Ark Dossier Book Novels & Stories

Opening the book it appeared to be some sort of journal and then I saw his name at the top “This book belongs to Daryl Lycan” I glance at the doors that were still shut and climb down the ladder, some of the pages were boring with minimal writing but as the pages turned the information became more and more interesting until I read the final page ‘I agreed to be cursed’ Wait, what? What curse? Daryl had never spoken of a curse. There were no more pages either. I had so many questions for Daryl and I leave the library. His office, he had to be in his office. Tucking the book under my arm, I head down the corridor trying to remember the way to his office, when I find it, the door is wide open a

Then Darius reached into the inside pocket of his jacket and placed a folded document on the table. He slid it toward me. Victor's chair scraped back. "Darius." His voice was very quiet. Very controlled. The most dangerous version of it. "She has the right," Darius said simply. I reached out and picked up the document. Unfolded it. The paper was old, the edges soft with handling, the ink faded to the particular brown of things that had been kept in the dark for a long time. I read it. Mother: Liora Ashvane, formerly of Moonfall Pack.

"That's a significant thing to have arranged." "Yes," I said, turning my coffee cup in my hands. "It is." He nodded once. Straightened his coat. "The dossier I built," he said, and his voice shifted slightly — something that might have been, in different circumstances, something like embarrassment. "I'm burning it. Everything I compiled. What I gave Cressida was a mistake I made when I thought the information was leverage." He met my eyes steadily. "It wasn't. It was someone's life, and I was treating it like a tool."

Meadow’s POV The doors had just slid open, and walking so casually through them, was Alaric Ashford, wearing a black suit that would’ve made my mouth water if my tongue didn’t feel so dry. He looked terrifyingly calm and controlled. And the smirk playing at the edge of his lips was anything but casual. It was calculated. Dangerously calculated. Nova, who had been gearing up for another rant, visibly froze in her spot. “Ho—ly shit,” Nova whispered under her breath. “Those fucking internet pictures did not do him justice.”

Vador finally confessed his love to Ava and now y'all know the real story I'll like to say that this book isn't just a vampire romance action book,it actually means something and I'm trying to pass a message.From the onset y'all judged Vador didn't you? He's the dark lord,he's dumb,he keeps fucking up. Well yea,now y'all know why,I want this book to go out to everyone,you have to understand not to judge and criticize people without getting to know them. So many people are going through a lot and won't even speak out about it and then we have some other people who would judge them without getting to know or understand their reasons,which would obviously make them feel bad,like so bad. I for o

"Theoretical connections of the proles hunt." A polyphonic groan sounded in the room, but no one protested. With that we were back in everyday academia. Today, a closer look at the Dorcas was on the curriculum. A dama-proles, descendants of the deer. To do this, we even had to go down to the morgue in the dissecting department for the second hour, where we could familiarize ourselves with the anatomy of a Dorcas. Basically, this genus was nothing more than blue-black deer with a long tail. Okay, no normal deer had a hair comb on its back that discolored during the rut, or poisonous antlers, but in shape and size they were the same as normal deer.

I can't see his face and I don't have a plan on looking at it. "Dawson speaking. How may I help you?" I say calmly but I received no response but a chuckle. His deep voice seemed to ragged. It makes my eyes widen when slipped something beneath the door as it hit my foot. I looked back at the monitor but he's not there anymore. I almost cringed at the thought of ghosts, silly. I picked up the paper as I looked at the fronts "take a peek". Strange. Do I really need to look at it? Well, maybe later. I'm still hungry though. I slipped it in my pocket then make my way back to the dining room.

Orlan took a quick look at the five pieces of duct tape that were still in the plastic wrap. Dafa gave a big grin. He finally chose to be quiet and stop asking the question. He knew what the Alpha meant very well. Dafa opened a folder that said, "A file about a werewolf's death that was found in the forest." The room was quiet again after a few minutes. Dafa quickly looked at his Alpha, who was typing away on his laptop. Orlan took out his cell phone, which had been ringing for a while, from his pants pocket. The name Arva was shown on the screen. "Hello?" Orlan answered his sister's phone call.

Cade Duras as the man who had stood at the center of all of it. I looked at my evidence columns. I wrote: I need three more sources. I need the archived truth about the eastern ridge. I need to know what Damon was actually doing. The book arrived an hour later. A pack wolf knocked, apologized for the hour, explained that a delivery had come through the library intake and staff had thought she would want it before morning. He handed it over and left before I could ask questions. It was a standard text. History of border settlements, pre-war period. The kind of book that would pass a casual inspection as the ordinary reading material of a woman working through the pack library collection.