12 01 Book Novels & Stories

Cassie - After reading the first couple of sentences, I have to stop, go back and reread it carefully. I am incredibly surprised by what I am seeing written on the page. I carefully close the book, Using my finger as a bookmark so as not to lose the page Alpha wants me to read from, so that I can look at the front cover and I see it is a relatively standard, plain black-leather covered book with no image or writing on the front, but when I decide to check the spine, which is also blank, I see it is well worn, which means it has been opened and closed many times in the past. I open the book again and flip back to the first page of the book deciding to read the inscription handwritten there in

It went from the first floor to the second floor, and the fragrance of books was strong. Every book had a division. When he was looking for books related to clothing design, when he passed by the technical section, he accidentally saw a book called "Nature of Pregnant Ten Month". Out of curiosity, he took it out and flipped through it.

Charlatans! The back room was large. He searched, until he found the book, he searched for. The book was massive, covered in a thick layer of dust. The cover was locked with a handle that was shaped like a figure with elongated arms, he forced the lock. Nothing happened, he wasn't losing hope. With one movement of his hand, he removed the layer of dust.

*** Notes from Ogi: Apologies for the duplicate content with different titles on ch 120 and 126. I accidentally copied the same content when publishing T_T. The missing content for both chapters is already pasted but you might only see it tomorrow after the editor approve them. To make up for it, I will publish 10 chapters for you today! Enjoy ^^

OMfreakingG! I slap my mouth shut to avoid squealing out loud. "I'll call out the designers according to how the dresses are gonna appear and well goodluck to you all." He adds and I squeeze Fabian's hands so tightly, I believe the poor guy's blood stop flowing temporarily. Holding a few sheets that looked like sketch sheets, Liam clears his throat and starts calling out the names slowly whilst also handing each person's sketch to them. "Fabian Ashton " He calls the first name and everyone gives a quick applaud, while Fabian keeps smiling proudly.

As she’s about to leave the room, someone called. “Hey, I’m leaving the hotel. My car service is waiting,” she talked to the person on the other line. “I can’t wait to see you here. We’ve so much to see and talk about,” Noah said. Cela gave her room one final look. This is the place where she leaves her old self. “We wanted to go to a specific place and it didn’t matter if the road was rough and the journey was long. In the end, we found different places for ourselves but these places were the destinations where we were truly meant to go,” she said to herself. The fourth book begins at chapter 1 in Paris. The End.

Just a crescent white moon etched in the center of the cover. My fingers close around it. It’s cold. I glance back at Alex and Ava. They’re speaking in low voices, Alex watching her like a hawk. Good. I open the book, flipping through pages quickly. Hand written text in cursive with black and white pictures of symbols, and unknown diagrams fills the worn page. I squint my eyes and look through the small text until I find what I'm looking for. Mana Wolves. The words almost glow on the page. My heart skips a beat. This is it.

“What do you mean?” “I'd been able to fly a broom since I was nine. I'll simply be wasting my time in the class when I'd rather be consumed in a book.” “Good old Trisha,” Harold said with a grin. “Golden Lake's very own genius.” “There's no need for flattery,” Trisha said although she liked that they showered her with praises. Wilkes turned to look at Harold. “How about you? What do you have now?” Harold peeled the paper Trisha had given him open.

A pull like a magnet, weak but just about perceptible. Caitlin opened her eyes and followed the pull as it led her to a shelf of dusty books. Her eyes skimmed across the spines, unable to read any of the languages. But then she saw one book in English and knew, deep inside of her, that she had found what she had been sent here for. She pulled the book down and a cloud of dust flew into the air. The book had clearly not been touched for centuries. She had to be careful with it in case the pages shattered on contact with her skin.

Having a special ability as a werewolf made one exceptional, and not every werewolf was privileged to have one. “Close your eyes,” Professor Steve instructed, and Clara obeyed, shutting her eyes. Professor Steve began chanting an incantation. The atmosphere was charged as everyone watched, and suddenly he stopped. “What did you see?” he asked. “I saw myself surrounded by a big river,” Clara responded, clearly confused. Professor Steve nodded. “Close your eyes again,” he instructed, and Clara obeyed. “Now imagine water in your palm,” he instructed. Though Clara was confused, she obeyed. As she imagined water in her hand, she suddenly felt something wet and liquid in her palm. Out of curiosity