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“Oh….I guess, if you want, but you can’t put it inside of me.” I rubbed my hands up and down her ass cheeks, spreading them open. I’d been with hundreds of women, all shapes and sizes, and Sarah really did have the sweetest little ass I’d ever seen. It stuck up in the air, a perfect heart shape, calling to me. “Put your head down and stick your ass out. I need a better angle.”

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He nodded as he picked up a small stack of papers and settled into a club chair that was on the opposite side of the carefully waxed mahogany end table that bordered the sofa. “Are there a lot of humans?” she persisted. Jasper shrugged as he focused his attention on the first paper. “I only met Cora and Bess,” he said. “Then, I was kept in the infirmary the entire time. This is a big place.” “It’s funny that he keeps humans on staff,” she mused. “Cora is his staff, correct?” Jasper looked up from his paper. “Why the interest in Cora?” he asked. Lila shrugged and gave a mock yawn. She didn’t want to admit to him that she’d noticed the way he’d admired Cora and was jealous.

I barely have time to do this before the sensation of tugging once more overwhelms me and the world blurs away. Months go by like this and I begin to lose hope. I have taken to stealing to keep up my supplies as I am dragged world by world, the tugging never ceasing. "I must have travelled to at least a hundred worlds by now. Maybe I should just head home and tell father that this was all a lost cause." I think, the depression begin to overcome my resolve. The tugging begins again and I am once more thrown from one world into the next. **************************************************************************************************************************************************************

In Love With The Maid Onyido, Joy Ijeoma THE MAID SERIES (Book 1) This novel is a work of fiction. Any references to historical events, to real people, living or dead; or to real locales are intended to give the fiction a sense of reality and authenticity. Names, characters, places and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously and their resemblance, if any, to real-life counterparts is entirely coincidental. DEDICATION

The moon hung in the sky like a brilliant, oversized flashlight. Lila leaned her forehead against the window pane. It felt cool and soothing. Peering into the illuminated night, she looked out onto the mountain in hopes of spotting Marcus and his pack approaching the castle. She’d had no word from Ben about the rescue Jasper and the werewolves were planning for her, but this would be the prime time for them to do it. She closed her eyes and tried to visualize Jasper in his wolf form as he raced through the woods with the pack, but the pain in her back wouldn’t allow her mind to focus.

Cara sighed for the millionth time as she completed her work for the day. With Marcus drowned in his work, she knew that he would complete the series soon. The finishing touches shouldn’t take long. Completing all her work, she dragged herself to bed knowing Marcus would work till late in the night. She knew all along that this wasn’t forever yet she couldn’t stop her heart from bleeding with dejection. Will this be the last time they will meet? Will he go away to New York forever?

I turned to her who was staring at the painting too. Bellva nodded her head. "You're absolutely right. But I also like novels." She looked at me with a smile. "I like Holly Black's books. Especially, The Cruel Prince. What novels do you like?" "I like too many, but the only thing I'm addicted to is the novels by Jane Austeen and Sarah J. Maas." And I mentioned the title to her. "I'll try to read it. Sounds good." "I can lend it to you." "Thank you, Amanda." She smiled, I replied it.

But if that was her, what the hell was she doing? Normally, she wouldn’t go anywhere near the kitschy magic, witchcraft, and whatnot shops that lined the Salem waterfront unless someone called 9-1-1…but then again, normal circumstances had hit the bricks six weeks earlier. And she had asked Macky, the owner of Cat Black, to find the book for her. How in the world did she know? What kind of information and knowledge was this? Was she in another body? Not the ballet dance Pearl had learned as a child with Cherryl and Katty as sisters?

Mia shrugged and for a moment I felt like my ears weren't hearing the right thing. "Mia, are you sure you didn't take anything that messed with your reason? When did you start believing in luck, not just any luck but bad luck". I was trying to wrap my head around what she just told me. "Luck exists, this book here talks about it" she handed me a book and here I thought that she was reading a textbook. I didn't know she was reading something else titled "Existence of luck". "This is complete nonsense even if the title doesn't make any sense. Mia, not everything you read in books or on the internet are true and besides where did you get this book?" I looked at the book once again.