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His veins were popping out from the neck as he felt the blood was pumping madly in his veins. They were soon inside the mart. Lauren was talking to her non stop as she was trying to distract her from the negative thoughts. Her hands were visibly trembling and Sebastian could not tolerate it anymore and left. He went to his personal gym and took off all of his clothes, just leaving his boxers and started punching the sandbag. He does not know how long he boxed for, but his knuckles were bleeding. ''Boss, there is news regarding the trade between Russians and Inland Taipan.'' Ricci was terrified by his demeanor. ''The trade is tomorrow night.''

Unable to comprehend what the hell was happening. “I’m sorry Tom. I didn’t think she’d go crazy on me. She seemed so sweet. And so easy to tame”. Jess continued, trying to work out where she’d gone wrong. “It’s okay Jess. I’ll get Norm to deal with her. I’ve had my fair share of crazy over the years”. Which was not even the start of it. I once had a sub who refused to let go and stalked me for a year before finally being admitted to a mental institution. Another one who had broken into my house and trashed the guest room. This was nothing I thought. If only she didn’t have pictures with Anna.

The best part of my day is refreshing GoodNovel and D****e and reading all the comments, especially because it allows me to interact with you guys. That being said. Writing this story was so gratifying, brought me so much joy, that I’m also not ready to leave that behind. So I am thrilled to announce my new story, “SUBMISSION 101,” a Professor/Student romance which dropped on November 26th on GoodNovel and D****e. It has about 10 times more smut than this book tho, so reader's discretion is strongly advised! Once again, thank you for reading, commenting, gifting and leaving gems!

-D Cassie’s breath caught. Her thumb hovered over the keyboard. She typed a quick refusal. Cassie: I’m not interested. Please stop contacting me. She hit send, heart pounding. The reply came almost instantly. Unknown: That’s too bad. I thought you might want to keep these private. A photo loaded below the text. Cassie’s stomach dropped like a stone.

I was grateful that he only knew of one. "How did you find me?" I asked Alpha King Lincoln. "Where is my daughter?" He asked. "She's not here. Please, just let me live out my days in peace,” I begged. "McKenna, why won't you be mine? This started as a quest with you, but I have always desired you in such a way that I could never admit to my mate. Maybe the Moon Goddess made a mistake," he reasoned. "The Moon Goddess makes no mistakes!" I yelled. “You love Antionette, but you lust for me. That is not love, Alpha. You thirst for me because you can no longer have me. That, my lord, is not love. It is control over another," I added. “Is that what you think? Do you think I want to control you, my

Carter looked the worst. I let them sit in silence for a full minute before I cleared my throat. “Well?” I said finally. "Any progress on my request?" Carter was the first to speak. He cleared his throat twice. “Mr Reed, we've reached out to every contact we have. B&A Corp hasn't responded to a single inquiry. Their gatekeeping is impenetrable. We've tried back channels, industry events, even a mutual acquaintance at the gala. Nothing. They don't engage with firms our size.”

She instructed her best friend and rushed to the bathroom. "What's this?" Tasha found something on her desk. she picked up the booklet and turned the pages, "A new novel?" she exclaimed. "Wait!" Arielle shouted from the bathroom, she had the habit to write it down instead of typing her stories, she used her gift to write 2-3 chapters of her new novel last night before going to bed. She rushed out with the toothbrush still on her hand. "Give that to me." "Nope. You're writing a new novel? A romance novel at that?" Tasha ran around the room reading the notes.

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I bite my tongue, holding back more questions. His face is too raw. Too exposed. And for the first time, I realize—Jack bleeds too. So I change the subject. “Hey, um... do you have a pack library or something?” I ask, trying to sound casual. He blinks. “Yeah. Why?” “Just bored,” I shrug. “Need something to read while you’re off being Alpha-y.” “You want books?” I nod, hiding my real motive.

Might as well grab one of his copies while it was on his mind. He turned back and headed to the bookshelves containing all his author copies. Though he’d only released six books so far, he had multiple copies of each in both hardcover and paperback, as well as some expensive limited editions. Then, there were the movie-ties for the first novel, and several foreign editions Brad couldn’t read but which looked nice. All told, his author copies took up an entire bookcase, and he squatted down to pull one of the extra hardcovers of Suburban Gothic off the bottom shelf.