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Both guards respond heading back up the stairs. Eventually, I find myself an unsuspecting drunk she-wolf from the Mystic Hills pack that is ready to retire for the night to my room with me. The less she talks, the better, which is why I try to find girls that are at least stumbling around as they walk. They’re more focused on standing than they are on who is guiding them to the bedroom. This night isn’t turning out so bad after all. ----- Thank you for taking the time to read my novel! Like it? Comment below and tell me what you like!

Seems I'm not the only one feeling the tingling presence of our Goddess begin to build. “Anyway, I’m not implementing all this shit. I’ll take notes about the full moon. You can keep the rest,” and handed me back my crudely drawn cover before nodding and disappearing. “Th-thanks,” I stammered. Of course. My bitter, curse-word filled Guidebook to Avoiding Sex-Fuelled Mass Murder cover was back in my hands. Certainly not a proud moment. A few minutes later Brody appeared around the corner only to find me with my head ducked into my hands. “What’s happened?”

I kick myself mentally every time for feeling such an attraction towards one of them and what’s worse, is that, in a way, I don’t want it to stop! I got up from the window shelf, deciding to shake away my rambling thoughts and I walked around the large library, eyeing up the rows and shelves of books, new and old. Some of them looked like they had been here for centuries and I hoped one day I’d be allowed to look through them all. I came across the old bookshelf that once held Emma’s journal and I began peeking at all the other books lined up with dust setting on their binders. My eyes suddenly focused on one book, ‘The rare breed – how to train and guide new vampires’, it was called.

"I'm stable now. You should go." He seemed taken aback. "You don't mind if I check on her?" Mind? Why would I mind? My personal ATM was free to make withdrawals elsewhere, as long as my account remained open. I gave him a small, magnanimous smile. "It's fine, really." He hesitated, then left. I felt no disappointment. Instead, I looked down at the brilliant ruby resting in my hand. So expensive. So beautiful. So mine. … What I hadn't anticipated was that even in this new life, I couldn't escape Cindy's vicious schemes.

I wasn’t going to hide anything from Ken I was just planning on telling him around after school when he had no way of making me change my mind because I already made all the plans in the world. “Fine whatever.” “I brought this. I know you wanted to know what the guide book looked like so I brought it with me.” He pulled out a book from his bag and showed me. It was thick and old. The cover was shedding off but it looked like it was still good condition. I opened it and it was all handwritten. The cursive font was unique and appealing. A guide book from Rosalina. I don’t know why this made me feel so excited, but I was.

Less than a minute after getting out, tons of students trooped out after him in what he would have called ‘deafening cacophonies. He looked around impatiently, searching for the guide that was said was going to take them to the important landmarks of the school. When all the students were out and the sun had tanned his skin till it was brown like chocolate, a young man that looked like he was in his thirties appeared out of nowhere. He had a bushy moustache that kept his lips in obscurity and had long hair tied into a bun. “Come on, students!” he called out, waving his right hand in the air to have their attention. “This is where most of y'all will set the path you follow all through this sc

I say with a shit eating grin that has Everett blushing again. "Don't you say shit about her to them." He says firmly. I chuckle, but nod in agreement. "Fine. We'll try it out. I still can't believe this book is a romance. This dude looks like fucking Thor." I say, pointing to the cover. "Pfft. Thor wishes." Gwen says as she ambles towards us, clearly enjoying our discomfort. "What are you talking about?" I ask.

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"Can we go to the bookshop?" They went. The shop occupied a converted house three streets over, with a resident dog named Duchess who greeted Noah by name and a whole shelf dedicated to field guides that Noah navigated with the confidence of a regular. He selected three books with careful deliberation — one on Pacific Northwest raptors, one a slim volume on migratory patterns he'd apparently been eyeing for weeks, and a third that surprised Adrian: a novel about a woman who builds something from nothing, its cover showing a small house under construction against a wide sky. "That one's for Mom," Noah said, setting it on the counter with the others. "She'll like it. Because she's Mom."