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“I know. Creating a team was the better option. It’s just… too costly, but don’t worry, Babe. I believe in the guys we’ve chosen. Mr. Ronaldo was particular in choosing members who had passion.” “To the friends I had recruited personally, I believe they will have my back, and as for Luke?” Taylor hissed and said, “I gotta admit, he seems to have changed. I saw him reading a self-help book, which... wasn’t upside down.” “Pfft!” Charlie laughed. “Are you serious? What kind of book?” “One of those building habits books,” Taylor said before yawning. “Anyway, Babe, let’s get some sleep.” “Love you,” Charlie said.

My gaze moved to Trevor "Now I need you to tell me why you said this book is dangerous " " it's not important " I can see that Trevor is avoiding the question, my eyes lower to see him clenching his fist, his eyes looking restrained like a bad memory just resurfaced. " I want to know Trevor. So please tell me " " if you try opening it and it doesn't choose you, you will die in two weeks " his gaze met mine "We were five who created the book, my four friends died but still I never got to force the book open, and that's why I was safe"

Surprised look, "No, I'm not. A lot of people say that when I tell them I'm not into sports. I like sports, the strategy and stuff. But not all the drama about the teams." "So, what are you into?" He reaches into his bag and my world changes. A book. The man reads. And more. It's the third book in the current bestselling sword and fantasy series. He holds the book half our of the bag like it smells bad. "This right now." My pulse quickens. Suddenly, Travis, the dweeb became a much more promising project. "You read fantasy?" He's checking my face, waiting for the mocking. "Yes." I take the book from his hand.

Book Three of the Badboy Trilogy Written by: Vendité Johnson The Badboy Trilogy Book One: How to Destroy a Badboy Book Two: The Emancipation of a Badboy Book Three: A Rhapsody for the Playboy Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, business, places, events and incidents are either a product of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual person, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

To all readers and lovers of this book, thank you so much. Let's follow up on Natasha's story in the next book. I've specially created a playlist for this book, and hope you enjoy it! Daylight- Taylor Swift. Luminary- Joel Sunny. Don't Blame Me- Taylor Swift. Party Monster- The Weeknd. DARK REALM ROYAL ACADEMY “We’re the only ones who can help you. Just say the word. Beg us.”

“Let go of me, you disgusting hypocrite.” His face went pale, realizing his state. He released my wrist like it burned him, one hand dropping to cover himself awkwardly. “Ava—” The door to 412 opened wider behind him. Taylor stepped out, wearing only low-slung sweatpants now, lean torso on full display. He leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, smirking faintly. “Lady, stop acting so strong-headed,” he said, voice smooth and infuriatingly calm. “It can’t be that bad. Join us. We can make it a threesome.

Truth Behind His Lies (Book 2 of His Secret Child) Aaliyah's point of view A sweet smile graced my lips as I watched my family. Time flew by so fast; our children had grown up so quickly. Trishana was turning eight years old, and our youngest, Trevor, was turning two. Over the past years, I can say that my relationship with Travis has been going well. He really made it up to us; he made us feel how much he loved us.

I also had a feeling he knew I wouldn’t leave without Conner. The book Travis had set out with the many creatures I found very appealing and I found myself intrigued with the many different supernatural beings that walk among us. As I looked through the book, I wondered what Travis’ other side of him was. One thing that I know for sure was the coldness of his touch was not from his warlock side and for some reason I wanted to figure out what he is so I know what I am dealing with.

“Wait here.” Tris stared after the beautiful woman who had too much compassion for a stranger. Too much compassion for her lover too. She could see that Taylor carried a lot of her pain inside. Why would she not lean on Mya, someone who knew what she was going through? When Taylor returned, she held a shoebox close to her body. Tris could see the reluctance as she held it out to Tris. “What’s this?” “Every letter you wrote, has a letter that she wrote in answer. I did read a few, I will admit. But not all of them.” Taylor watched as Tris opened the box and carefully took out the first two letters, one hers, one Jane’s.

I managed to mumble out a thank you, blowing my nose as he drove. I thought about what Taylor had told me about her last girlfriend. How instead of coming out, she'd broken up with her and moved back with her parents. Taylor had been devastated. In her heart, Taylor was a trusting soul, who saw so much beauty in this miserable world. But she'd been failed. Failed by her family, her past loves, and now by me.