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As I moved towards the boiling pot, the doll clutched tightly in one hand and a handkerchief of Ryan’s in the other, I felt a sense of grim satisfaction wash over me. As I dropped the effigy near the fire, my expression hardened. I retrieved a stool from a nearby corner, positioning it carefully near the boiling pot. Next, I placed the doll on the stool, ensuring it was stable. Then, carefully, I tied Ryan’s handkerchief around the doll’s head, securing it tightly. Satisfied with my handiwork, I moved towards the shelf of ancient books, ascending the tall ladder. I needed to find the right spell, the one that would ensure Isabella’s downfall.

We say our goodbyes and I toss my phone onto the couch next to me, looking around the room. It's quiet when Santos has the kids. Almost too quiet. And there's nothing to do. I've deep cleaned the entire apartment from top to bottom. I've done four loads of laundry and put it all away. I even threw dinner in the crockpot already, so my regular chores are done. I tap my fingers on my leg and the Kindle shoved between couch cushions catches my eye. Ooh. I could read for a bit. What is the name of that author I like? The one who writes about all those bearded brothers? Penelope Reads? Penny Reads? Penny Reid! That's it!

Consuela thought, if they were chasing her, there must be something higher at stake. "Why don't you come out where I can see you properly?" Consuela challenged the mystic. "Oh, but I'm right here, my beauty!" Consuela felt a cold stream of air begin to surround her body, accompany by a wet touch which tingle across her body. The cold air and wetness seductively transformed into the shape of a woman clothed in what could only be described as regal clothing. Her long frock was bejewelled with gems and a V-cut just deep enough to expose the brown curves of her breasts. It was as if beauty had transformed itself into a living creature. The mystic's tightly curled afro bounced as she sauntered ar

He closed the door and sighed hoping it was not what he was thinking "How is your wife?" "Ehm.. My wife is OK" Jude squeezed his brow in confusion wishing she would just head to the dam point " What's wrong Betty?" "What did you put in my drink?" Betty stared at her nails as she flattered it's shiny tips "They are beautiful, when did you fix them" Jude felt he needed to change the subject "Ohh, my nails.. Thanks, I fixed them this morning, I know they would be very useful" "OK" "So.. You left my question hanging" Betty said

Maybe I can read something to pass the time and occupy my mind for a bit. 0 I read through their titles and they definitely have a favorite genre. ‘The Hound of the Baskervilles’, ‘Murder on the Orient Express’, ‘The Woman in White’, ‘The Maltese Falcon’. I sense a mystery theme here and I wonder if it’s Stefan or his wife that’s the fan. I keep looking when I see a book that is quite out of place. ‘What To Expect: A Mother’s Guide To Her First Pup’ 0

Zack asked. "No…that's not it!" Madison panickedly waved her hands. The man scoffed. "What do you mean that's not it? I still have the transaction details—and the call recordings too." He then turned to Zack. "I've heard so much about you, Dr. Smith. Seeing you reminds me of that poor sister of yours. Her bones were really tough. My men and I had to hammer away for hours before we could finally break them. "She screamed until she lost her voice. Even a drug dealer like me couldn't help but pity her. But I have to say—that sister of yours is truly a wonderful woman. All my men kept saying she was the wettest woman they've ever touched."

That would be emotional suicide. I moved away from the romance section quickly, like it might contaminate me somehow. Crime thriller. I'd read a crime thriller. Something with murder and investigations and absolutely zero sexual tension. That was safer. Much safer. I browsed the mystery section and pulled out a book I'd heard good things about. A detective novel set in London. Dark, gritty, complex. Perfect. I carried it to one of the comfortable chairs by the window and settled in. The chair was incredibly comfortable—soft leather that seemed to mold around me. There was a small side table with a reading lamp. A footstool I could put my feet up on.

Toby asked with an etched eyebrow, watching Yara pull out a big sized novel from the shelf and Barnes smile proudly. "Thatweird_author." she replied, holding the novel up to his eye level. A bestseller mystery- thriller, crime fiction novel with the name written boldly on it 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐒 𝐇𝐎𝐏𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐒 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 -𝐌𝐔𝐑𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐍. "Barnes books?" Toby asked, a smile rested on his face as Yara looked at him in perplexity.

And the new security guard—his presence had set me on edge from the moment he arrived. “Let’s try not to overthink it,” Darcy said, though her voice lacked conviction. “Yeah,” I agreed, standing up. “Let me grab my things, and I’ll be right back.” I returned to my room, my unease growing with every step. As I entered, I noticed something was off. My drawer was slightly ajar, and my Kindle was open to a page I hadn’t been reading. My heart skipped a beat as I read the title on the screen: *The Death of You.*

Their small group ended up playing past midnight, drinking beer, eating popcorn, and everything they could find in the fridge and the pantry. They had leftover Korean BBQ, side dishes, ramen, cookies, and chips. Beer and soda were almost depleted by the time they finished with their game. Clara hid the peach sake at the back of the fridge, but they still found it. Her brothers usually use this drink to get her to talk whenever she shuts them out, not that they needed it today, but they wanted to see what she’ll reveal.