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he said when I told him about my suspicion. I wanted to whine and express my frustration, but is there truly a point for that, when it has already happened? And it basically was the seed I said that we needed to plant for everyone to know our fake relationship. But gawd! To see and hear what everyone thought about that was a nightmare! “The Devil’s secretary has now become the Devil’s baby. Scroll to continue reading,” I moaned and covered both hands on my face as Freda continued laughing at me.

The woman slipped her hand under the table and the next was pretty obvious. [Mmrff...hmm...haa....ahh~] - Devi Her soft voices resonated in his head as Zoravec reflexively moved under the table. He did not bother to worry about his mother at that moment because he wanted to do that. Devi chuckled as he crept under the table to reach her, the woman's naked charm spell worn out. He could see the panties underneath the skirt and sneakily slowly crept closer to her. Devi stared at him while Zoravec slid the panty over her vagina to the side exposing the heaven in front of him.

This time it was Devoe that answered back. "You guys should kindly hand over the ancient book. I couldn't find it in the building where I was sealed. The book holds the key to my victory". Devoe said, which kind of confused the heroes. "We don't have the ancient book, someone else stole it". Dave said which made Devoe laugh. "You think you can fool with such a lie". Devoe created fireballs in his hand, laughing and looking at the heroes. The heroes thread their step back ready to fight if he eventually changes to his beast.

he jabbed a finger toward the book without looking at it—“simply implies the era of then, not now!” I exhaled slowly, fighting back the urge to scream with him. “It wouldn’t be called the Book of Forgotten Truth if there wasn’t some weight to its words, Devon. Think. Have you ever heard of a wolf outside of you mating with a woman—a human—and conceiving with her? Have you?” At the word conceived, his pacing faltered. Devon froze, his broad back stiff, his head lowering slightly. When he finally turned to look at me, his eyes were darker, unreadable.

The place where I woke up after being stolen across borders by the man who claimed to love me—after I found out he wasn’t a gentle nobody, but a mafia lord who had orchestrated everything. "Lovely,” I muttered bitterly. “You unchain the dog for a walk, buy her a shiny collar, and drag her back to the kennel.”

From a woman who deserved to have had it stolen from her. I felt no remorse whatsoever. The only thing I regretted from this night's escapades was that it would undoubtedly have me fired from my job at La Trésor, a prestigious fashion studio. For all its name and repute; they paid their workers poorly. Madame Priscilla Vitale had been a regular customer at La Trésor, always requesting for the best of what we had to offer; and not too gently at that. In a space of five months she'd been monikered 'Madame Pri-ck', by my co-workers. Her preying on Devin, the mute girl in our fold, had been the final straw for me.

he murmured against her lips, his fingers brushing the slick evidence of her arousal. Tessa’s cheeks burned, shame and desire battling within her. What was wrong with her? She didn’t know. She didn’t care. All she knew was that she wanted him—wanted him to ruin her, to make her forget every ounce of control she thought she had. Her plan was simple—seduce the devil. But as his lips trailed down her neck, his teeth grazing her sensitive skin, a dark realization crept in. The devil was already in control. As his lips moved against hers, his hand slid lower, teasing the sensitive skin between her thighs. A single tap against her clit sent a violent shudder through her, her breath hitching as a j

Elena frowned. “You know her?” Sophia answered through clenched teeth. “I wish I didn’t.” The woman smiled. “My name is Dr. Isabella Voss.” She looked at the family one by one. Then stopped at Elena. “So…” “The last Devereaux children have finally come home.” The corridor fell silent. Dr. Isabella Voss stood with perfect composure, her hands folded behind her back. She looked nothing like a criminal. Nothing like the architects of Black Hollow. She looked like an ordinary scientist.

** Dear Reader, I very much hope that you enjoyed Silver and Jolene’s story, and catching up with The Road Devils cast of characters. ‘The Devil’s Viking’ (The Road Devils MC #3), Viking and Iris’ story, is the next book in the series and it’s available here on GoodNovel. I also invite you to check out my website: www.marysoljamesromance.com

Hallway camera now aimed directly at that position. She tapped her pen slowly against the margin. Then wrote: They’re testing reactions. Escalating variables. Isolation is no longer passive—it’s orchestrated. She stopped. Then, carefully, she underlined the final sentence. Someone is watching. And they want me to feel it. She tapped her pen against the book and laughed. That night, Ayra lay awake in bed, the throbbing in her hand like a metronome of defiance. She could hear the faintest creak when she moved—her doorframe groaning on purpose now, deliberately modified to betray her presence.