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Yeah, he'd learned to practice patience, but dealing with the police while they questioned Betty had just about driven him to the edge of reason. He opened the car door for her, holding her elbow as she climbed in. Daylight had waned, and the parking garage was dimly lit, the sound of other hospital visitors echoing through the cement structures. Betty listened for other things. Furtive footballs on the pavement. The click of a gun safety being released. The slide of fabric or the soft huff is a breath. Someone had tried to kill Dan just a few weeks ago, and there was no reason to believe that person would be content to let him live. The road went quiet as he stepped around the car. The soun

“Thriller and thriller, the occasional mystery. I pulled my bag from under the seat in front of me and grabbed one of the markers. from Damien. — So maybe you like this author. In these books, the adventures take place in Australia and it is a series with a police protagonist. There's a touch of the supernatural as well. He looked to either side of the marker, then nodded. - Thanks for the tip. I'll look later. Then he placed the bookmark in his book and continued reading. When I turned around, Damien was watching me, a smile on his face. - Good job. Thank you.” He stretched, and stroked my arm lightly. - As is the marriage thing? “It's scary, exhausting, I don't know how we're going to mana

Roy nodded absentmindedly, vision frolicking over the shelves with beginners interest. "Want to check out some books? Let me help you." Jeremy swayed in the direction of a random shelf with a bar hanging―Japanese Fiction written in caps. Jeremy pulled out a white and black designed tiny, thin book from the compactly stocked shelf and waved it at Roy. Roy saw Jeremy coming over with a book and caught it's cover design. A simplistic art with profound hidden meaning. The name 'Birthday Girl' conveyed a sense of aesthetic complexity. "This is a thriller short story by Murakami Sensei. He is a widely known novelist across the globe. His every work is phenomenal." Jeremy said, voice dripping with

I was sure that he could fuck me until I saw stars. Before I could give the handsome stranger an answer, I felt a hand tug my arm with force, pulling me away from the guy swiftly. “Hey man! What the fuck!”yelled the beautiful stranger as he became smaller and smaller, nearly out of sight. I could hardly see in the darkened area where I was being led to. My heart raced, and I feared the worse. Was I being attacked? I didn’t have a weapon, but I tried to remember all the self-defense lessons Lisa and I had taken that summer. And where the fuck was security?

If anyone ever found out — if the press, his colleagues, or worst of all, his supporters discovered that his own wife was planning to seduce her young, muscular personal trainer… it would destroy everything. The scandal would be catastrophic. Yet even as guilt twisted in my stomach, a dark thrill coursed through my veins. The forbidden nature of it only made me wetter. Lying there in the dark, thighs pressed tightly together, I already knew I had made my decision. I needed to be fucked properly. Tomorrow, I was going to seduce Jax Rivera. And I was going to let him ruin me.

Barely. “Tomorrow,” I whispered, leaning close to brush my lips against her ear. “Dream about me tonight, Princess.” I slipped from her room, walking quickly down the hall, careful not to make a sound. Relief hit when I shut the door to my own room. “This is fucking nerve-wracking,” I muttered, stripping off my shirt. But then my eyes caught a folded piece of paper on the bedside lamp. My pulse spiked. I picked it up, scanning the words.

The air in the library was thick with the scent of old books and the faint hum of fluorescent lights. Sadile Marconi, her fiery red hair cascading over her shoulders like a river of flames, sat at a secluded table, her green eyes darting between the pages of her textbook and the clock on the wall. The numbers seemed to mock her, ticking away the minutes until her next class, a class she was dangerously close to failing.

The school library, usually a sanctuary of quiet study, had become their private arena, the shelves of books mere spectators to the raw, unbridled desire unfolding between them. Finn, the epitome of a high school jock with his broad shoulders, chiseled jaw, and cocky grin, stood tall, his athletic build commanding attention even in the dimly lit aisle. Shasha, the new girl, a nerd with her glasses perched on her nose and a pleated skirt that fell just above her knees, clutched her books to her chest, her heart pounding in her ears. The thunder rumbled outside, a fitting soundtrack to the tension crackling between them.

11:54 11:55 11:56 11:59 12:00 Once the clock stroked 12, a shiver ran down my spine ,my body was aching for a release and he wasn’t in sight yet. I heaved a sigh,as the clock stroked 12:20 a few minutes later. The library had a few people in it but nevertheless I decided to go round placing books back where they were meant to be. I took off my jacket and started going round, placing books back, I got to the back row of the library , it didn’t have a enough light, so people hardly sat there to read, there was a book on one of the tables. It was a Novel by Ana huang famous author for the twisted series, it was Twisted hate and the open page was one the steamy hate sex scenes between Jules and

He said in excitement and Charles nodded in agreement beside him as he sat up. “There's this one lady at the strippers’ section. I heard she's a beast! Men literally fight to get her home with them. I want to try her tonight, she's so fucking sexy. You have to come, man, you're missing out on a lot because you're a damn workaholic,” Charles quipped, but I was uninterested as I watched them talk and talk about how much fun “they” were gonna have. Until someone knocked softly. The door pushed open to reveal Lena and she walked in with her usual innocent smile as she placed documents on my desk.