar voice.

“Oh, it’s just books.” I’m not listening to her, though. My blood is thundering in excitement. “These are—How did these—” I can’t even form a coherent sentence, just staring at the hardcover books. They are a fictional detective series from a foreign author who doesn’t sell his novels outside his country. I’ve only managed to read his books online, from no legitimate sources. I never dreamed I could ever own actual copies of his work, including his new releases. “Are you crying?!” Jazz looks horrified.

But even when they’re hungover, they usually at least send me a quick message to let me know they’re alive. I put my phone away and try to focus on the book launch that’s happening in front of us. Sarah was right when she said I wouldn’t be bored. I thought I would be sitting here counting the minutes until I could politely leave, but I actually find myself taking an interest in the story. The author reading from what sounds like a mystery novel, and the way she brings the characters to life makes me want to know what happens next. The plot involves a woman who discovers that her neighbor has been living under a fake identity for years.

I didn't know what to type, I just stared at his last message. Mystery man: So you are also a writer on Goodnovel, share me the l**k to your book. I will like to check it out. Me: Just type in itchy fingers or either My daughter's Nanny or Yes, master in the search space. I have two books on the platform, you can check any out. Mystery man: My daughter's Nanny? Is it romance? Me: Yes, of course. A mafia romance. Mystery man: I can tell you are an hopeless romantic.

Shrewsbury The Third Twin: A Dark Psychological Thriller by Darren Speegle Aletheia: A Supernatural Thriller by J.S. Breukelaar Where the Dead Go to Die by Mark Allan Gunnells and Aaron Dries Sarah Killian: Serial Killer (For Hire!) by Mark Sheldon The Final Cut by Jasper Bark Blackwater Val by William Gorman Pretty Little Dead Girls: A Novel of Murder and Whimsy by Mercedes M. Yardley Nameless: The Darkness Comes by Mercedes M. Yardley

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Every prole was a danger until it had breathed its last breath. Reese felt for his pants pocket only to find there were no cigarettes in there. Good thing, smoking was forbidden in the bedroom. He could do it in the kitchen or in the living room, but I didn't want the smoke in here. "It is very unlikely that you will get anything other than roast rabbit and beef chops in Historia." Accidents could happen in Historia too, but that was not an issue here. "They should be fed poison." "Unfortunately, that won't be on your menu." Reese got up from the bed, came over to me and gave me a kiss on the head. “I call Jilin and tell her that we will accompany the transport. You can make food in that tim

"I'll be back at noon for lunch. Prepare us something this time," he said. I sighed as the door shut behind him. I sank on my bed, staring at the ceiling. The texts were becoming something else, Levi was acting weird, and the house was feeling weirder. But, hey, at least I'm getting $1,000 a month. Another text came in, not from the anonymous texter, not from Levi or Nightshade but a totally different number. “Atticus is alive.”

“Oh, it's just booking.” I’m not listening to her, though. My blood is thundering in excitement. “These are—How did these—” I can’t even form a coherent sentence, just staring at the hardcover books. They are a fictional detective series by a foreign author who doesn’t sell his novels outside his country. I’ve only managed to read his books online, from no legitimate sources. I never dreamed I could ever own actual copies of his work, including his new releases. “Are you crying?!” Jazz looks horrified.

Blushing vigorously, I turn quickly and power walk back to duty-free. I can’t believe he remembers my reaction to romance books. Of course, he’d remember to him it seems like yesterday even though it was years ago. I am hating it more and more, knowing that Greg has no memory of the last two years. It is the one thing about this I keep forgetting myself, ironically. In duty-free I look for their book section and try and find a good book to read after I finished reading Stuck in Paradise with You by Laura Carter. How funny that, how this book played out, I now have to live it. So, I look for something a little more darker. Maybe a mafia or even a fantasy with werewolves, I don’t know. Taking