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The rain lashed against the windows of Gilbert’s Manhattan penthouse. Shine was thankful that it rained. The atmosphere was quite intimate, begging to be used to the fullest of it’s potential. Inside, the only light came from the fireplace, casting flickering shadows across the marble floors. Shine stood in the center of the room, her skin prickling with emotions; excitement, anticipation and a overwhelming desire to be Sir’s naughty girl. Gilbert was standing at his bar, pouring two glass of wine. His shirt was unbuttoned halfway down his chest, revealing the hard, tanned muscle of his torso.

You’re here to work. Inside the lighthouse the air smelled like coffee and woodsmoke and salt. He showed her the guest room — small, clean, a narrow bed with a window facing the open water. A shelf of books above it. She noticed that. Real books. Varied. Not what she expected from a man who’d chosen this kind of solitude. He told her the basic rules. Short sentences. No wasted words. She asked questions anyway, recorder ready in her hand. “Not yet,” he said when she lifted it.

Another grab for the book and some food, then I crossed my legs and opened my reading books while I ate my sandwich heartily. "Are you reading that ham again?" I felt Wynn's gaze more than I saw him. "It can't be that interesting." But she could only say that because she didn't read anything but mindless teen magazines. "I am learning. Give it a try, it's good for your future. "

Damn it, this wasn't an action movie. I growled at something very rude, fasted my M19 harder, and sprinted down the sidewalk on this side of the street. I never let our prey out of my sight for a moment. It was almost like a slalom. Again and again I had to avoid people and then I almost ran into a shelter. There was room for a handful of people in these small buildings. If you had to get to safety from a prole, you could run in there, seal the room and call the venators from inside via an emergency column.

🇦​🇧​🇩​🇺​🇱​🇱​🇦​🇭​ 🇦​🇱​🇻​🇮​ Past- August 4th, 2032 'Desire is so sinful and delicious. Some desires are seen as acceptable, and some are not. So society will brainwash us. And will make sure that we do not pursue these desires. But the temptation is forbidden fruit, and sometimes you need to take a bite, even if you cannot go back to the light. The shadows are my home now. And thanks to the beast inside of me, I love it. I always wonder if I can ever be normal again. But I don't really care.'

“Where the hell is his hiding place?” Alison’s energy renewed at their mention of Nick’s returning. She dove toward the sickle and managed to grab the handle just as Rascal caught her by the ankle and started pulling her back toward him. With lightning speed that she never dreamed she possessed. She swung the sickle toward him. The blade sliced through his shin clear to the bone. He released her ankle as he fell down to the ground wailing and screaming from shock and pain. Barnaby was furious. “So you want to play, do you?”

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As for where he had hidden it, he couldn’t remember. There were a few hundred books on the bookshelf. Shawn flipped through them until it got dark outside. He found a copy of "The Little Prince" in the deepest corner of the bookshelf and instinctively reached out his hand. His hand was unsteady. The book fell to the ground, and a yellowing photograph fell out of its pages. Shawn bent over and picked it up carefully. He held it so tight that he didn’t realize his knuckles had turned white. It was dark, and the lights in the bedroom were switched off. He couldn’t see too clearly with the little moonlight streaming in through the window.

My eyes close and the last thing I see is a reddish glow. ************* Note: Don't forget to like, comment and share the book! This really helps it grow on the platform

I pull back with a gasp, but no one else seems to notice the golden glow that is beginning to permeate through the book. I look up at the men. “Do you see that?” I whisper as the words begin to shift, and the writing begins to change. They all shake their heads and gaze down at the book intently. Creighton looks back at me in question. “What do you see?” I shake my head as I try to form words. I’m sure I look like a gaping fish. “I…I…the book is glowing, and the words are changing into…” I have to stop because my body begins to get cold, and my vision begins to dim. The glow intensifies and spills out of the book, moving like dribbling water in my direction. I try to back away, but it’s like