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That question would probably remain unanswered, no matter how hard the young woman tried to look. "But in the meantime and yet," the young woman raised her face to the redhead, who placed the cup on the coffee table before getting up and going to one of the booths she had in the room. "There's some theories my mom wrote down about that, along with Delfine, of course." Leonore pulled out a book thinner than Artemisia's pinky, it was dusty and the leaves seemed to be yellowish from the weather. The witch approached flipping through a few pages, staring intently at the book as she made the short walk back to the couches.

She said getting off the bed. "What? You are leaving?; It's 10:07 pm" The woman told her checking the time and she was right. It's 10:07. "I can't stay here and I'll be fine, What is this place called?" Elsa asked. "Mid steak of San Francisco" The woman said. "Mid steak?! That way far from my house and I'll have to take a cab home." Elsa sighed. "What's the master's name and where is he? I need to thank him" Elsa asked again.

He looks at the woman, and she glares at him. "We're still in the questioning stage Mr Westbrook, we're figuring out the true nature of today, and if it was infact non-consensual," she says. "There's video evidence; you shouldn't be trying to make her say it wasn't," Mr Westbrook says, looking at her. "Video doesn't help Mr Westbrook, not when her past videos show she is a very good actor," she sits looking happy. "If you have watched them, then I'm sure you realised that in all the videos, she is referred to as Bunny Wild, never her personal name, Alexis, as with any of the people in the videos. If what happened today was simply filming, why wasn't that continued?" he asks.

The hallway fell deathly silent. Then, a roar of laughter erupted, loud enough to shake the walls. "Gordon Grant? That's the former president of Kingsfield University you’re referring to. Has this delinquent girl lost her mind?" Dominic looked at me with undisguised contempt, as if I were a piece of trash. He let out a mocking scoff. "Selene, not only are you some low-class woman who sells herself, but you're delusional as well. Mr. Grant is a busy man. Who do you think you are, some sewer rat from the bottom of society, to address him so familiarly?"

Half of her big, round backside was sticking out. She wasn't wearing any pants; instead, she just had a little white thong with those sheer, skin-colored stockings over her long legs. The sight nearly made my nose bleed. It was breathtaking. I'd never been near a young woman this perfect my whole life. Even if she wouldn't let me do anything else, just letting me touch her for a moment would have added years to my life.

Isabella, on the other hand, seemed unbothered. "Me? A mistress? No, of course not," she replied lightly while giving her husband a sharp look. Elena was aware of that, but chose to remain unfazed. "I did, however, speak with a few mistresses. I listened to their stories without prejudice and, surprisingly, I learned a lot about them. So, one day, I decided to write a book about them." "Wow, that's truly interesting." She nodded as she sipped her wine. "Would you say that what they're doing is, to some extent, right?"

Slate's POV---- I looked back down the stairs searching for the woman who smelled like cedar and honeysuckle. "We have to keep our distance for awhile until we can get them alone to explain to them what is happening," Minerva whispered beside me. I glanced at her to see a smile plastered on her face but eyes searching for her mate. I took another look across the bottom floor when I caught the eye of a beautiful human. She had blonde hair and piercing green eyes. She had a simple lavender dress that hugged all of her curves just right. "Mate," said Erebus.

“Hmm… I think you need to satisfy your curiosity.” Aria frowned. That didn’t sound like a real solution. “Don’t worry,” Elda leaned in as if she were about to share a secret. “You can do it on your own. I have books,” she said. Aria looked confused. “Books?” “Erotic books.” “What?” Aria’s eyes widened. “They’re written by women and sold secretly to other women. My friends and I got our hands on a few. You need to read them, my lady. You’ll enjoy them.”

The woman was my heroine in more than one sense; she had a confidence that hardly anyone else possessed. "Alright, you puritan, but before you go, three more books about werewolves in love came in. You can add them to your list of borrowed books," she added with a triumphant smile. "Oh, my God! You're terrible..." "And you adore me for it. I already registered them in the system for you and left them under the cabinet where you keep your stuff." "Thanks, Kendra." "Not just thanks; give me an extended review with all the details about what happens in them, and we won't have any problems."

she replied her and when she noticed the worry on her face, she said, “Be at ease. There is nothing to worry about.” Like a spell, Amber suddenly felt relaxed and she walked to one of the shelves before pulling out a book. A frown came to form on her face and she pulled out few other books before placing them back in its place. Turning her body to look at the woman, she said to her, “Your library is for cookbooks, flower characteristics and Animal instincts?” “Mm, what were you expecting?” the woman answered, not looking at her and Amber scoffed. “I thought you might have some fictional books with some genres like Teen, Young Adult, Billionaire and Romance but I can’t find any of that right