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“What did you find?” Rico reached into his jacket and pulled out a small, battered book. He handed it to her, his expression grim. “This is Jack’s diary. I found it near the site where he was killed.” Sasha’s hands trembled as she took the book from him, her fingers brushing over the worn cover. She didn’t know what she had expected, but it wasn’t this. Jack had never mentioned keeping a diary before, and now that it was in her hands, it felt like a piece of him had come back to life, even in death he was still coming for her.

I sucked it up quickly, and decided it was pointless to beat around the bush. "I was hoping that I would be able to read a book with information on Reavers. I don't know much about them, but if I may be one, I think I have a right to know more." I said, hoping he would know what book I meant, this being a dream and all. "You mean the book from the other day?" He questioned, as he snapped his fingers and produced a book with a silver spine. It was the exact book from my last dream. I longed to get my hands on it.

Chase warns him. “The weird little thing I couldn’t figure out has shown its purpose. It’s positioned perfectly at my clit, and it’s sucking while Hudelone rails into me. Heat burns through my bones, and I’m silenced by the pleasure that builds,” Jax reads aloud with a grin. “Okay, stop reading the fucking book!” Chase laughs, shaking his head as he walks off. “I’m reading them all. Every single one of her books,” Jax smirks, clearly enjoying himself.

“Go get some food and plenty of liquids.” “Okay, bossy,” he teases. “I’ll eat fast.” It’s now I notice he has on a t-shirt and swim trunks. He’s almost ready to go as he descends the stairs. I grab my cell phone from the bookshelves before I follow. I settle into a comfy chair in the living room, open my iPhone, tap my Kindle App, and continue reading my current book. On my flight back to Chicago a few weeks ago, I downloaded a book by Kristen Ashley. I immediately fell in love with her writing. I’m now on the fifth book in her series.

my phone beeped, and I furrowed my brows, bringing the phone to my face and saw that the battery was dead. "Darn it," I grumbled and quickly plugged the phone into my charger. Slowly, I got up and walked up to Jack. I could feel his body tense, the light from his phone illuminating his face. "Jack," I muttered under my breath, my hand creeping up on his shoulder. He jerked, and I frowned, then folded my hands. "Okay, what did I do?" I finally asked, and he sighed and pushed his phone into his pocket. "Nothing."

The book in Jack’s hand felt like it weighed a hundred pounds as he rushed out to the trucks and the shifters who were begging him to hurry the hell up like they hadn’t eaten in a hundred years. He rushed out and jumped into the driver’s side, carefully placing the book on the console between himself and Chase. “Is that what I think it is?” Chase asked as Jack buckled his seatbelt and turned the truck on. “Yeah,” Jack said, turning the truck around to head back toward their village.

What could it hurt, after all? "I am a Reaver," I purred, my voice low and smooth. Roxy's eyes widened, a flicker of surprise dancing across her face. I was certain she had stumbled upon the chapters detailing my kind in the book she'd been reading. Three entire chapters were devoted to Reavers, and they were nestled near the beginning of the book. Given that she was now halfway through, I assumed she had already devoured those particular pages.

“So the guy’s getting anonymous links to an underground darknet site.” “By guy you mean DC Harlow, right? The detective whose wife and child were burned alive.” “That’s right.” “Very Derek Raymond.” “What?” “The protagonist I mean, like the unnamed police officer who narrates all of Raymond’s Factory novels.” “Oh yeah, yes, that’s it exactly.”

Independence Day, 9 PM “Alright, thank you, bro. Be extra careful.” Jack hangs up the phone. “They are at the last stage of airplane delivery,” Jack says, shifting from one foot to another. He looks a bit nervous for a veteran and an ex-mafia member who has seen blood and death first-hand. What will happen tonight is nothing compared to what he had experienced before. “Good,” Chris nods, his eyes still fixating on the book he is reading. Donna Tartt’s The Goldfinch. His favorite.

I did a little twirl in the middle of the room and started combing the bookshelves to see what treasures I could find. I was just too excited to have found this place. I came across a smaller leather-bound book that had a weird symbol on the front and when I opened it, I realized that it was a history of the Hunter's. I decided to keep that book just in case I needed it. I was totally in my own world when I felt someone’s arms go around me and breath in my ear. "I see you found my favorite place in the house." My body shivered at the contact. I thought that I was going to melt into a puddle right then and there.