Romans & histoires Playing For Keeps Book Series

] ‘I am not alone, I am with Kianna… tch’ [Just go or you won't see your collections again] Standing up as soon as she heard that, indeed there was a book she had been collecting for years. “Mom… don’t…” ‘Taking them as hostage… ha…’ [Then I won’t get my hand in your collection if you just go] ‘Shit…. This is no good. This is bad… this is bad… what should I do?’ “Mom, I can’t” [You don’t want to see your collec-]

Leo’s POV From the moment Lyra—my twin sister—introduced me to her boyfriend, I knew I was fucked. Ken was a hockey player who was everything I wasn’t supposed to want, apparently. Tall, broad-shouldered, with that easy, confident smile and bright Hazel eyes. Living with Lyra had basically turned into living with Ken too. He was always around cooking in our kitchen, sprawled on our couch or laughing at Lyra’s very terrible jokes. He followed her everywhere except when she went out with her friends. Like tonight.

Chapter 61 Jace POV I've been walking to and fro in my hotel room for I don’t know how long. And if only the door can talk on how many times I set my eyes on it, maybe it will scream loudly to my face to stop digging hole on it. I've been waiting for my friends Kyle and Mason, if my computation is correct, they should be here any moment. With fingers’ crossed, I hope and prayed harder that they will bring with them a piece of good news.

*The end* — New Book Alert — Gail Palmer is a witch living as a human ever since her parents were murdered. When she rescues an injured husky on the side of the road, she gets much more than a quirky new pet. She finds herself right in the middle of a war between the werewolves and witches. Gail must discover who she can trust or she may just lose her heart and her life. The Cursed Alpha’s Witch **Coming in the next few days**

“Know your place, Brook.” She pulled me aside and spoke harshly. “What? Do you think she’s yours just because you slept together a few times? “Who do you think you are? You’re a stud we handpicked. “If you want to keep your job, you better keep your mouth shut and stay at your post. “If you don’t want to work here anymore, get out. I need to warn you, though. Don’t come crying to me when you lose everything.” Then, it hit me. “What do you mean by a stud?”

When I found Silas Pembroke, he was carefully untangling a strand of another woman’s hair from his tie clip. The two of them were wrapped around each other, far too close to pretend otherwise. He let out a mocking laugh. “Jenna, what exactly are you going to accuse Sienna and me of this time?” Sienna Vale smiled sweetly. “Mrs. Pembroke, you stayed away longer than usual this time.” I steadied myself and said, “I’m not Jenna. I’m her twin sister, Summer Sinclair.” Silas burst out laughing. “What is this, your latest stunt?” Then his expression hardened. “Keep pushing me, and I can’t promise you’ll stay Mrs. Pembroke forever.” I only looked at him and said quietly, “Silas, my sister left three

Dear Reader, Sadly we have come to the end of Brett and Daisy's journey. It's been such a beautiful one no doubt. And I'm so grateful we went down this route together. If you enjoyed reading about Brett and Daisy, then don't forget to drop a kind review for me. I know you must be wondering what happened to Ugo Chike. If you are, then you have to see for yourself in my next book, "THE BADASS MAFIA BOSS QUEEN" (already out).

He said it lightly, but it didn't land lightly, and I stood there with my cane in my hand long after the sound of his footsteps had faded back into the house. That evening I was in my room, sitting on the edge of the bed, turning one of the small carved figurines from the dresser over and over in my hands. Gretta had told me once there were three of them — a cat, a bird, a boat — arranged in a line like they were going somewhere. I always reached for the bird. I liked the way its wings were slightly lifted, like it was deciding. A knock came at my door. Not Gretta's knock, which was soft and apologetic. This one was once, clean and certain.

Deacon waited until the garage emptied out that evening before he pulled the second phone from beneath the loose floorboard under his workbench, the one he'd hidden there three years ago and never once let himself forget was there, no matter how many nights he told himself he was going to dig it up and throw it in the river instead. His hands weren't steady as he typed. They never were, not for this. He's asking questions. Getting close. The reply came back faster than usual, which told him more than the words themselves did.

There were only five words in his reply. "Who on earth are you?" I lightly tapped on my screen and replied to him for the first time. "Who do you wish I was?" Moments later, Austin sent me a video call request. I fell back onto the bed and calmed my breathing down. Then, I threw my phone onto the bed and let it continue ringing for all I cared. I had been keeping up with this game for more than two weeks. It had started off with just photos of me in my underwear. Eventually, things escalated until I was now sending him videos of my masturbation.