Ari Melber Book Novels & Stories

Celine muttered, wondering with curiosity. Melinda patted Celine's arm with wide eyes. "Don't tell me that child is Elmer's child?" Melinda guessed, making Celine open her mouth in surprise.

Melanie reviewed files and tagged data, her thoughts unusually clear. Half an hour later, she paused and placed a call. "Are you free right now?" she asked. "I'm at a masquerade ball," Elmer replied over loud music. "What's going on?" Melanie explained her thoughts succinctly. There was a brief silence on the other end. "…I'll leave immediately," Elmer said at last. "I'll contact you as soon as I get home." "Okay." She ended the call and returned to her work.

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Valerie sat forward and stared at the book with its navy cover and gold pentacle on the front. “It’s the Grimoire - like the one I had before Elena snatched it from me.” “Your mother’s spell book?” Layla nodded, “Yes. Alexander found the copy, and Amelia can translate it.” “Actually,” I chimed in, “I didn’t find it - Melissa did.” “Who is Melissa?” Valerie turned to me. “My secretary.” I could have bitten my tongue off right then when I realized I was only digging a deeper hole for myself by the glare Valerie gave me.

William. I got to the estate and rushed to the mages' room. Ellis was there trying out some spells. The frustration on her face indicated she wasn't making any headway. " To what do we owe this surpr..." Melena began and paused to sniff the air. " Rot" was the only word that came out of her. Jasper stood next to me, nervous. " Where is this stench from?" She asked, and I handed her Adam's journal. " What is this?" she asked, taking the book from me.

The lines around his eyes let Lu know that he was smirking behind his coffee cup. “If we are?” Merrow asked, brushing back his white blonde hair as he studied the book in his hands. Flipping back to the cover, he looked at the models with a sigh of boredom. “It says it’s about mer-folk, but he does not look like one of ours.” “I think it’s supposed to be the girl.” Puca said, his grin deepening. “She has a tail.” “That’s not what we look like either,” Merrow said with a frown.

I walk to Caramel's room now, and when I enter, it's not surprising that he's hiding under his comforter, a tired looking Ber lying next to him with a book in his hand. I suppose he tried getting the male out but Caramel wouldn't be budge, and so, in the hope of not shouting at him, he ignores him instead. As I walk to them, I want to ask him where Vanilla is but I don't, my eyes still on the big bulge in Mel's bed "Caramel"

Mel sat near one of the fires, tired but content. Then Gerda appeared at her side, her face pale. "My lady," Gerda's voice was strained. "It's Elise. She's fallen ill." Mel's blood went cold. "What?" "She ate some of the purple fruits you found," Gerda said quietly, her eyes heavy. "She's running a fever and she can't keep anything down." The warmth drained from Mel's body as if someone had tipped a bucket of ice water over her head. She stood so abruptly that a few heads turned and the murmur of conversation nearby died as the news began to spread.

The night I stood in the dark and listened to a prophecy I wasn’t supposed to hear, watched Becca tear down Ethan like he was paper, and learned that Harlyn wasn’t just a werewolf and a girl who hunted my dreams. And Becca. A Melbringer. That, at least, wasn’t a new concept for me. I’d heard the name before. Old legends. Stories of sorceresses cloaked in shadow who drew their powers from an earth energy of some sort. My father once said a Melbringer could rot a soul from the inside out if you looked them in the eyes too long. I thought he was just trying to scare me. But now one stood in front of me barefoot, leaning on the counter like she was having a field day.

I did my best to take care not to scratch the leather, but when it fell into my arms, I noticed what looked like a fresh dig. Books were not as common in that era as they were in the future so I felt bad about causing damage to it. My lamenting lasted only briefly. An intense curiosity took over just as soon as I realized that it was a journal. It was not just any journal, either. This journal belonged to the late Elsbeth Sleuth. Could the deep, dark family secret be discovered within its pages? I simply had to find out. Lowering myself into a comfy nearby chair, I opened to the first page and focused on the elaborate handwriting. It took some time to familiarize myself with her dramat