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Sloane was last, in the yard, standing beside the truck with the dawn still an hour off. "Marlowe's man arrives Friday," she said. "His name's Petra. He'll sit at my table and read our books and report everything to a man who has already decided we're a county." She said it without heat. "I've got until then to make this pack look like something worth annexing carefully rather than quickly." "Sloane, I'm sorry." "Don't." Sloane's pale eyes came round. "Don't apologise to me. You'll do it wrong and I'll have to be gracious about it and I'm not any good at that."

Any questions about the book feel free to comment and I'll gladly reply to your questions. And yes stay tuned for a sequel; *drumrolls please* It will be Seth Sandoval Cervantes' book, a book filled with secrets, humor, a spice of romance and ofcourse Seth's childhood crush Tessa and a new female character who will win your heart as well as Seth's. ~Jojoestiel

I loved their slow burn, I loved how they found themselves even when someone tried to ruin them, it was so sweet and just as I was about to turn the page where he writes a poem for her, someone yelled my name. “Sloane.” Natalia yelled as she walked in, she startled me. She opened the large curtains and it almost shook my perfect position, because I was in a fetal position, on the link jelly bean bag, I had a book light shining bright on the words, the library was dark and cozy. “Oh God!” I said as I closed my eyes, a second to adjust to the light. “What? You are just reading, relax - I didn’t hurt you.” She said as she sat down on the second bean bag, I was the one that made Chase bring bean

I nodded at her and got into the car with her. I don't know what I have gotten myself into. I came here to clear my mind and I got myself into this mess. I was waiting for my mate to come to me. But she's a human. Selene, what are you planning to do? I believe you will choose the best for me. THIRD PERSON’S POV….. Sloane was sitting at the Vanity with her slender figure gracefully dressed in an off-white wedding gown. A narrow shape that flows straight down from the neckline to the hem.

I quickly head out to the next shelf. I don’t know how much time has passed, but I feel exhausted. Drake plops into one of the armchairs before the fireplace, yawning. “I covered thirty shelves, and there’s no book on celestial wolves. This is not a library. It's a book town!” He rests his chin on his arm. “It's so huge that I might find aliens hiding somewhere.” “Stop with the excuses. You are just incapable, that’s all,” Dory says while biting her thumbnail, her eyes trained on the book she’s holding.

Gideon said, his voice steady despite the flutter in his stomach. Sloane smiled, a slow, predatory curving of her lips. She reached into her desk and pulled out a high-end digital camera, setting it on a tripod with practiced ease. "I'm starting a new venture. A private 'Degradation Series' for a very exclusive circle of clients. I need a lead. A man who knows how to be used, how to be obedient, and how to thank me for it."

00 Completion Bonus Ninety-two thousand, eight hundred and sixty-nine dollars. Sloane stared at the numbers. She had started this journey with pennies, desperate to survive the shame of her family's downfall. Now, she held enough liquid capital to buy back her standing twice over. But the stakes had transformed entirely. The LUS app was no longer giving her trivial dates or petty social games—it was asking her to penetrate the inner stronghold of Brett Thorne's empire. A sudden, sharp knock at her apartment door broke her trance.

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“You think the house is giving it back to you?” “Or punishing me with it,” she said. “It doesn’t feel like forgiveness.” She turned to the fireplace. A leather bound book sat on the mantel. Slim. Unfamiliar. She opened it gently, inside was more of Lenore’s writing. The same looping hand. “You said you would take me with you next time. But you forgot. I forgive you. But I can’t leave until you finish what you started.” Sloane closed the book slowly, fingers trembling.

I called again, moving toward the door but I got no answer. This guy is not only a nerd, he is also weird and somehow crazy. I wonder how I was going to cope with him when I joined his book club. I grabbed my phone off the table and unlocked it. As the screen popped on, messages flooded in. Group chats messages , especially the ones I've muted for a while now. ‘Arian Smith, Orleans College Book Club President, Accused of Misusing Club Funds.’ I blinked, trying to wake myself from the dream. I scrolled down, read it again and it was still the same.