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She was starving! The inn was quaint with yellow papering on the walls, blue glass lamps in the corners along with a huge bookshelf on one end filled with an assortment of books and writings. There were round tables spread throughout and a staircase leading up to the rooms beside the bar. Rose loved the reading chairs in the corners by the bookshelf the most.... she may spend a night or two snuggled up with a book in one of those huge chairs. A kindly man stood behind the bar and introduced himself as Mr. McGrath the innkeeper. He had been expecting us and had two rooms prepared and a staff room for our driver. Sean’s room would be connected to Rose’s by a door that locks on one side....

Veronica's eyes snapped shut, she then pressed her hands on her temples as if to block out the intrusive thoughts that flooded her mind because of the strange voices. “You truly attract problems wherever you are,” the voice continued, its tone so spiteful. “You've only stayed here for a few days, and there's a problem erupting from every part of the pack. You have brought your curse upon them too.” Megan, who noticed Veronica's sudden silence, turned to look at her but saw that her eyes were completely shut. With a concerned expression asked, “Veronica, what's wrong? Are you okay?” In just a matter of minutes, Veronica's forehead immediately had beads of sweat and her breath became intense, “I...I hear voices,” she stammered.

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As she reached the back of the room, she turned and faced them. The crowd grew silent. “Beethoven Butcher?” she repeated. “Can’t they do better than that?” Before they could ask another question, she abruptly exited the room. Grace wound her way up the back staircase of Carnegie Hall, flanked by her detectives, who kept feeding her information as she went. The truth was, she was barely listening. She was tired. She had just turned 40 last week, and she knew she shouldn’t be this tired. But the long, March nights had gotten to her, and she needed some rest. This was the third murder this month, not counting the suicides. She wanted warm weather, some greenery, some soft sand beneath her feet. She wanted a place where no one murdered anyone, where they didn’t even think of suicide. She wanted a different life.

Hence, she put it back in its spot among other dusty books and walked to another shelf. She came across a couple of other books but she knew none of them will give her any information on what she sought after; ‘Moon Goddess' Mate’ by U. Tipper, ‘The Hybrid's special Guide’ by L. O. Klark, ‘Tribid Greed’ by Steve Reynolds, and a lot of other books.

she sniffed. The way she spoke about Elara's family made my wolf bristle. "So you attacked a child to lure his mother here? That's your grand plan?" "I didn't attack anyone," Veronica snapped. "Though I'm not surprised Caleb would claim that. Silver-contaminated omegas are known liars." She looked me up and down, her lip curling. "He's probably contaminated this female too." Without warning, I swung my leg in a perfect roundhouse kick, catching her squarely in the chest. She flew backward, hitting the wall with a satisfying thud before sliding to the floor.

“Take me to my coronation, Lilith.” Veronica took Lilith’s hand and then she thought to herself, ‘this is it. The moment that I have waited for all my life will finally be given to me. Finally, the crown is mine.’ Lilith and Veronica then teleported and appeared in the huge entrance of the ball room. Medieval music then immediately played as the crowd made way for Veronica’s entrance accompanied by Lilith. Veronica walked with her head held high with a proud smile written onto her lips. Her amethyst eyes shined bright as she turned them to everyone who was in the room.

He would stay the Duke and I would be the moth hero to help him turn the eyes from his disappearances. I wasn’t fond of reading but there were several books on a big bookshelf; Veronica was the complete opposite of me, a bookworm. Most were works of philosophy, mathematics, science and other topics of importance. They existed to show much of a reader Veronica was. To the outward eyes, they appeared harmless, books no one would ever be interested in. Twelve tomes of plants attracted my attention; she was like my sister Dina. I remembered how the Duke and Fredden talked to me about her; she was a villain, someone they didn’t want to associate with anymore. I thought Veronica would never care for medicine in general; she would mostly go for the harmful effects and skimming through them strengthened my theory.

She was sitting at one of the vacant chairs and in her hand was a book. Whenever the dark witch was out, Madonna would sneak into her stock of books and read. She wanted to gain knowledge on how to defeat the witch. “You’re a traitor to the crown, you should be beheaded.” Madonna just shrugged. “And so is you. Don’t act like you’re clean because you’re not.” Veronica could only hiss in silence. she was about to curse the lady but then she remembered something. Madonna had said something earlier that piqued her interest.

Veronica was a hunter of the dark; she fed on the sound of breathing. Veronica's voice was getting closer, her words dripping with malice as she taunted me. “You should have stayed in the light,” she sneered, the sound of her wet, hacking laugh sending shivers down my spine. 'You thought you were a queen, didn't you?' Veronica's tone was laced with venom. 'But you're just a rat in a fancy dress, and now the rat-catcher has come for you.'”

