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Just as she lowered her head, her tears fell uncontrollably. The hot tears fell on her hand, making Samantha feel so lost. What was wrong with her? Why was she being so reckless and sentimental? How did she end up like this? ...... ...... Dear readers, please endeavor to drop a comment after every read. Also please click on the love sign at the top of the book details to add my book to your library so that you can continue to get an update.. Thank you so much for reading my book, Next update will come so soon.

Nanny Rita said it contains some cute stuff from her high school days – a phase in her life that brought her so much trauma. She breathed deep before opening the bag. It contains old slum books and a diary with broken lock. She smirked thinking that her mother could have forced to open it. She must be disappointed to see nothing juicy about the things that she wrote there. Her younger life was boring and predictable until it wasn't. In fact, each page of her diary contains almost the same events. As she randomly went through each page, she noticed a paper inserted within its pages. She almost dropped the diary upon seeing that paper from way back. It's still obvious that it was once cru

I whimper. “I, on the other hand, am feeling very out of control about this trip and I need to be inside my mate again so I can feel confident that I’m ready to face whatever comes our way today,” he says, thrusting inside me as his canines sink into the flesh of my neck. As always, Samson’s venom makes me come instantly and my mate thrusts hard and fast inside me, forcing me to ride out the orgasm and pushing me to a second and then a third before he finally releases inside me.

A wave of something sharp and raw clawed its way through me. Eden. I clenched my jaw, the name reverberating in my mind. I was too young to remember everything back then. But what did Eden, my brother, have to do with our father’s death? I glanced up. Sam sat stiffly, his face a mess of bruises. He was in this condition because of me. Because I needed answers. “Where’s the diary?” I asked, forcing my voice to remain steady. Sam opened his briefcase and pulled out a leather-bound book, old and worn. He hesitated, then looked around, lowering his voice. “There’s more, sir. I couldn’t say it out there.”

Samantha’s POV A smile appeared on my lips as I watched Daniel laid his body beside me. His arms are widely covering my body and his deep breathings bring butterflies in my stomach. He already has a wife. And I know what we did was wrong. But… it felt so good. Especially with the thrill that comes along with it. He fucked good. He has a good body. He is as handsome as his son, Frank. So when I had the opportunity to seduce him, I took it and go with the flow.

He finally got it and passed it to Eli. ‎“Desperate are we? Just a while back you were thinking of a stranger. How do we deal with that now?” ‎Samien whimpered at the question knowing what was in for him but also from the intruding fingers of Eli which were doing dangerous things to him. Eli curling his finger inside of Dame hitting his prostate made his boy yelp and groan, relishing the feeling. Eli worked Damien for some time before telling him, he was going to ride his daddy cock till his own restrained cock exploded. Damien shuddered at the thought but got into position. He eased himself down on his daddy's cock, with Eli's hand gripping his hip tight as support.

“I saw it.” Sammy ran both hands through his hair, pacing now. “This is bad. Like so fucked up bad. We’re talking ancient sacrifice clause bad.” Jane’s eyes were glossy. She didn’t even try to hide it. “You’re telling me the only two books that had answers just conveniently burned?” I felt it too. That sinking feeling. Too convenient. Sammy suddenly stopped pacing and looked at Jayden like he was trying to memorize him. “I can’t lose Jayden,” he said, and his voice broke in a way I had never heard before. “I can’t even imagine life without him.”

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it felt really painful. God, why? The tears that started streaming down his face were making his vision blurry, making him bump against people who were walking. He didn’t even bother saying his sorry, and those people cursed at him, and thought of him as a jerk. But no, Sane didn’t care. Sane didn’t care if those people thought of him as the worst person in the world. He didn’t care if those people thought that he was a spawn of Satan himself, that he was evil incarnate, he didn’t care. Because when one lost someone, he no longer cared

When Sam returned, dusted with sweat and dirt, the children swarmed him. “Uncle Sam! You saved us!” “They tore our roof!” “And our books! Look, Uncle Sam, they’re ruined!” Sam crouched, gathering the broken notebooks into his hands, guilt tightening his throat. “I’m sorry,” he said softly. “This happened because of me. I should have seen how disloyal my manager was. I—” He stopped. The words I am Sam Hartman burned at the edge of his tongue. Maybe this was the moment. Maybe he could finally tell her….