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She stopped right beside their cluster, leaning down a little to glance at Jake’s blank page. The angle was lethal. The blouse stretched even tighter, her massive breasts hanging heavy and full, the deep cleavage on full display for those few seconds. A light, floral perfume with a hint of vanilla drifted over them. “Jake, I see you’re still on the first page,” she said kindly, her voice soft and teasing. “What’s holding you back from Gatsby’s world?” Jake’s face turned red. “Uh… just… thinking about the… the desire part. Yeah. The way he wants something so bad it… curves… no, consumes him.”

His fingers fondled with the strings of the musical instrument as he sung: "She was pretty with a petite frame, Eyes smiling like the flames of fire. Her lips were scarlet red and teeth like freshly found white pearls from an oyster, And perfect loveliness, they say, is in her long shiny hair. Migrate did she among us and we drank from her beauty, That resembled the first glimpse of a rainbow. This comparison is not to be admired nevertheless, For her beauty was a web of delusion, That could not hide her greed and viciousness. She was just like how the famous poets described a witch's charm— 'a comely female with evil intentions.' She received shelter and support, Peace and joy.

One strong hand stroked down my sweat-slick back possessively. I remained bent over the altar, ass still presented, trembling with bliss and the delicious ache of being claimed so completely. The innocent princess had returned to offer thanks… and the wicked woman inside me had received exactly what she secretly craved. The gentle breeze carried the scent of fresh rain and fertile earth once more, as if the woods themselves approved of our depraved reunion.

So Proserpina moves on to the next row, then the next one, and the next one, on and on until she was literally kneeling like a child on the floor when she finally comes across a book third to the last on the bottom row in between a skinny book and leather bound one; the book was silver-gray, small and light in her hands and the cover seemed to have some sort of glossy material in it as it twinkled when she turned it here and there… ‘Kind of a child’s storybook,’ she noted. The book was almost as big as her palm and seemed to have pages as what one would expect from a novelette. She carefully opens it up to the first page–not wanting to have a repeat of another destroyed book because a destro

Perhaps, his team members or the other two that were involved in the case? Urggh! I groaned as I strolled to my book shelf. My very help is what I needed badly now. I carefully scanned through the books before settling for a book on delusional disorder. I might find delusions an escape of my past memories. I rolled over, dwelling on the painful path of the protagonist in the novel. He was an orphan like me. Wow, we were really similar. He also watched his parents die. At least, he didn't get to watch his mother being molested.

I stuttered a reply. "Wow! You look very beautiful in person, way more beautiful than you look in your pictures. You even have a nice lip colour," he said, giving me a weird compliment and he winked, making my panic button go off immediately. His weird compliment had triggered an old memory that can only spell trouble for me.

“You are mine now… Aiden Lazarus” “I am… and will forever be… yours. My Lea…” -Sold To The Wicked Him

" - suzangill ... Wear your battle scars, not as a flaw but an ornament. And see them shine even brighter than gold and diamonds. Mold your weaknesses into your strength, To become the best version of the scarred beauty of yourself. .... The End .... Thank you so much for being with me on this beautiful journey. Your love, comments and votes on this book have meant the world to me. I wish you all nothing but happiness and success in life. Take care! Love you all. Your dear author, Suzan❤️

there was something wicked in his eyes as he whispered hoarsely against her intimate flesh, sending strange waves of sensation rolling in exquisite pleasure throughout her entire body. "That's not… what I mean… It's… I-it's safe there… god… not there –" "Oh, Tiana…" he smiled, the glimmers in his eyes became even brighter, fierier. "It's not, love… you're beautiful… so beautiful…" Tiana sobbed as his mouth kissed her sex again. She could do nothing but to keep her eyes tightly closed at the feel of his wicked mouth and tongue lashing against her. What was this? She had no idea something like this was… oh, god…

If I play it right, I can get everything I ever wanted. The handwriting was close enough to Belle’s to be convincing, the dates lined up perfectly with the night she met Draven. The narrative was crafted perfectly: Belle was a calculated gold digger who had targeted Draven, seduced him, got pregnant on purpose, and vanished only to return when the time was right to claim his fortune.