Tui T Sutherland Books Novels & Stories

“What?” “Your sister, she was murdered,” T tells me, strolling forward to slide his arms through the cell. I take a few steps back in response, until my back hits the wall. There’s no way I’m moving from this spot. “How?” I ask softly. He shrugs loosely, and taps his nose again. Oh boy, I could kill him. Time for me to use my own manipulation tool. “What’s the book for?”

He said. My Tio’s eyes reddened as he looked at me. “I will be there. I can’t wait to meet your wolf.” “Thank you, Tio.” “Thalia’s wolf is different.” Aiden said seriously. “In fact, Thalia’s description of her wolf is unlike anything I have ever heard about before.” This got everyone’s attention. “How so, son?” Austin asks.

“I wasn't snooping; I was just trying to read one of the books on your shelf to pass the time. Is this your mate?” I took a good look at it and saw that it was a photo of Takumi and me. I wonder where he found it because I remember burning them all. “No, and where did you find it?” “Between one of your books. How did it go?” “You’re lucky because you now have three options. My suggestion, being locked up for some time and collaring.” “What’s collaring?”

Margret who was making the bed suggested jokingly. "There is a book with such title?" Tiana asked. Sandra laughed. "Yes. It's there among the books that I brought." Tiana looked amongst the books on the table. There lay a white book with the title ‘who to seduce a man’ in red letters. She looked at it for a while but then decided to go back to the art of war. Right now helping Nicklaus was her priority. "Shall I prepare you for sleep My Lady?" "No, I'll read some more and wait for my husband." Tiana said. Sandra nodded and left.

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But now he's mentioning Seth, and using him as a guinea pig for his handmade drugs raised my rage to its peak. I don't want him to go through what Myles endured by ending up killed by my hands. I don't want to kill anybody who holds a place in my heart. "You sure are heroic," Sully's eyes got bulgy. "The mention of that man got you all tense. Tell me, how's his dick? I looked at him well, and he sure is a catch. I saw the way he looked at you with those beautiful blue eyes. Can you give him to me? I promise to take good care of him."

10 I CROSS THE room to my bed and kneel down by the safe under the bedside cabinet. I open the safe with a combination provided to me in my T.H.E.M. documentation and pull out a stack of manila envelopes—my case files. The safe, of course, had been sent by T.H.E.M. to the hotel to be placed in my room prior to arrival, and a duplicate safe is in Mary Sue’s room, as well. “You haven’t even looked at those yet, have you,” Mary Sue tisks with annoyance, indicating the envelopes in my hands.

Theresa was old enough to have experience, but looked young enough to please Salem’s eyes—two key requirements for a housekeeper in his home. “Where is Salem now?” I asked. A good feeding would soothe my nerves. “He’s not at home, my lady. I couldn’t tell you.” Grumbling, I headed to Salem’s library. Perhaps he had a book I could entertain myself with. Once there, I found a book lying open on a desk. It was titled Mythic Bloodlines: Lost & Fabled Lilitu. Curious, I studied an illustration on the open page. It depicted a trio of strange-looking women, just like the ones Salem had been painting all this time. The accompanying text stated:

He moved toward Anji not as a collaborator, but as an extension—a loyal drone reorienting toward the frequency of its primary. "He's stalling," Arga wheezed, his eyes milky and unfocused. "Sutherland. He's got a secondary ping running. His tablet… it’s hidden in the bookshelf. It’s not just for data, Anji. It’s an abort command. If he dies, the entire grid-hub in Singapore dumps a terminal purge code."