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Matteo just nodded and gave Spade a tap on his back. "Anyway, I brought the guest list you asked for" Spade looked at him and sighed out "where is it"? Matteo just shoved his hands into his pocket and fished out a piece of paper before handing it to Spade who dropped it on the bedside table. "I'm gonna head out to the warehouse, I'll see you later at the club"? Matteo asked and Spade just sighed out before Matteo got up and walked out of the room and the house. Spade sighed out and pinched the bridge of his nose, he really was fucking stressed out and it was showing in his mood and the way he had gotten temperamental over the past few days

Garrett The clearing is exactly as I remembered from my scouting trip yesterday. Secluded, peaceful, with a small stream running along one edge. I've set up blankets, cushions, and most importantly—a stack of books. Iris stops when she sees it, hand flying to her mouth. "You did all this?" Her voice is soft with wonder. "I wanted it to be special." I guide her to the blankets. "And I found something I thought you'd like." I hand her the top book. It's old, leather-bound, with gilt lettering. "Advanced Theories in Shield Construction and Consciousness-Based Magical Architecture."

She's really weird. "What's this book about?" tanong ko kay Anabelle habang pinapasadahan ng tingin ang librong ni-rekomenda niyang basahin ko. Safe Haven written by Nicholas Sparks. "Basta! Hindi magandang basahin ang isang libro kapag nangs-spoil ang isang reader," sumbat niya.

I couldn’t even say no because for sure my wife will become suspicious if I ask her not to send Helen with us. I can’t exactly name it. Is it a heaven or an additional problem? Elizabeth already left and it’s just me, my security and Helen left in the basement, keeping everything ready before travelling. “Sir, there is not seat available for the helper.” The security General informed me. “She’ll sit with me in my car.” “There’s also no space, sir. Your wife included extra bags and tents inside your car. Only two seats are available. For your and for your driver.” I saw Helen from the side of my eye move.

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- I responded back, burying my thoughts deep. My face flushed realizing that he had been able to pick up these X-Rated thoughts so easily since I had been so deep into it. The book hadn't helped at all to keep my mind on my task for the day. It had been the equivalent of "See Spot Run" in the Draygonian world. Nerrian rolled his eyes and closed the book. He set it off to the side on a pile of books that never quite made it back to his shelves. I don't think this will work today. Nerrian admitted shaking his head.

Copyright © 2024 Unusualdee All rights reserved. Original work. This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is coincidental. PRINT ISBN: 9798332220357 AUTHOR’S NOTE Welcome to my world of Spicy One-Shot Collection! As you embark on this journey of passion and desire, I wanted to share a personal note with you.

It was a small book, wrapped in brown leather, and coated with dust. I blew some dust off it, before glancing at the first page. Empty. I turned to second, and it was empty as well, then I skipped a multiple pages, landing in the middle… “Spare none, we hunt to survive, we die if they survive.” I read out the words aloud to myself, “What is this? Some sort of code?” I sighed, letting the book drop—but then a couple of sheets stuck out from some page in the book, and when I took it out, I fixed my eyes on the drawings, and certain familiar words.

It was in that, with the turn of pages of a book, I could lose myself between the pages and forget, even if just for a moment, the complex web of my life. Today opened like each of the rest days: the house was quiet, and I was looking for another book to pass the time with. I ran my fingers along the spines of all the books on the shelves, and one leather-bound volume seemed out of place. I pulled it out; it was a book about hybrids. Its spine was cracked and its pages were frayed from having been read so many times before. I went to the table of contents, and my eyes grew wide with chapters entitled, "History of Hybrids," "Powers and Abilities," and "Notable Hybrids in History."