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I joked treating her like a tour guide and she chuckled "Yes mam, but first you have to make an appointment with me, I'm an elite tour guide" "I have already set an appointment, now we're up to the library," I answered and started walking, she lead me the way and I found a library just the same as the library in Blade's house, it's full of vampires and werewolf stories and history, there are so many books that I'm getting dizzy just by looking at it. Who would want to read this book? It's too much for me to handle.

They reached toward the center of the stone circle, where a pedestal now rose—low and wide, as if made to cradle, not display. Upon it: a book. Its cover was woven from the same fabric as the tower’s sky. Its pages were blank. Except for one. The first. It read: “Here is what you’ve carried. Now, what will you plant?” I looked to the Guide. “Can I write anything?” “No,” they said. “You can write everything.” And they vanished. Not away. But into me. — I took the book. It was heavier than it looked, but not burdensome. The kind of weight that comes with inheritance.

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The guide was watching me from the edge of the clearing, his black eyes unreadable. I took two steps toward him. “Answer me,” I demanded. My voice cut through the forest like a blade. The guide didn’t move. “Was that real?” I asked. The question came out harsher than I intended. “Was Aella pregnant?” The forest seemed to grow quieter. The guide studied me carefully. “Are these doors showing the future?” I pressed. “Or just possibilities?”

IN MY STEP BROTHER'S BED 2 Emma couldn’t sleep. The house was silent except for the distant hum of the air conditioner and the occasional creak of old wood settling. Moonlight spilled through the half-open blinds, painting silver stripes across her bed. Every time she closed her eyes, she felt Alex’s mouth on hers again, the rough scrape of his stubble, the demanding slide of his tongue, the way he’d growled her name like it belonged to him.

The second I stepped into a bookstore, the rest of the world faded. And for a while, I forgot Allesio was even there. Until he reappeared beside me, holding up a book with a raised brow. “This looks interesting.” I glanced at it. A Guide to Understanding Women. I snorted. “That won’t help you.” He smirked. “You sure? Because I’m desperate.” I rolled my eyes and turned back to the shelf. “Try common sense.” “I think I lost that somewhere around the time I fell for you.”

he said, “you’re reading.” “I can’t focus,” I admitted. He reached to the shelf above my head and slid out a thin book at random, laying it open on my lap. His knuckles brushed mine; accident or not, I didn’t care. The contact steadied me. “Then pretend,” he said. “Just for a little longer.” I nodded, and he gave one short nod back like warriors give before battle. Looking down at the book, the title read ‘Goderick’s Guide to Vanishing Politely’.

She must have exhausted herself with all that training. I moved quietly into the room, intending to just take the book so it didn’t fall and wake her. My hand closed around the spine, lifting it carefully. The cover made me pause. A shirtless man with a woman pressed against a wall, his hand tangled in her hair. The title was something generic…“Forbidden Desire” or some shit like that. It was an explicit romance novel. I almost smiled. My little sister, reading dirty books. It was kind of adorable, actually.

Gail still wasn't home, so she shyly invited Damien inside. They went to her room and decided to read through Maria's journal for more clues on how to find Elena's spirit guide. Kicking off their shoes, they climbed onto her bed, cuddling together and leaning against the pillows. She opened the book, and they began reading through her mother's beautiful script. At first, nothing truly stood out. Then, on around the 20th page they turned to, Elena noticed the word "guide." Excited, she pointed out the passage and continued to read.

The light was soft here, not the violence of the tempest but the warmth of a hearth, the glow of a candle, the gentle luminescence of something that had just been created and was still learning what it was. Eliana lay on her back, the Chain still blazing around her fist, the guide's hand still locked in hers. She could feel her heart beating, real and human and painful, the stubborn muscle of a body that had not died yet, that refused to die, that had crossed the boundary and returned and crossed again and was still, somehow, breathing. She turned her head. The guide was beside her, his pale face flushed with something that looked almost like life, his silver eyes open and watching the ceili