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, Ashton said. I ignored them and went to check for an interesting book that I could purchase. Jack and Ashton kept on talking and laughing but I didn’t pay them any attention. Jack was funny and I liked that about him. I found a book that seemed nice and pulse-racing, Blood Brothers by Nora Roberts.

His dark ebony skin shone like he used Shea butter to oil it to perfection, he wore a black turtle neck T-shirt with long sleeves and black pants, and a necklace made of white cowries laid on his neck over the shirt. But beneath all that was a certain aura about him. He carried himself with a kind of confidence and self assuredness I've never seen in someone so young, like someone that was already so used to being in control, and he had an easy air about like he had no care or fear in the world. And strangely, he held a book in his right hand. “What are you doing out here hiding amongst flowers and dressed like an assassin?” I asked, still angry at been caught unawares.

Hello, Future Generations. My name is Saber. I’m the current Queen-to-be of the Fox Skulk (Foxes have Skulks like wolves have packs). I understand if this is a new concept to you or if you think that this book you have found can’t be real. I mean, Fox Skulk? Fox Shifters? Magic? If you’re a normal human living your mundane life, I’m sorry, but I’m about to blow the lid off everything you know.

He winks at me as Oona packs up the chess board. She walks past me with the board and slipped a handmade tiny book with a few pages into my right palm. "You can read it now." She says, "Bones won't tell on me." I smile at her and look at the piece of paper. The cover has a gymnast with long hair. It has a title written in capital letters; "HOW TO GET MY SWEET CHUBBY CHEEKS XYANA TO CONVINCE MY DAD TO BUILD A GYMNASIUM FOR THE PACK."

Victoria Harrington's Point Of View. I disappeared for a moment and returned with a pair of Richard’s spare athletic shorts; crisp, expensive, and far too small for Jax’s powerful thighs. Instead of simply handing them to him, I slowly lowered myself to the floor right between his spread legs. I knelt obediently, sitting back on my heels in a clear, deliberate show of submission. My soaked, see-through bra pushed my heavy breasts forward, nipples still rock hard and fully visible. Water continued to drip down my body onto the marble floor as I looked up at him with hungry, submissive eyes.

FIND OUT IN THE BOOK 2" THE END?... TO BE CONTINUED! ___&&____ Insights from Book 2 Title: Tinted to the Sniper's Dons Daisy Vipers, the offspring of Lilith and Thierry Vipers, is a 22-year-old businesswoman in the city and a secret assassin known and feared in mob society. She has everything a good life could offer, but she lacks true love.

As I burned to death, my lungs filled with despair. The extreme temperature made red lumps and blisters form across my body, which was curled up towards the end as if I had transformed into a lump of coal. With the gentlest touch, my skin flaked away to expose the lumps of flesh underneath. The state of my body was so horrific that even the firefighters and doctors who arrived at the scene did not dare to approach. They all covered their mouths and noses before beginning to throw up.

"Well then, let me spell it out for you. "You invited me to your dance competition that day, planning to have me kidnapped on the way. But things didn’t go as expected, so you and Yannis came up with a new plan. This time, you are the one being kidnapped. You wanted to demand my company's shares as ransom. "But you miscalculated one thing. During the video call that day, I noticed something strange—the kidnapper had a mole on his hand, just like Yannis did. It was even on the same finger, the same spot."

EIGHT MONTHS AGO Kimberly shivered slightly as the harsh cold wind blew relentlessly, but she continued following in the footsteps of the Afghanistan local who acted as their guide through the mountains to their rendezvous point. Behind her was sergeant Oscar, her closest friend in her unit who was also a sniper. “Are you getting tired?” She teased him. “Hell no.” The Texan replied with his southern drawl. Kimberly was not finding it easy herself. Hiking at a fast pace while carrying full military gear on a steep terrain for over four hours was not a small feat.

Not now, not ever. I pressed a hand to my chest, feeling my heartbeat hammer against my ribs. The letter, the mocking laughter scrawled across the page, haunted me. I could still see the jagged handwriting, each loop and jagged edge taunting us, mocking the fear it had caused. My teeth clenched at the thought that someone could get any kind of satisfaction from this. How could someone enjoy seeing a child terrified, her trust in the world shaken, just for their own amusement? The thought made me shiver with revulsion and anger.