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Shun pressed his lips tight and looked away. He tried to distract himself by pulling out some books under the table. Most of it were about managing business, and some are fictional that Shun wasn’t really that interested. Not until a black thick notebook caught his eyes. Shun’s brows furrowed and he took it. As he opened it in the first page, a blank page welcomed him. He flipped it on to the second, to third, fourth, and his eyes slowly widened with amazement. It’s a sketchbook filled with dress designs. Different themes and styles and all of it are beautiful. Shun blinked and touched the page of a autumn colored dress. It’s so beautiful...

Even though he seems fine,” I mused, redirecting my gaze to the copied pages of the book. You know?" " Uh, I was exploring and I think I definitely discovered something else regarding you." Let you proceed to unzip your backpack to take a thick book out of it. I closed my eyes as I skimmed the title in bright letters on the dark cover: The Insider Thoughts of the Salem Witches. witches ?" he muses intriguedly and raised an eyebrow. Jorfit laughs apprehensively. Try not to judge me,” he asks me, then, at that moment, he opens the book between the pages where a bookmark sits.

Rosemary’s Pov “I will eat later…” I say softly , offering him a smile. He exchanges a look with Xavier , but I do not stay for the lectures that I know is coming. Instead I walk to the entrance and sit on the floor in a crossed legged position – my eyes fixated on the fiery red flames that almost touches the sky. I sit out there for a while , enjoying the peace of being alone. At this moment , all I ever want is to be alone. I would often feel my stomach kick me with hunger , as my nose smelt the food that was cooking but I easily turned my attention back to the burning kingdom.

She was trying to keep me grounded, but I was slipping—slipping into the void that was growing inside me. I could feel my fingers twitching, my body wanting to break free, to escape. Delphine’s chant reached a fever pitch. She raised her hands above her head, palms open, and a blinding light exploded from the candles, illuminating the room with an unnatural glow. The shadows seemed to retreat, but only for a moment before the darkness surged back, stronger than ever. It felt like something had torn open within me, like an invisible wound had split open, and something—something vile and cold—was pushing its way to the surface.

The city sky had grown dark to a mellow gray, the kind that swathed everything in gentleness—buildings, trees, people. Rain still lingered in the air, shrouding the windows of **Chapter & Soul** in a soft mist. Inside, the world progressed more slowly, more softly. It was perfumed with old books, chamomile tea, and something sweet that Lena had baked and not labeled.

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I nodded slowly, scared and somewhat curious about what his answer maybe. He lifted his finger, trailing it upwards from my arm to my neck, to my chin leaving goosebumps at its wake. “ I want mark every inch of you with my kisses, I want to pleasure you in ways you've never been pleasured, I want to own, brand you and tell the entire world that you're mine, I want to ruin you, wreck you, make you hate me but want me at the same time…” he leaned even closer, my lungs stopped working. “ Would you like that Caro Mio? Would you like to satisfy my sinful desires?”. My lips parted, but no words came out.

* Shame prickled, but hotter beneath it, hunger stirred—her clit twitched at the thought, already swelling anew. No time to overthink. She peeled her hand free with a wet schlick, examining the glistening strands of arousal stretching between fingers. Curiosity overrode hesitation; she brought them to her lips again, tongue darting out to taste the remnants—salty-sweet, with a tang like overripe fruit. It made her shiver, nipples peaking against the rumpled nightgown she'd pulled back on sometime in the haze. *More. Need more now.* Sitting up, she stripped fully, the fabric whispering off her skin, leaving her bare and exposed to the warm room air. Goosebumps raced over her arms, but heat po

Beneath it lay a folded piece of parchment. A chill crept slowly down Loren’s spine. She crossed the room and unfolded the note with unsteady fingers. You cannot trust anyone at court. Everyone has secrets. Some would kill to keep them. Silently, Loren handed the parchment to Mariselle. Mariselle read it, then frowned. “That’s… dramatic. Even for here.” “Do you think it’s a joke?” Loren asked, trying for flippancy and failing. Silence settled between them like poison in still water.

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