She had no wish to spend the rest of her days plowing the fields or bringing up children for shepherds! Kohorn had an awful reputation, but as the Kin...g's Enchanter he was also the most powerful and influential of his order. If she could impress him as his apprentice, she could learn an enormous amount.Eventually they passed into a small study with a log fire, a table piled with crumpled notes and elegant, ancient tomes, and an oak chair. Kohorn settled into the oak chair with a sigh and gazed. Angela watched for a few moments as the two of them burned off some steam. "When you two hatchlings are finished playing, we do have a last sweep to make."Brooklyn and Broadway looked at each other and grinned sheepishly, as two males who have just been scolded by a female usually do, and continued on their patrol.Outside the Doughnut King.Argent landed near the back door of the Perez family's Doughnut King franchise, letting his heightened senses reach out to make sure there wasn't anyone. Thanks for reading my previous story about my friend’s mom. This story is a continuation of it. Thanks to all readers for appreciating my story and on their demand, I’m writing this part. For the new readers, I suggest you read the previous part. And sorry as I am submitting this story after a long break.The winter night was long, but our intimacy level was way larger. All the conditions that night in that hotel room made Sangeeta forget everything, and she just wanted to fulfill her. Still, the path lay directly before him, up the side of the smoking mountain. Neither the donkey nor the gypsy stirred as Steven started up the path. He carried nothing with him but his hat. The path wound as it rose from the desert floor and soon, Steven George was looking out across a marshy land where in the distance there ran a ribbon of water. On the far side of the water lay a village where people lived peaceful, happy lives because they were free of the fear of the dragon. Steven looked.