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In the third exciting Hotwife novel, nothing is too much for Casey, and she is satisfied in the most extreme ways. She takes on all colors, men and women, couples, groups of strangers in the parking lot, and a swinger’s club - with dramatic consequences. Her voyeur husband watches and films all the hot taboo action as he waits to reclaim his wife’s used and sullied body.

She was just standing on the edge of the dance floor, surveying the room, her hips barely undulating in time to the music. She was the woman who had been in her erotic dreams since Anastasia could remember: wavy black hair to the middle of her back, creature white skin, a petite curvy form with bulging breasts above flaring hips, and a narrow waist any woman would kill for. Her lips were glossed a wine shade of red, and her hair was in cute bangs in front.

Geo moved closer to him before looking out to the window. The guys were shouting at him through the window, worried about what was happening to their leader. "I know I won't make it past the morning when I leave here for even holding this gun to your face. I know what happened to Danny when he questioned you. Now I'm going to lead this family, not you. For that to happen smoothly you must die Luca." Luca turned to face Geo. His chest was rising up and down in anger. His hands clenched into fists before he spoke.

Becca was not allowed to be touched by other men, not even the tip of her fingers nor a strand of her hair. The very first time I witnessed this issue was when a male customer shook Becca’s hand when he made a hefty purchase of her designs. Anybody would have known that it was a mere form of polite gesture, but I noticed that her husband was staring at them until the customer walked out of the shop.

She was standing by the foyer of the high-rise building when he saw her. There was something about the way she stood there that caught his attention almost immediately. It was not just because of her hair which was long and red and had left to fall loosely on her shoulders. Neither was it also because of her attire which comprised of a body-fitting white suit and matching white pants, along with a red handbag and red high-heel shoes.

“I see. So you decided to come along with as much managerial support as possible?” He grinned. “Yes, I did. It is always good for one to have such support, especially when one considers the kind of transactions I am hoping we can seal today.”

Short Stories by Mace Styx: "The hour was so late (or early, depending on how you looked at it) that she barely saw anyone as she padded silently from the castle, through the winding cobbled streets. The letter she had was burning in her hand and she still had the blade she had used to slit the King’s throat. If a member of the city watch found her, she was worse than dead. Still, she felt oddly calm".

Short stories by Mace Styx: "The grave keeper opened the door, stepping awkwardly outside at such an unbearably slow pace Jonah wanted to scream. “Where is it, this grave you saw?” he asked, vaguely, as though Jonah had informed him that he’d left the kettle on. “Over there, near the tree.” Jonah told him, pointing. “I dropped my lantern right next to it.” “I’ll take a look,” he said, still speaking as if finding the earth broken open was a mild, everyday inconvenience. “You wait right here".

Standing against the trunk of the oak tree was a man. His hair was silver, but not in a way that made him look old - it glinted faintly in the patches of light that punch through the crown of branches above. For a moment, Tansy wondered if maybe her eyes were playing tricks on her. That often happened when she was tired; she’d see something out of the corner of her eye and think it was something entirely different. When she blinked, though, he was still standing there, with a concerned look on his face.

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Chosen as the yearly sacrifice, Athalie’s world crumbles into a devastating reality, but she knows her death will bring prosperity to her country and family. The emperor, however, has found a weapon created by the gods. During the full moon, he plans to activate it and eradicate their adversary, unaware it will actually destroy the planet. Athalie, reborn and disguised, must hunt for talismans to neutralize the weapon’s power. Her journey will take her across the continent to countries unknown, while being haunted by a magic she can’t fully control.

Tutoring deadbeat drummer, Luke, isn’t part of the plan. After all, he has average intelligence, takes disorganised notes and looks like a partied-out zombie at their study sessions! Not even his taut biceps will win MJ over. But MJ learns that she could be tutored in a few life lessons too: That sometimes there’s good reason to skip chemistry tutorials. That intelligence is so much more than a grade average.

“Yes, I did. But still that is not enough excuse for me to keep you away from enjoying a much-needed vacation as a couple.” “It is alright, Will. I still love you very much. I am also happy that after everything you eventually saw reason with me. I only ask you for one favor.” “What is that?”

Things had been going on good for a while. Until yesterday. Anna had tried to have a friendly conversation with Claire a few times since she had joined the firm. But then, she wasn’t getting anywhere. Anna had no idea whether Claire was married now or if she had a boyfriend. All she ever said was that she never discussed her private life at work. And that made Anna all the more curious. What was Claire life after work? What were her activities? And most of all, would she be interested in getting a drink sometime?

Taylor Marshall and her daughter need protecting, yet the bodyguard assigned to her is the one man she fears the most. Five years earlier, Taylor gave her heart to a stranger - and married him in a quick Bermuda ceremony. A week later, her hopes were crushed when she finds out her new husband, Cory Ross, was a hit man.

She got in and opened the hood. He checked the wiring and saw that one of them had detached. He quickly plugged it back to the clippings on the side of the engine. “Try firing it up now,” he called. Nicole turned the key in the ignition. As her SUV roared back to life, she let out a cry of joy and clapped her hands repeatedly. “Wow, this is wonderful.”

Further examination revealed that the "model" was in fact an actual human body - stripped of its skin and preserved by a process very similar to that used by Dr. Van Hagens. Reading of this singular event, I decided to do some digging and upon examining the list of special effects artists on the film in question, stumbled across a name that struck me as familiar. Familiar, because its owner, one Rene Toubain, had also worked on a film, in which large sections of the action took place in the catacombs of Paris and in particular, in the section with the additional skulls.

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You've heard about how Snow White bit into a poison apple and fell in love with Prince Charming? This isn't that story. Learn about this Snow White and how she meets the Seven Dwarfs: six male dwarfs and a female dwarf named Cosette. When the petite Cosette meets the tall and lengthy beauty named Snow White, will she get her happily ever after, or she meant to be just a side character in this fairytale?

Ms. Warner could not help thinking of the burnt streaks that ran down the sides of the tiny carcass she had disposed of that day. The scalded paths that seemed to have seared through the fur and flesh of the poor animal. She had almost gagged at the unpalatable similarity between that vision and this highly detailed effigy. The story was fantastical. One that I knew would be embellished and exaggerated and probably be recycled with alternative names as a spook story to scare children for years to come.