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Both were really awkward at each other at first but when they found out that both were reading the same book, they eventually got a comfortable to talk at each other. “So, you also read that book-” “Yeah, I got into it after a friend of mine recommended it to me.” “Isn’t it a great book.” “Yeah, I got hooked on it after reading the first chapter.” “bla-bla-bla” Both continued to talked to each other and enjoyed their conversation. “I was feeling an awkward atmosphere growing between our table so I was gonna try to start a conversation but when you brought out your book, I was just surprised to see a person reading it.” The girl said.

“Chill bro. It’s just… not what I was expecting ” He shrugged, flipping another page. “I keep telling you not to judge me with your assumptions.” “I'm sorry if my assumptions don't fit your personality,” I said, taking the seat across from him. “Why this book?” I asked, stealing the opportunity to know what the real Kael is like. “I like books that… make me think. And this one does.” “Think about what?” I asked, hoping my curiosity wasn't obvious. “Is this some sort of interview?” he asked, placing the book on the table without closing it.

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came his deep voice from inside. Darius’s office was exactly as she had imagined from the few glimpses she’d had: walls lined with heavy bookshelves filled with worn volumes on pack history, forbidden bonds, and shifter sociology. A large wooden desk dominated the center, cluttered with neat stacks of papers and an open laptop. A small lamp cast a warm pool of light that contrasted with the gray light filtering through the tall window overlooking the misty quad. He stood as she entered, his tall frame and broad shoulders filling the space with quiet alpha presence. Silver threaded through his dark hair caught the lamplight, and his eyes held that same steady depth that had drawn her in durin

She approached Dryzza carefully, not wanting to disrupt her train of thought in the hallowed silence. Dryzza glanced up briefly before returning her gaze to the floor. "It’s odd," she muttered, crouching to run a finger over the surface. She examined the fine layer of dust—or rather, the absence of it—and rubbed her fingertips together as if the texture could speak. "This library has been untouched for decades. Dust should cover every inch of this floor, and yet this spot looks recently cleaned."

She said, pointing her index finger towards the direction of the book, her voice firm and unwavering. Drigo glided across the room and got the book for her. He placed it in her palm gently before going ahead to say…. "If you really want to stand out in political matters, this book is a good foundation to build on." Micah glanced at the book. "Do you think I look down on you?" She asked, her gaze darkening. Drigo shrugged lightly before turning away. "I am a historian; I am only good with books, not in reading people's minds." Micah's grip on the book tightened; she took in a deep breath….

Please tell me it’s some stupid frat nickname they got in college and it’s just an inside joke. He doesn’t reply, just turns his head and looks back towards the house, slowly sliding his hands in his pockets. Right, all the useless true crime info i’ve collected over the years really needs to come in handy right now. What was that one book I read? About listening to your fear and it’s never wrong. I mean, the premise is great Mr Clever Author, but in practice, what if you're being led by your three year sex dry spell hmmm? What then?

I hated how wet I had become, how easily she had taken charge after everything that had started with that cursed letter of recommendation. I had only been trying to review the letter she had written for herself, the one full of generic praise about what an exceptional student she was. how inquisitive and intelligent she was, how she excelled at public speaking and creative writing, how she was a model student who would inspire all the others to succeed.

"And listen to what you say. It's not just me you're putting in trouble here, you're definitely a lump of dead meat. Don't ever say that I'm interested in what Master Dryzen is interested in." @DeathWish Hi there guys! Thank you so much for your support and I want you to know that it really helped me a lot. Hope you might want to drop a beautiful review for this book. I really wanted to hear from you. Also, you can read my other books which are... TAMING THE DANGEROUS CEO ALPHA KING CHECKMATE THE DEVILISH BILLIONAIRE FATED TO MARRY THE DEVIL

“Tell me you’ve been replaying it in your head.” I shook my head, refusing to give him the satisfaction, but my body betrayed me again—my breath quick, my chest heaving, my thighs trembling under his touch. His smirk deepened. “Liar.” Before I could protest, he yanked the book from my hands and tossed it aside. His fingers slipped between my thighs, spreading them open, his mouth claiming mine in a kiss so deep it stole the air from my lungs. I whimpered, half in panic, half in need, as his hand slid into my shorts, his fingers brushing over my panties.