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Stumpy chuckled, reached out, and squeezed one of my breasts instead. I yelped and jumped back, wrapping my arms around my chest. “Perfect. Just perfect.” Stumpy handed me the book. “Enjoy. I’ll be in my tent, thinking about you and jacking off.” I felt sickened and raced back to my tent with the book. I’d earned it, after all, though I was never asking Stumpy for a book again. Once in my tent with the door zipped shut, I hugged my knees and let a few tears fall. I felt so… dirty.

Chapter 123: A Peaceful Day Back on her island, Shasta returned to the cabin and made herself a lunch of black beans and rice. She was quickly learning that cooking wasn't all that hard if you could follow the directions on the side of the box. If that counted as cooking. She refused to get bogged down in the mental argument.

He still puckered his lips and furrowed his eyebrows like he used to as a kid when he was focused on what he was doing. I chuckled, making him turn toward me. "Hey, sis. When did you get here? I didn't hear you walk in." he asks, making me roll my eyes as I smile foolishly. I kissed his cheek and sat next to him. "Just now. What are you reading?" I asked, making him clear his throat as he looked at the back of the book and showed me the cover. "Uh, Pound The Stone, by," "Joshua Medclaff," I said, feeling proud. "Good choice," I added, making him chuckle. "So you've read it?"

he asked. I nodded with a smile, then took another sip. "Sharon made it." River cracked a grin. He then took his share, sipping quite a lot. "Not bad," he commented. I shook my head and walked over to the small shelf above the fireplace. My fingers sorted through the books until they settled on an orange-covered book with the words XXX XXX XXX written on it. I bring it back to the sofa, keeping River company as he returns to his tablet. A few minutes later, our cups were empty, and my heart was suddenly beating faster than it should. I put the book down on my lap, then looked up at River, who I could tell from the look on his face that he was also feeling strange in his body.

The expression on my face changed to that of pure disgust at the sight of the soup alone and no matter how much I tried to keep it in so that they wouldn't notice, they did notice. “It tastes better than it looks, I promise. Just give it a try and you will see” The beta who handed me the food protested. Not because I wanted to, but because they had all their three pairs of eyes set on me, I picked the spoon, dipped it in the soup, and slowly shoved it into my mouth. I expected bitterness or worse the taste of vomit to follow suit because that was exactly what it looked like but he was right, it did taste way better than it looked. A real definition of don't judge a book by its cover.

"A writer, how inspiring! What do you write?" "Books." I deadpanned from behind mom, earning an annoyed cluck of her tongue. Blondie smiled awkwardly. "Ah, yes, I see. A- anything you'd recommend?" "Actually, yes. I think my latest work, From Beyond The Grave, would be the perfect read for you. Tons of bloodshed and cannibalism, there's even a chapter where the protagonist has to disembowel her own friend to-" "Uh, could we trouble you for some waters, dear?" Mom cut in, her voice on the edge between friendly and collected and right about to lose her shit.

“This is the Stone family’s hotel. You must be aware of which dish tastes great. You should order, Ms. Stone. I’m not a picky eater aside from disliking soup.” Actually, he liked drinking soup. Wiltspoonians loved boiling soup. Some people could not even eat without having soup for each meal. Andrew only said he disliked soup to prevent Mrs. Stone from making Elisa cook for him. “I’ll just order a few dishes then.” After ordering her family hotel’s signature dishes, Elisa also ordered soup. During the meal, Mrs. Stone was being overly enthusiastic toward Mr. Reading. She kept asking him to get more food. However, she never once mentioned Remy, who was beside Andrew. It formed a stark contras

His tanned skin contrasted with his orange shirt. "Good morning, Ma'am. You look so beautiful in the morning." His eyes almost disappeared because of his wide smile. "Morning." I smiled a bit. I went to the bench and sat there. I opened the book that I found at the library. The Book Thief by Markus Zusak. I glanced at Sandro when he sat beside me. I just smiled at him before dropping my gaze on the book. "I did not know that you love reading," he commented. "Yup," I responded, eyes remained on the book.

Brothers C H A P T E R 8 R H Y K E R "I'm fucking bored!" Roman groaned in annoyance as I read the last chapter of my book, it's about the human brain and its behaviours. This book describes a lot about experiments on human beings, treating them as if they were guinea pigs. "Dude, what the fuck are you reading?" Roman asked me like someone who is always annoying, and I sighed deeply, throwing the book away at the wall, making him jump out of fright.

"By the way teacher. Don't you have something to explain to me?" Currently, Sol was reading a rather thick brown-covered book titled dangerous zones in the world. It was a rather interesting book written by one of the angels living in Slothstein. Edea, meanwhile, was elegantly sipping on her tea when she heard his abrupt question. Intrigued, she put back her cup on the plate and threw a questioning glance at Sol as she queried for him to elaborate,