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Playing dirty to get what we want. Authors note: This is the end of book one. Book two will continue under the same title. I hope you’ve enjoyed book one. Book two’s title is: The Promised Mate

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Gabrielle. My eyes scanned the environment as soon as I parked my car and as much as I wasn't expecting anything worth looking at, I didn't expect the place to look so horrifying and disgusting. To think my silly rage and my thirst for revenge actually drove me here today just so I can personally teach that loud brat a lesson. "Doesn't exactly look like a palace, does it?" a familiar husky voice says suddenly and I turn around to see Chris, one of my mom's hitmen who I had the misfortune of having to inherit.

“Very well then.” The pentagram of time then drew around them. With the gate that is distinct and only pertains to the Mistress of time. The book appears in its hallowed state, with only the purple neon light that draws its outline. The book opens as the sound of the flipping pages is echoing, and stopping at a particular point. As the Mistress of time, smiled and said. “Winona Bell.”

His arrogance and contempt cut off my lifeline. Rochell sensed Timothy's change in attitude and decided on her final move. She rushed over, clutching several printed screenshots of phone chats. "Timothy, look!" She shoved the screenshots into Timothy's hand. "This is the chat history between Leah and that werewolf that I found after paying a high price to have someone hack into Leah's phone account!" On the screen, a werewolf with the contact name ‘Darling’ was chatting enthusiastically with me. Darling: [Baby, when are you going to confront that arrogant heir?]

It was a giant, silver eye. The door to the black car opened, and a woman stepped out. She looked exactly like me, but she was holding a heavy, leather-bound book. "End of Book One," she said, looking directly at me. "Ready for the sequel?"

"Holy crap! That's Alaric Leighton. Our school is literally named after him. He's the university's primary benefactor." "So, Mallory is Alaric's daughter?" "Holy shit!"

Every moment is this. Without moment. This. The light that is. The love that is. The being that is. The this that is. Only this. The book never opened. Because there was no cover. The book never closed. Because there was no ending. The book was the opening. The book was the reading. The book was the read. All one. Without one. This. The final chapter is not final. There was no first. There was no sequence. Only this. Appearing as sequence.

"He's all used-up, and you're still acting like he's a treasure? You must be really desperate! What's the difference between that incubus and a dog in heat? Someone like you should just find an honest guy willing to take you in!" Tracy Rowe was standing outside the county office with Jamie Stephenson, arguing with me at the top of her lungs. Meanwhile, Lionel Andrus, the man with an incubus bloodline, was waiting quietly to the side, holding our paperwork.

This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places and incidents are products of the writer’s imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be constructed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locales or organizations is entirely coincidental. My One and Only (The Youngers Book 4) Published by Blue Violet Press LLC Seattle, Washington Copyright © 2019 by Iris Morland Cover design by Resplendent Media All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quot