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, He added. I smiled and nodded. The moment I turned to walk into the washroom, he spoke again. "I won't mind if you take off all your clothes in the room before walking in." I narrowed my eyes at his words. "What? Are you still feeling nervous?" "Absolutely, not.", I responded confidently. I was more than confident since last night. I took off my clothes quickly, unlike like time, and gave one last look before walking inside the washroom. I could feel his eyes on me all the time. While I was closing the door, an idea struck my mind; I started closing the door very slowly. I smiled when he narrowed his eyes, realizing that I was teasing him again.

the one Lilith only referred to as The Fourth. Lilith leaned against the window, arms crossed, watching all three of them like a god surveying worshippers. “You’re late,” she said coldly. Ava dropped to her knees. “I’m sorry, ma’am.” “No excuses. Strip.” Ava obeyed instantly, peeling away her blazer, blouse, bra, skirt. Everything. The Fourth…tall, cruel-eyed, in a pinstripe vest and nothing else…approached first. She gripped Ava’s chin.

Just another piece of clothing that couldn't fix what was wrong with me. I changed into my biggest hoodie, the grey one that hung past my hips, that swallowed my frame until I disappeared inside it, and sweatpants that pooled around my ankles. I pulled the hood up and tightened the drawstrings until only my face showed, a pale circle in a sea of grey fabric. This was who I really was. This was where I belonged. Hidden. Invisible. Safe. But even as I thought it, something else whispered in my mind. Something quiet but persistent. *You hit him. You stood up for yourself. For one moment, you weren't invisible.*

Our delicate mate with a soft heart and fierce tongue. I leaned back in my office chair, taking in my surroundings. The maids had thoroughly cleaned this place. Zero dust particles could be found anywhere. Stacks of books, most likely Ozias', lay on a small table furthest from me. They were about population density, global warming, and how the human race was slowly killing itself. Morbid reads for most. Light reading for Ozias. 'Everyone get up to my office now. Leave the girls to sleep.' I summoned them through the mind link. I could hear them all cuss loudly in their separate rooms. Hear their feet drag on the floor as they walked to the office.

She decided, pulling Darius up from the bench. He groaned loudly. “What is it?” He questioned. “Let's go inside.” She whispered as she placed one of his hands around her shoulder. She supported his waist and helped him get to his room, not without stumbling on the stairs and sometimes wanting to give up. Astrid opened the door to his room and noticed that his room was extremely larger than hers. The walls in his room were pure white, while hers was a marbled black and white. There were also two black sofas in front of the bed, facing the television.

Clearly, he was observing me to see if I'd secretly gone home like last time. At 11:00 am, I received a text from Jane. "Sorry, Chloe. My friend couldn't open the password-locked door in your basement." I sucked in a gasp, stunned. I'd placed high hopes on Jane and her friend, thinking that they would be able to break down the door and investigate the secret in the basement for me. The devil worked hard, but Zane worked harder! We had underestimated him. Jane sent another message. "We've tried every method we know, but it still won't open! I can't help but feel like there's someone in the basement. Just as we're about to open the door, someone on the inside locks it again."

Before I could answer, Garrett came sprinting over, blindfold in hand, grinning like an idiot. "Seven minutes in the closet, bro! You’re up." I groaned but let him drag me. I’d won this dumb game plenty of times. Easy pussy, quick nut, move on. "Who’s the girl?" I asked as he tied the blindfold tight. "Some shy little thing who needs the Maddox special to loosen up," he laughed. The closet door shut. It was tiny, dark, and smelled like old coats and lust. I heard her breathing, fast, nervous, almost shaky. Not the usual party slut. This one sounded innocent. My dick twitched anyway. Any hole would do tonight to get Lisa out of my head.

His face was wet with tears. And yet he immediately stood before us. Between me and the closet. The older Noah remained in the door. He saw the opening gap and whispered only: “Too late.” Everything was quiet down in the house. Don't calm down. Empty. No voices of children. No crying. No sea. Nothing. Like the whole house was waiting for this one moment. The closet opened completely. Darkness. No clothes. No shelf. Just black. Lower than a cabinet could be. A room.

Eva agreed. They walk towards their room but before they even reach their door, they notice the door next to their's was ajar. Something was swaying in the air inside. It looks lik something dawned at them that made them lookd at each other before pushing the door wide open. What they saw next was something they would remember for the rest of their lives. It was Giselle who cried first for she and Violet were close. Eva was standing behind Violet remembering the last thing she said to her.

TRIGGER WARNING: THIS BOOK IS STRICTLY EROTICA. IT CONTAINS HIGHLY GRAPHIC SEXUAL CONTENT AND IS INTENDED FOR ADULT AUDIENCES ONLY (18+). DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER 18 OR SENSITIVE TO MATURE, EXPLICIT THEMES. "Sassy's POV" I had always been the quiet one on the fourth floor. At twenty-seven, I worked remotely as a graphic designer. I kept my curtains tightly closed and preferred the glow of my monitor to actual human interaction.