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I rolled over and grabbed my journal from the floor. I told myself I was going to write about what happened today. About how Lane saw through me. About how it made me feel exposed, vulnerable, disgusting. But that’s not what came out. Instead, I wrote a story. A scene. A fantasy. I didn’t even realize what I was doing until I was already halfway through describing how he stood up from his chair in his office , walked right straight to me, and pinned me to the wall. His mouth found mine like he couldn’t hold back anymore. His hands undressed me with a quiet kind of urgency, as he plunges his dick into my pussy.

She gasped at the enormous size of the place she was. She saw many items in there but one thing caught her sight. It was a shelf of books. Reading was one of Oceana's favourite thing, and seeing a secret mini library in this tunnel made her happy that she forgot about the sword that was taken away from her by deceit. She walked closer to the library and saw a book CREED OF STORIES UNTOLD. She grabbed the book, and a creeking sound was heard. Soon, the shelf divided into two and she saw a large glass tube. She walked inside and noticed that the glass tube contained a dagger.

So it wouldn't take long for the police to locate us and try to finish that mission as soon as possible. The little boy opened a small shabby and old book, in which the green cover was already totally covered with dust and some leaves exhibited a yellowish tone. I had the impression that I was seeing my old books from the time I went to church, where Bible stories mixed to explain the existence of God. I became even more believed that that situation was the same, because he opened the story on a page where a snake stuck in an apple tree tree appeared.

Nevertheless, as a result of the time revolution, they began to dwell in their human form and began cutting down forests. Damia muttered, "Wow," as she took in the sight of something. "Let's go there, boss." A beautiful book was placed over a golden stand." After walking there, we went to look at the book. With great enthusiasm, Damia opened the book. "Be careful," I cautioned her as she flipped the first page in the book. Putting an end to her rush, she flipped the pages of the book slowly. I saw many stories of wolves. One page captured my attention.

“You forget who you are talking to. I have read three books in one day, each with over three hundred pages. This will be a piece of cake.” I laugh at her words, but I can't deny that I appreciate her being here. I really did make a good decision by telling Sarah about this. “Very well then, let’s get started,” I say, and we both take a book and start reading. The next three hours are spent gathering information about omegas. Most of the books are repeating the same facts we are already aware of about omegas, and it all becomes frustrating to read the same thing over and over again. I slam the third book loudly against the table before releasing a frustrated groan. Placing a hand on my head,

His eyes red and wet from tears making me feel like a total heel for making him cry. “I hope that after I tell you a story…. That you will understand why I did what I did.” He says as I look down at the book noticing for the first time the detail that is on its cover. It is of two wolves laying on a grassy knoll. One’s head laying on the back of the others neck as they both stare at the full moon. For some reason it brings a sense of peace to me. My body relaxes as I take a deep breath. “I’m ready to listen.” I say laying my hand over top of his that is on the book. A frizzier of power zaps into the palm of my hand making me gasp and pull it away quickly. “Yes, it is time to tell you everyth

I slowly went to sit on the sofa, on the spot where he was sitting some time ago. I stared at the first book. A yellowed cover, almost a few decades old, lay inconspicuously on top of the other books. I should divert my mind. What if Janet’s vision is wrong? I have never met an oracle until today, but I have heard that not everything they say is written in stone. Having nothing better to do or think about, I picked up the first book titled ‘Renaud pack’s Rise and Fall’ which was written by Al Mauvin.

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We discussed about our families and other relevant things including school activities, country, and of course our chat system. When it was 10 minutes to go, I bade him farewell and I left for home to meet that my dad had gone out. I just opened ghe door with my spare key and went inside. I didn't feel like taking anything that afternoon so I continued to surf the web mostly on my social media handles. People that bought Kingsley's book wrote great reviews on it with a 5-star rating so I decided to read it too. I bought it and read it, it was a really nice article if I should say. It was about the Ferrari that Otedola had bought for his daughters. He wrote about a desperate girl who wanted he

"Don't waste your time James. I am not here to die. I only followed you here because you are unfamiliar with Igboland. I didn't come here to put my life at risk. As you can see, I have a beautiful wife and and three young children who are still growing up. I already lost a wife, it will be bad if my children find out that their father died trying to destroy the gods that their ancestors worshipped. It will be too bad James. Count me out of your plans. Stick with Umuise. They don't have a chief priest who would challenge you. They are simple faithful worshippers of their gods. Every man and his own shrine." James grabbed the book he was reading and flipped the pages quickly. Then he turned to