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Or a fraud? Scarlett seized the moment, her voice a whip of sarcasm. “Miss Nixon, it seems your 'devotion' was built on a foundation of sand.” She picked up a shard, holding it to the light. “I thought this was Black Mountain Jade. It’s just glass—cheap, brittle trade-glass. You were so desperate for a miracle you didn't even check the bones of your own gift.” The snickers of the rival Alphas were like poison to Bria’s pride. She marched forward, her scent turning lethal. “This is impossible! I paid a fortune in silver for the materials!”

“You can lie to yourself all you want, boy. But the truth doesn’t care what you believe.” I shook my head, but the air around me had begun to shift—thickening, humming with energy that felt too alive, too aware. The reflection—my reflection—moved when I didn’t. A cruel smile twisted on its lips, and crimson light bled through the cracks in the glass. “Stop it,” I said through gritted teeth. “Stop it!” “Face it,” the Wicked whispered. “Look closer.”

She tiptoed towards him, she extended her hand and she was about to get the book when it was too late because the book had already fallen. It creates a sound, she looks at the prince if he wakes up but he's not. She continued to get the book, she bent and held it. She picked up the book and was about to stand straight when she saw the crown prince's face, she stopped and then looked at him. His legs cross, he looks so elegant in his royal black suits. His hair was down and messy, it's her first time seeing his hair messy. Usually he's hair is well styled, his lips are pinkish. Damn did he use something on his face? Why is he so blessed? Hope all are blessed by the above, he has this face tha

I stole it from him because he forbids me of touching his things in his workplace. The book title was "Beauty In Immortality", I wondered what is it all about but my forehead wrinkled when nothing was written inside the book. All of the pages were blank. I throw it in my bed and days passed. I opened it and started to see some words slowly written on the first page. It was magical like it was a book of magic. It was also creepy but I was interested and there I read a weird story that I realized was talking about me.

Of course you have," I growled. “It's your perfume. "Josh," Pietra warned. - What? Caleb set his mug down. “I'm starting to think that black wolf is an illusion. It is the only explanation that fits all the facts. You enchanted this book with a love spell so that you could have Pietra for yourself. I followed her scent into the woods, and it merged with that same scent in the book. This is because the two scents are from the same wolf. You. That's why the scent comes and goes, and why the black wolf didn't come anywhere near the place, and why I never saw you or him together. He is a glamour. I don't know how you're doing all this, but we have authority that the spell of the book is quite po

His tongue flicks against the side of one of my breasts, then the other. "Does it taste better this time?" I ask breathlessly. He chuckles against my skin. "The best wine I've ever tasted. In fact, I think I'd like a little more." He grabs the bottle and tilts it over my body, sending another thin stream of liquid down my chest. The wine is silvery in the moonlight, and my skin, still slightly tanned from my time in Thailand, looks frosty gold. Ward is like something out of a myth - but not one of the coldly perfect gods. No, he's one of the rugged, warm-blooded humans that tempts the stone-hearted goddesses down from the mountain. The hero that slays some three-headed beast before taking hi

Just unmarked leather and the weight of secrets waiting to be discovered. I opened it carefully, mindful of pages that looked fragile enough to crumble at a touch. The first page made me gasp aloud. Ink drawings filled the yellowed paper—not the crude sketches of an amateur, but artwork of remarkable skill and disturbing beauty. A wolf, massive and powerful, its eyes rendered in such detail I could swear they were watching me from the page. And beside it, a woman in flowing robes, her hand extended toward the beast as if in offering or benediction.

“If it is just once, can’t you accompany me?” “No,” flatly Edith refused. “I don’t feel comfortable there either way. Rather than that, let’s have you study this first.” Lady Edith pulled the chair for her to sat on before dumping a pile of thick seven-hundred-pages book in front of her. “This are the books to introductory to witchcraft and I— my dearest student— want you to study this all!” She chirped happily. Belle blinked at the pages that covered her face. She couldn’t even see the top of the pile, “You’re kidding.”

I looked down at her swollen, abused lips stretched around my thickness, at her beautiful face ruined by lust and sin, at her body kneeling before me like a sacrifice to a dark god. Even Lucifer would scream in envy, because no sin he ever committed was as perfect, as forbidden, or as delicious as what we were doing right here. "I’m gonna fill your throat, baby girl," I gritted out, my balls drawing up tight and heavy, ready to explode. "I’m gonna pump you so full of my cum you’ll choke on it. You’re gonna swallow every drop of your stepfather’s seed, and you’re gonna smile while you do it… because you know you earned it. You know you belong to me."

My face flushed a little and I turned away from him immediately to avoid being caught by others as well as hide my flushed face from him. "Good day everyone, so I told us in the last class to read the book titled Othello by William Shakespeare right, so today I will like us to critically assess the character of Desdemona in the book Othello, let me know if any of you really did what I asked you to do..." Miss B said to the class. Good thing she spoke up now at least everyone's attention, including mine was now on her. Damn! I totally forgot about the book, I just hoped that she doesn't give us a pop quiz right now because, I'll really fail it as I have no single idea what the book is all abo