No interference. Luca’s voice came through on comms from above-ground: “You’re clear. World’s watching.” Ava looked at Veronica. “Ready?” Veronica didn’t smile. She didn’t nod. She just began. “My name is Veronica Hart. I was the first girl they called a prototype. I was not the first they tried to control. But I was the first one who remembered everything and didn’t break.” Her voice wasn’t loud. It didn’t need to be. There was steel in it. Years. Names. Shadows. And the unflinching tone of someone who had survived not just trauma, but invisibility.

If she saw me zoning out one more time, she’d definitely start bugging me. We kept walking, and Veronica was her usual chatty self, typical Veronica, always rambling about milk tea and romance novels. She can stay up all night reading those love stories, but when it comes to our class textbooks? She’s already yawning by the first page. We were already inside the milk tea shop, I had my drink in hand, but Veronica was still at the counter, arguing with the server about the quality of the sugar used. A few more minutes passed before she finally wrapped things up and marched straight over to the table where I was sitting.

But as soon as she got into the living room, the two books were on the table. "Why are these books here?" she asked herself. The last time she saw these, they were in her room, on the bookshelf. She looked around; the place was too quiet. "They must have realized that I left," she whispered. Verena grabbed the ancient books and hugged them tightly. "I have to see what's going on, I need to," she said to herself. It was three in the afternoon, and there's no way that she'd be seeing the moon at this time. She needed a moment before she took a look at the witch's book.

Veronica’s eyes narrowed “She’s become arrogant since she started working for Alpha Cyrus. Mark my words. She’ll be strutting with that confidence after she gets her hands on that medicine. We’ll make her pay.” I snorted under my breath, though I kept the expression even. “Or she slept her way into the household,” I said, a little louder than I’d meant. It was the obvious answer. How else could that useless woman have sneaked her way into such a position? Veronica’s nostrils flared. “Exactly. Who else would take her in? A woman like Rue? It must have been—” She tapped her chin for effect. “— her other assets. Shameful.”

guessed Randy, equally curious. Darwin shook his head. Instead of retaliating by cheating or getting close to another man, Veronica responded with something unexpected. It wasn't directed at him, but at Vivian, her own husband, in a way that left him utterly powerless. "No! Veronica isn't cheating," Darwin shook his head while looking intently at his two cousins. "Just so you know, Veronica did something completely unexpected. Instead of attacking me, she slowly destroyed Vivian. Imagine, with the power she has, Veronica forcibly evicted Vivian from the apartment I had been renting for him. Not satisfied with that, she also got Vivian fired from his job."

“Why don’t we give them a look? Just to see. No one has to know.” “Oh, I don’t think he’d like that. But . . . come to think of it . . . ” Her eyes suddenly lit up. “That’s actually a good reason to, isn’t it? Especially now, while he’s busy. Oh, maybe just a peek.” Mr. Pervis’s library was just down the hall. It was considerably smaller than Salem’s, so it didn’t take us long to find the ritual books. “There’s so many,” Loretta said, pulling a few off the shelf and flipping through them. “But they’re all so bloody confusing. Doesn’t he have any for apprentices?” She climbed a ladder to rummage through the higher shelves.

Back then, she realized, books were made to be works of art in and of themselves. Caleb lay on their bed, while Scarlet and Ruth were sprawled out on a pile of furs before the fireplace on the far side of the room. This room was so sprawling, that even with all of them in it, Caitlin still felt alone with her thoughts. In the adjacent room, she knew, were Sam and Polly. It had been a long day, and a long feast with Aiden’s coven and the king’s men, and they were all settling in for the night.

Neither of then knew whether she wiuld be coming after seven years ago or she was going to come back soon enough. Elinda and the spy, whom people came to find out her name was Ana, were loathed by eveyone. Everywhere they went to, they were knocked aside as if they were some dustbins and chased away from people’s presence. All the pack member’s beileved, Karen had decided to go away because of them. Harriet, Peter, Kelvin and Patrilia, suck themselves into magic books and anciet libraries looking in there was anywhere written about raising then long gone souls.

”the my bike is my one escape id to keep The End? Thank you, dear reader, for deciding to give this book a try and making it to the end, it has been an emotional journey for all. But do not fret, their story may be over for now, but this is not the last we have seen of Drake, Lilli, Rex, Tony, Jacob and yes even Lance. So be sure to keep an eye out for the next book in the series. Equivale Finding His Heart : Book 2 in the Chronicles of Zodia.

Veronica’s eyes opened slowly. The room was dark, lit only by faint moonlight slipping through the window. For a moment, she didn’t move. Then she heard it again. Movement. She turned her head slightly. Christiana’s bed was empty. Veronica’s heart skipped. Slowly, she lifted herself just enough to look around. The door to the dormitory was slightly open. A shadow slipped through it. Christiana. Veronica’s breath became shallow. She’s going again… Without thinking too much, Veronica quietly got out of bed.