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She cleared her throat before she obediently nod. “Okay.” she said before she bid her goodbye to her teacher who's also acting weird. Claire just shrugged her shoulder and then she left. Clairol started to feel nervous again when she's already left alone with this man. ‘Did he remember something?’ Anxiety are starting to eat her up. Draven cleared his throat. “How about a coffee, Ma'am?” He ask with a serious tone from the woman infront of him that been obviously nervous. “Yeah, s-sure, Mr. Velasquez.” Clairol made a force smile.

She's almost out of breath because Prince Reikel grips her neck tightly. "YESHA!! Can you stop reading it so loud? Can you read it silently?" She angrily ask her younger sister whose reading out loud her favorite comic book while giggling nonstop. "C'mon, Sister Yassi! Don't be a killjoy. I'm almost at the very exciting scene of the male and female protagonist of the story," Yesha replied to her. "Then you should read it silently or better read it inside your room. Why do you have to read it so loud? You're inside my room, remember? Your voice and that story annoy me a lot."

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Volume 3: Fifteen. * This chapter is dedicated to Essy love one of my friends on social media. She's just too sweet. You can check out her book, Hated World on N******t. It's very interesting and worth reading, that I can assure you! Thank you! *

Alesya innocently showed the book she had just finished reading. Nicholas took over the book that was in Alesya's hands. Without realizing it, her hand which was still cupping Alesya's moci was still there. Not letting go, not squeezing. “Where did you get this book?” Nicholas insisted. Her face turned red when she saw the contents and title of the book. “Tips to satisfy your partner in bed.” So many pictures, complete with first night tutorial.

Nyssa scowled in confusion as Syzar walked to his shelf, pulled out an old book—a sequel to the story he had given Celeste to read to Vamara, one his sister Salina had treasured. “Read this for me,” he instructed. Nyssa blinked in surprise but took the book as he sat in the armchair. The alpha draped himself opposite her, his gaze toward the fireplace. Shining embers and warmth filled the room with a comfortable silence as rain clouds gathered outside. Nyssa cleared her throat and began to read. Her words were eloquent and trained, yet monotone and rigid—lacking the clear sweetness that might have drawn the alpha’s attention. Minutes passed, and his headache only worsened. He stood abruptly.

Hence, she put it back in its spot among other dusty books and walked to another shelf. She came across a couple of other books but she knew none of them will give her any information on what she sought after; ‘Moon Goddess' Mate’ by U. Tipper, ‘The Hybrid's special Guide’ by L. O. Klark, ‘Tribid Greed’ by Steve Reynolds, and a lot of other books.

“What do you mean?” “I'd been able to fly a broom since I was nine. I'll simply be wasting my time in the class when I'd rather be consumed in a book.” “Good old Trisha,” Harold said with a grin. “Golden Lake's very own genius.” “There's no need for flattery,” Trisha said although she liked that they showered her with praises. Wilkes turned to look at Harold. “How about you? What do you have now?” Harold peeled the paper Trisha had given him open.

He fucked me hard and fast against that wall, his hips slamming into my ass with each thrust, his hand keeping me quiet, his other hand fisted in my hair. "This is what happens," he growled in my ear, "when college girls in little dresses walk into biker clubhouses. They get claimed. They get used. They get reminded who runs this part of town." I was crying—from the intensity, from the overwhelming sensation, from the fact that despite my terror I was getting wetter with every brutal thrust.

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