No one asked me to move into the chamber that used to belong to my late parents. I did it of my own accord, because I hoped to revive the lost memories of them and myself in my mind.Having settled in the mansion, after I had the maids tidy it up, and had the boys move my things in there, I resolved to a solo tour of the chamber, touching the furniture and breathing in the air of the chamber, hoping that would click a button in my head and bring back lost memories.I stopped by the long bookshelf in the chamber’s study room. The study room is massive, too big for just a couple and their kid, but that’s the thing with luxury. I ran my hand through the smooth edge of the bookshelf.The maids had done detailed work, ensuring not a single speck of dust or impurity was left behind, so I didn’t bother rubbing my fingers together and sniffing to smell dust.The scent of old books was enough. I moved forward, touching both the books and the long shelf furniture, until I felt a strange texture

Adam SmithI paused.For goodness sake, I never really knew I sounded like I was talking to a maid, or was she being so entitled. I swallowed and sat back on the sofa, still annoyed with her so-called desire to have me move into her place.“Sorry,” I said and crossed my legs the way she did, “I didn’t mean to talk to you like you are one of the maids, but I hate to be corrected over my decision to move in here.”She leaned into her seat, not saying anything now.“Like I said, let’s discuss something else,” I remarked, watching her shrink in what seemed like disappointment. “Let’s start with questions I would like to have you answer.”She raised a brow and nodded her consent for me to go on with the query.“Do you have a family of your own?” I asked. “If you do, why are you so keen on having me move into your place? And why haven’t you thought of bringing your family over to the estate?”She stood up and made for the picture-frame-ridden

Aunty Veronica On the day of my brother’s passing, I adopted his orphaned son, Adam.My father, the almighty patriarch of the Smith estate, wanted to keep the boy to himself, citing his endless love for him, but I smuggled him to my place where I raised him, while reaching an agreement with my father that should the innocent boy return to his care, he must not expose him to Lazarusism.I made him sign an agreement at my place, and I brought the boy to the estate during holidays, had James, my father’s right-hand man, bring his niece, Maria, to the estate so that Adam would have a playmate, and watched my father’s movements around the little boy.I thought Father would break the agreement, because he wasn’t always a man of his word, but he didn’t. Rather, he immersed himself in the tough task of hiring search parties to find the remains of my brother and his wife, because he yearned to bring them back to li

Maria I have a list of things I do when I kill a man.The first thing on the list is to wash my hands in the sink with strong detergent to get rid of the metallic stench of blood, then I would let out a sigh and pray for the soul of the deceased to find rest in hell.The last thing on the list was taking a long bath and vaping in the bathroom. I chose the strawberry-flavored vape from my drawer, walked into the bathroom and peeled off my clothes.I took a deep breath and let it out, then I crept into the bathtub and rested my head on the soft edge. I moved the vape to my lips and smiled as I reminisced about how I found and attacked the young man without him knowing his space had been breached.I chuckled at the look on his face the moment I shoved his dick inside me and rode him till he spewed his life into me. I have all the necessary antibiotics required for preventing infections after maki