Novel & Cerita Smart Alec Book

My dark, glistening pussy on full display, fingers holding myself open for him. I sent it. The response was almost immediate. Mr. Alec Sinclair: Good girl. Still leaking. Still aching for me. Mr. Alec Sinclair: I can see how puffy you are. Those three cocks really stretched you last night, didn’t they? Mr. Alec Sinclair: Now come to my penthouse, I will send my address soon. Wear only that dress. No panties. No bra. Bring nothing else. I stared at the messages, breathing hard. My sore clit throbbed visibly in the mirror. A fresh bead of wetness slowly trailed down my inner thigh.

I barely slept last night preparing for this day. "UGH!!!" In my frustration I accidentally knocked the book on my table and it hit the ground with a loud thud. Ace immediately ran and picked the book up. "What the hell are you doing!?" He yelled. "Books are precious artifacts for learning and you just throw them away because I am keeping you company!?" He flared up in anger and he inspected how much damage I have caused on the book. In that moment, I realized that I am not so unlucky after all. PRINCE Ace is a bookworm.

He was so clean and polished that it made her want to cringe away from him for fear of tarnishing his pretty neon-long nails. She doesn't, though. She took an intentional step closer. Her arm and hip brush against his smooth blue-red warrior uniform. His elite and expensive beauty wasn’t lost on her. Alec was not her type at all, but did she mention elite and expensive? Yes, he had money, access to a magical library, and the spellbook Pearl needed, and that was what she needed more than any love or affection. Please just give her the coins, magical books, and totems and she’ll be on her way out.

I asked before trailing off. “This one. I think it really helps with structuring your thought process and channeling it into the right output. You know, when you’re young and full of ideas it might be a little hard to choose which ones to focus on and how to piece it all together. This one is perfect for teaching you how to do that,” Ace said as his hands reached for a decently thick book and pulled it off the shelf. He turned to me and offered me the book with a warm smile. I looked up into his eyes and I was immediately touched by his kindness.

“History and strategy, mostly. As Alpha, I don’t typically have much time to read for pleasure.” As he spoke, I spotted a book on one of the higher shelves. It had a cover of purple leather, and though the silver lettering on the spine was too far away for me to read, it looked enticing. I stood up on my toes, but even reaching as high as I could, my fingers just brushed the bottom of the book’s spine. I nearly jumped out of my skin as I felt Alec move behind me, his broad chest only inches from my back. His hand brushed mine as he reached up easily and pulled the book from the shelf.

“I was starting to think the little slave girl had spit in your soup again and you’d decided to starve yourself to death.” Gary groaned. “Don’t start, Lucas.” Leaning forward on the worn table, Lucas pressed on with an expression of exaggerated sympathy. “We should begin keeping a journal for you, my dear friend. We could call it The Very Sad Diary of Alpha Alec. Chapter One: Day four of slowly losing my mind over the enemy girl with the pretty eyes.” I didn’t answer. Instead, I reached for the drink and swallowed half of it in a single drag. The burn of the brandy scorched its way down my throat—a sharp, welcome fire that silenced the noise in my head.

“I, after all, had missed all the excitement earlier.” Alec pulled the book out of a bag he was carrying and handed it to Hemming to investigate for himself. At my questioning glance, he defended, “Thought it might come in handy, and Zeeb wrote it himself, no?” I nodded, noting that if he was the author, others who followed him would have to listen to his information. Hemming flipped through the book, reading pages here and there. Sighing, he said, “Well, that solves that then.”

" The door shuddered again under a new blow. The iron bar bent. "There's a slot there, back of the bookshelf," Alec gestured towards the back wall. "Third from the bottom of the bookshelf, there's a red book with a gold spine." "What about you?" "I will keep him away." The firmness of his voice permitted no argument. I hesitated, conflicted by self-preservation vs. something. "He was part of the pack that had murdered my relatives." The door swung open from its middle. "Go!" shouted Alec.

It's adorable . " I found it . " Alec had a really old book in his hand filled with all sorts of information about vampirism . Jace takes it from him and reads it over . " This .. it's too cruel . " Jace growls loudly as he reads . " What is it ? " I try to take the book from him but he doesn't let me see it . " Hey ! " He stands up and raises his hand until it's out of my reach . I jump up and knock it out of his hands , grabbing it before it hits the ground . Jace looks genuinely surprised .

I think he groaned but it's almost inaudible. "Here..." He drawls as he passes me a book, wrapped in plain black cover. It's nothing fancy. Like any mere book you'd find randomly. "This is my most accounted journal. No one's ever read it. You'll be the first. Consider it a gift from me." "Why should I read it?" He comes to sit on the bed and locks his eyes on mine for the umpteenth time today. I can't count how many times he's played me inside those field orbs of his. "What's the most powerful piece in Chess, little eagle?"