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She murmered almost bitterly. "I dunno they say girls who read books are closet freaks something to do with their imagination." I smirked. "Aunt Casey is a bookish shy woman, but according to Aunt Daphne, she'll read a dirty book in seconds, and she is mated to Uncle Adam, which you know speak volumes in the kink department" I chuckled. "Ewww gross Rori." Sage whined. "I know." I shuddered. "But the point is I guess never judge a book by its cover." I added laughing as Sage went pink.

HUNTER Our trip to New York was less tiring than I thought, I can even say that it was a riveting trip, Maggie sleeps cuddle up in my arms while I read ‘Archer’s Voice’ by Mia Sheridan, with the cover covered in black , of course! After all, I’m tired of my friends making fun of me because I’m a MMA fighter who likes to read novels. We get to Park Central Hotel and Gary check us in, I’m so happy for Maggie being here with me I’m barely able to hide my happiness. Gary looks at us hugging in the elevator and throws a bucket of cold water on me by saying:

One she had only felt for someone in the past; her roommate last session, Chloe. Nora's eyes thinned in anger as she watched Trisha. “I was only trying to be friendly, you know, but since you asked ‘so what?’, I'm gonna show that to you.” Trisha's hand encircled her wand even tighter like a cobra round a prey. She wasn't going to back out from a fight. Especially not this. “I can't wait to see what you have to do,” she replied sarcastically. Nora didn't say anything else. She stood up from her bed and furiously marched out of the room, slamming the door loudly behind her.

she read aloud. It's a book written by Collen hover and Ria has always been a fan of Collen hover. She had read almost all her books and this particular one she planned on getting after reading "It starts with us" but she wasn't able to do so because her trip to New York happened. Ria was extremely excited. She would find a way to ask her boss for it. Maybe he might borrow her. Placing the book on her chest, Ria closed her eyes in smile.

I clarified. "Wait—what are you trying to say?" I didn't know how to put it in a way that does not offend her, hence I just stayed quiet about it and just described to her what the specific contents of the book may entail. Thankfully, she obliged without a word. After relentless scouring and searching, we eventually stumbled upon one that met my criteria. It was a journal—a journal authored by a former warrior of the Great Rift. "Are you sure this is what you're looking for? Not a textbook?"

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The class was so silent that I could hear my boots on the wooden floorboard. "My name's Harriet." I told the class, cringing from their judging eyes and only staring at Ginger who avoided my gaze. "We already know that Harriet. How about you tell us the reason why you were transferred from your old school," he said and I turned to glare at him but remembered mom's warning. "I'm from Manchester Central high school, I was transferred for two reasons. Chopping off a boy's finger and attacking my therapist. The graffiti was on purpose because she was an asshat." I said and smirked at their horrified faces as I tapped Storm's head.

, She hissed. I laughed at her fake threat. Girlfriend or wife, she was, and she is the Mafia Queen! . #THE_END . . So, finally, this book has come to an end. Thank you so much, readers, who spent their precious time and money reading this book. Please do give the same love and support to my other books as well. Since English is not my first language, so please forgive me for the mistakes. Please do rate my work by giving your precious reviews.

We wouldn't be scrambling to defend ourselves while the Silver Line pack chipped away at our foundations. The fire crackled in the fireplace, casting dancing shadows on the study walls. My bones ached from the long night of planning, but a different kind of heat burned deep inside me. It wasn't the fire's warmth, but the woman sitting opposite me. Celine, bathed in moonlight, looked incredible. Her eyes, usually cautious, held a new fire that matched the one burning in my gut. All night, we'd talked about how to beat Adrian, whispering plans back and forth. Her ideas, juicy bits of gossip about trouble in the Silver Line pack, surprised me. But the way she told them, leaning in close, her vo

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