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Marcus, who was driving, floored it with a whoop. The moment we hit the highway, the energy in the car turned rowdy. They were shouting, laughing, passing snacks and a hidden bottle of cheap vodka. I pulled out my earphones and tried to disappear into my book — a thick fantasy novel about cursed forests and tempting spirits. Julie spun around suddenly and snatched the earphones right out of my ears. “Nope! No books. No hiding. We’re here to have fun, Doris. Live a little, wallflower.”

" It's called 'THE UGLY DUCKLING' " Ava looked up with a frown and demanded. " Huh? But ducklings are beautiful and cute. How can there be an ugly one? " " Why don't we find out then, huh? " " Ok " She rested back her head and squeaked. The little girl was more than excited to find out. And that was it; Denzel began reading the bedtime story to his little girl who, by the time he got to the middle of the book, gradually drifted to sleep. Seeing she was now asleep, Denzel smiled and kept his phone aside.

BIOGRAPHY Mercedes M. Yardley is a dark fantasist who wears stilettos, red lipstick, and poisonous flowers in her hair. She is the author of the short story collection Beautiful Sorrows, the novellas Apocalyptic Montessa and Nuclear Lulu: A Tale of Atomic Love and Little Dead Red, and the novels Nameless: The Darkness Comes and Pretty Little Dead Girls: A Novel of Murder and Whimsy. She often speaks at conferences and teaches workshops on several subjects, including personal branding and how to write a novel in stolen moments. Mercedes lives and works in Sin City with her family and menagerie of Strange and Unusual Pets. You can reach her at www.abrokenlaptop.com.

Ugly. "Ari," I screamed at the top of my voice, just before she could pull the trigger. "Is this what you really want?”

I was just focused on the book I was reading, pretending not to hear them. “Hey ugly,” one of them called out. “Hope you are not planning to show up tonight.” I pushed back my glasses that were falling off my nose and continued reading. One of them walked to my desk, grabbed my book and dropped it to the floor. “You don't ignore beauty like us.” She said, titling her head smugly. She continued “have you gotten a prom date? Oops, I forgot. Nobody will want an ugly duckling like you to be their date.”

“I know what’s wrong with you. That greedy little wolf cunt needed more than a toy, didn’t it? Look at you… making such a filthy mess for Daddy.” He gripped the base of the dildo and pushed it deeper, grinding it right against that perfect spot inside me. Stars exploded behind my eyes. “Yeah, Mona… just like that. Imagine it was my thick Alpha cock stretching this tight, forbidden pussy instead of plastic.” I moaned brokenly as another wave built fast. “You’ve been teasing me for weeks,” he continued, voice low so only I could hear, “walking around in those tiny dresses, leaving your door unlocked like a naughty little bitch in heat. Every time I punished you, your slick dripped for me.”

Hi darlings , I cackle at your comments please bring it on and also kindly delete this book and add it to the library after like 24 hours because I edited the chapter 58 to make it more spicy. Should she end up with one or all of them ? Let me know !

I hadn’t stepped foot in a university library since I dropped out of grad school, and back then I wasn’t exactly the occult section’s most loyal visitor. But here I was, clutching a notebook full of increasingly unhinged observations about a possessed doll that whispered to me, made me come in my sleep, and definitely moved when I wasn’t looking. The logical part of my brain, the part that liked neatly restored paintings and clean brushes and answers, was having a very bad month.

"Daddy." "It's none of your fucking business who I talked to," I spat, not even acknowledging the mocking tone in his English tainted voice. "So drop it." He shrugged again before unzipping my bag and pulling out my sketchbook. "Ooh, you color, Tiger?" He teased, looking at me with a smug eyebrow raised. "Dude!" I rush over to him and reach up to take the book back. "You nosy asshole! Drop it!" He only laughed and held it out of my reach as he started flipping through the pages. "Let's see what we have here," he said, mockery dripping out of his voice as he examined the pages, still holding the book from my reach. His fucking height did me no favors.

Welcome to unedited Black book 3 of the Woods series. This book can be read independently. You can read it without adventuring into 'Married to a stripper'. I'll be extremely happy if those who haven't checked that book out do so. I hope you enjoy my works. Love you guys much much. Your humble author Zagzahzlau. ~••~ The Sunday night was frigid against unarmed skin in Buea--the city of legendary hospitality-- located in the southwest region of Cameroon.