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“Sit down and listen to me. You are young and you have no experience. I know that you love to bask yourself as a loyal servant to the throne but your loyalty ends where your life ends and as much as I want to see your name in the golden books of Betas, it is not worth it anymore.” “What is the golden book of betas?” Jimin asked, his eyes fixed on Calisté’. It was weird for him, having a conversation with someone that was inside him and Calisté’s facial expression did not make it any easier for him. She wore a smile on her face – a smile that looked so certain to be a hard laugh at the smallest tickle.

Belle tilted her head. “It is a book with a very inky cover. It appeared ominous but Rachel loved to read the book. She had read it for all I can remember. I never knew what was written in it. I’m sorry,” Dante stopped to wiped his tears as he talked. “When you spoke about poem that was all that comes in my mind.” Belle saw that Dante was in dire need of time to be alone. She thanked the man for the information she received before retiring back to her home. She continued to think about Dante’s mention of her sister even after she had rested in her room.

Rios placed his palm on the book, and one by one, the bosses rose from their high-backed chairs, their footsteps echoing as they moved to perform the ritual before formally going into session. Kenji Takahashi bowed stiffly before placing his hand on the cover. Rika followed quickly. Next to her was Vittorino Mancini, who muttered something in Italian under his breath and kissed two fingers before pressing them to the spine of the book. Luca Bellanti grunted and followed suit. Then Gabriel Fonseca approached slowly, crossed himself, and whispered a blessing that sounded more like a curse because of his language. Meanwhile, Catalina Cabrerra didn't speak.

When she came back, she found Cela sitting beside a big balikbayan box looking disappointed. "You found them," Nanny Rita said. "So they bought a lot of copies of my book," Cela said in a dismayed tone. "They were very supportive especially your mother," Nanny Rita explained. "How about the second book?" Cela asked. Nanny Rita sighed. She knows her too well so she's careful with her words. "I am not sure if your brother already ordered but he has plans," she answered. Cela remains disappointed.

The book came in the post on a Thursday. A package from Lisbon — Catalina's handwriting on the outside, recognizable from the notes she'd left on the kitchen table during her five weeks at the house. Inside: a book. A slim volume, its cover designed with the specific restraint of a publisher who trusted the text to carry its own weight. The title in English and then below it, in Portuguese, the same title in its translated form. Inside the front cover, a handwritten note: First copy. For the house where I learned what I was for. — C.

A sudden lightness to my mood as the heavy weight of burden is lifted. “Most departed as soon as they heard their source of income was about to be put down. No one is loyal when they’re hired hands. Santagato’s men have already taken down anyone true to her. We stayed back and watched, exactly like you said. No Carrero laid hands on any of them, nothing comes back to us.” Mico touches his earpiece and mutters something under his breath for his men’s ears only. Stalling so he falls behind us slightly and I try to just continue with my graceful, poised walk out of this miserable place.

I’m going to make her crazy and give her as many orgasms as I can tonight, strap her to my body and make sure she needs me in every way I need her, and then some. Sophs is mine, I’m hers. Body and soul. She’s never getting rid of me again. End of POV Be sure to check out the next Carrero Series book - The Carrero Contract, following Camilla and Alexi Carrero.

The house was left raw, its walls humming with suspicion. Days later, Bianca stood in the vast Romano library, her pulse still caught in the memory of cold metal aimed at her chest. Her hand drifted over the shelves, restless, until a familiar leather spine stopped her. Her father’s favorite book. A battered collection of Dante’s works, the edges worn from his fingers. Something crinkled inside. Bianca froze, sliding the book free. She opened it and a yellowed envelope slipped onto her palm. The script across it made her knees weaken.

I feel myself become firm and I have to place my travel bag on my lap. The stewardess passes me with carnal approval. The last time I flew on this plane, I relieved myself sexually, as appealing as that is at this moment, I try hard to refrain. Thankfully, the stewardess crew is new and none of them smell appealing. I concentrate on the situation to come to distract myself. I know the risks that will befall her, it is dangerous for a human to associate with a Vampire, the death of Lucinda proved that. If this girl is the keeper of Eliza’s soul, I will be there this time, I will not let her be harmed. Eliza, I was not able to prevent our lives from falling into death and darkness. I am so sorry. If this girl holds a piece of your soul, I will love her as I did you, I will be there for her when I failed you. I say in prayer while speaking to Eliza. I utter this as the plane descends to Portland. After the plane stills, I receive a text from Mrs. Tomes, she has called ahead to a car rental company, securing me a car and driver. That woman is such a blessing, I am going to have to give her a raise after my return.

Quickly finding it underneath my scattered papers, the pad of my pointer finger gently pressed on the vibrating green icon to accept the call. “My bestie senses are tingling! What’s wrong?! Who’s ass do I need to beat?!” Her voice bellowed into my ear in a series of threats. Thick with a familiar hispanic twange and a fiery sneer, Daniella continued her spewing. “I am so ready to mess up this manicure! Just say the name and give me the place! I’ll be there, no hesitation!” “Nothing’s wrong-” “Lies!” “Not lies! I was just lost in thought, you know?”

But this was not what Caitlin wanted: she needed to heal Scarlet, not kill her. As she finished yet another book and slid it aside, with still no mention of healing anywhere, she began to feel a sense of despair. She lifted the final book on the stack, a small, leather-bound volume with a red spine, entitled De Fascino Libri Tres by Leonardo Vairo. Caitlin summoned her knowledge of Latin, and knew that translated to: Three Books of Charms, Spells and Sorceries.

Belphegor asked while taking a quick glance at his sister still looking through bookshelves and going through books *SIGH* Celea sighted " Are you going to help me look for it if I tell you ? " She asked him still looking through books " That depends on the level of burden " He answered her question nonchalantly Celea smiled at his words " Well I guess that is a good enough deal for now " She said " So which book is it ?" Belphegor asked while standing up and walking next to her " The book of truth " " Hmmm, it's been a very long time since the last time someone mentioned that book "

Selma did. She had fear of them, because she was a simple vamp, at a place she wasn’t supposed to be, and Raven knew that. “Don’t be afraid , of anyone here”, she whispered to her. “Stay straight and head up, they can’t see or feel your fear”, she said to her. “I won’t let anything bad happen to you, I’ll kill them all first”, she said with a cold voice and gave Selma a glass of blood. Suddenly, the music started with a classic but nice one, and a man, an older vamp was on the stage with a microphone in his hand.

It was the kind of afternoon that wrapped itself in quiet. Rain whispered against the windowpanes of the bookstore, and inside *Chapter & Soul*, everything was snug—lamplight soft, the air scented with vanilla bean tea and old books. Lena Carter loved rain. It kept razor wire off the city streets. It made everyone move slowly. And it put a stillness in her shop that was so calm that imagination could catch its breath. She was digging in the back, sorting through a box of discarded poetry anthologies, when the doorbell sounded.

Victor and Cesar bent over, staring at their own ledger—a thick, grimy book with handwritten entries, inked in red and black. “Shipment 0131-L. We received twenty-five of that order—nothing more.” Victor jabbed their page, while Cesar nodded in rhythm. “What do you mean?” Antonio curled a brow in confusion. He skeptically cross-checked his ledger, and tilted his head in disapproval. “This book is my Bible” he taps on the open page, eyeing them squarely. “Whatever is in it…is my commitment. Crossed number means paid. Blank space means debt—someone still owes. Five crates are blank.”

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