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I tried my best to do just that, but it was difficult while I was being manhandled by a scary looking man-beast who had only turned half-wolf. “Let’s go,” Michael barked in a deep voice that had a growling undertone as he marched from the house like the proud leader that he was. “Kevin can take the women back to the hut. The rest of you follow me. It’s time we set these vampires straight.”

Clicking away on his mouse. "Err... a book?" I draw out. "Which one?" at my blank look he continues " I might be able to help you find it” "The mafia rules? Eva mentioned it and I just wanted to take a peek if that's okay" "You mean this one?" he points to a small brown book sitting just beside the white computer. It’s the same one from months ago. The bloody book. "Oh!" I reached out to touch it then withdraw my hand "I didn't think it'd be sitting right on the table"

--- Country M. The tension in the room was thick as one of the mafia bosses in Country M slammed his hands on his desk upon hearing the unsettling report. He really wanted to catch them and turn them into his, but they just vanished. This will affect his plan greatly. His eyes narrowed into a glare as he turned his gaze towards the person standing before him, his expression a mix of frustration and anger. "All of their and our key operatives have disappeared?" he demanded, his voice laced with barely contained fury. "And no one knows if there are any operatives left in the country."

She described Motus' curse to the mouse and the mose looked at a giant tome on a nearby pedestal. Atzi walked over and flipped through its large pages. She came across one that had a giant moon on it. It told of making ones inner wolf stay out. Before she could finish reading, she heard the doors open. In a panic she ripped the page out and ducked behind some shelves. "Her scent was trailing into here..." a deep voice barked. A group of three men spread out into the room and began looking around. Atzi continued to hide. The mouse squeaked and ran towards the men. She scurried around their feet, making them distracted.

In my heart, I harbored a skepticism born from the lessons of a world where trust was a fragile commodity, easily shattered by the machinations of the powerful. As I prepared to embark on this uncertain journey, the wild mouse - loyal little adorable critter it was - seemed to sense the gravity of my decision. It perched on the edge of the table, its small eyes glistening with a mixture of curiosity and understanding. In that fleeting moment, a silent pact was forged – a vow to tread carefully, to navigate the murky waters of intrigue with as much caution as I could. I swear sometimes the sheer awareness that mouse shows creeps me out like heck.

“Ah… you are already wet. What made you wet, little mouse? The thought of me playing with your arsehole or is it just my touch that can make you so wet?” To Be Continued... Hey guys I checked the book is on number 11 in gem ranking... Please contribute more and at least bring it to top ten. Thanks smiles and hugs!

Mouse came to my office at eleven PM on the second day. I was still working. The framework revision for the network. Incorporating Rosa's eleven years into the methodology section. Ordinary work that I had been using to stay functional while Mouse worked and Morrison's recusal motion sat in the court's queue. Mouse knocked once. Opened the door. He had the particular expression he had when something was both what he had been looking for and worse than he hoped it was. "Tell me," I said.

Walking home with that book felt like stealing light from the sky. In my room, I opened it slowly. The pages smelled like dust and ink. I didn’t understand most of the first chapter. But I didn’t close it. Every night after work, I read one page. Then another. Then another. At the restaurant, Jenna started calling me “Book Mouse.” Leo noticed too. “You falling asleep on your feet,” he grunted one night. “What’re you reading?” “Math,” I said. He blinked. Then shook his head. “Nuts.”

' I thought before closing my eyes as the shouts of my family members echoed around me. Author's Note- Hello my dear readers. This chapter marks the end of My Personal Lycan king (Book-1). The next book in the series is called My Personal Lycan King (Book-2) and is available on Goodnovel to read. I hope you like that book as much as you liked this one. I hope guys can support me like this. Love you all my lovely readers. Your Clumsy Authoress, Angelina

Sighed, as my tired bones melted into the cushioned seat and opened the book with plans to get lost inside its pages. A naughty story about men who shifted into dragons and fought a demented warlock alongside their mates. It had it all: sex, action, and the all-consuming devotion of these men toward their women. I was halfway through the first book in the series when I heard his footsteps padding against the hardwood floors. Felt his dominating presence when he paused at the door and let out a muffled curse when he found the lock engaged. It took everything in me not to laugh and give myself away.