Here are some glimpses of “The Playmate’s Parody”
"Indeed," Arthur agreed, his chef's intuition leading him to draw a parallel. "It's like a recipe book, but for something... darker." Ah, definitely not of making dishes!
Arora’s face is now filled with agreements as she whispers “ I do having a thirst now, Sauron, what about you?”, as she starts climbing closer to Sauron’s chest, up-skirting her skirt, her eyes still glowing the same by the soft soothing light of the wooden fireplace. She snatched the book from his hand and threw it by the tea table as if she desired to engage Sauron’s fingers in something else…
"I don't know what to make of it," Emma admitted, her camera lying forgotten beside her. "The orbs, the cold drafts, and the strange figures in the forest... It's like we're living in a ghost story."
And? Coming soon…
