Arlecchino Talent Books Novels & Stories

“Milk? Sugar? Both?” “I want you to answer my question.” “I will once you answer mine.” “Two sugars, no milk, thank you. Your turn.” “Allow me to properly introduce myself and then I’ll be open to any and all questions. I’m Arlo, thirty years old and hold a Masters Degree in Psychology and a Bachelor's Degree in Counseling. My favorite color is burnt orange. I have two sisters and one brother. As for how we designed this room, we took your lead. We have a book with all of your drawings. We took your lead with every room in this house. We were very lucky to acquire…”

No one could accuse him of being cheap. With only a vague idea of the title, Alaric asked a clerk for help. Standing before the shelves, he was overwhelmed by similar-sounding options: "Classic Traditions in Fashion," "Traditional Elements in Modern Style," "Bridging Tradition and Trends," "Cultural Heritage Meets Couture"... There were at least fifty or sixty books with various editions. Alaric's head was spinning. How was he supposed to know which one was Vespera's? So, the young tycoon chose the most straightforward (if slightly excessive) solution: he bought every single book. He had the staff load boxes into his car, then stopped by a gift shop to have the cartons wrapped with ribbons a

' Destiny growled in anger. 'I'm not sure, but I guess we both are on the same boat.' Liara thought. She wanted to reach near Alaric to fix the torn page, but at the same time, the bell rang, indicating that the break was over. * 'I can't be more surprised by her book collection. She has all the books that I wanted and that I couldn't find in this stupid library.' Alaric thought, reading the title of the book. 'I will ask Beasty to gift her a big library someday because Liara is anything but not a chocolate and flower type of girl.'n He thought and opened the book to find the answer to his question.

He instantly glanced at Vincent, his King took his hint and said, “You need to learn about Lycan’s culture, Lizette. Beta Arlo, The book!” “So, Arlo is King Vincent’s Beta!” That pleasant-looking gentleman was a nice person as he helped me in the morning. He was drastically different from cold and distant King. He opened the drawer and handed me a book with a blank, white cover. “This is the rule book about Lycan’s mating, Lizette.” Vincent spoke, his Royal tone was laced with command.

The pleading tone of Arla’s voice, coupled with the sad look on her face, made him cave instantly. “Dude! You ruined the surprise,” whined Drew. “I believe it’s Alpha Dude, not just Dude,” replied Arla, poking her tongue out at Drew as Lorenzo laughed at her. “Well, Alpha Dude has one more thing to give you, before he and Beta Dude leave,” said Lorenzo, grinning. He walked over to their sweatshirts they’d left near a tree, and collected two textbooks, handing them to Arla. “I’m guessing you won’t find these two books here at witch school. One is on werewolf history and the other is on our laws and customs.”

Inside, the air felt colder. Thicker. Like every book here breathed a little on its own. Some were chained shut with silver locks. Some had covers made from materials I didn’t want to guess at—scales, bone, darkened velvet. Alaric reached for one specific volume. Thick. Heavy. Black leather with a sigil embossed on the front: a circle surrounding a cracked mirror. “This,” he said quietly, “is the kingdom’s only known complete record on necromancy.”

Instead, he took a step closer, his eyes burning with intensity. "I understand, Elona. But I want you to know that I'm not giving up. I'll keep fighting for us, for our family, until you tell me to stop." As he spoke, Alaric reached into his pocket and pulled out a small, leather-bound book. He opened it, revealing pages filled with handwritten notes and sketches.

“I hate to admit it, but your family feels like they are more blessed, not just with talents but also skills. Either that or it’s because you are a healer, and they are trying to test how well you’re going to fend yourself when you are alone.” I can’t say that Alucard is wrong. I’m not trying to sound arrogant, but imagine if they find out the truth about my real talent that I am hiding. “It seems like our first years are getting along pretty well. Mind if we hear what you three are talking about?” Archer suddenly says, catching our attention and making everyone turn their attention towards us. Great. This is the reason why I do not wish to have friends.

“I have a better plan. I’ll find the ingredients with Ron and Eron. You and Zedekiel are more than enough to take on Dareth.” Talon immediately glared at him. “Just say you don’t want to be fucking near me.” Alaric didn’t even blink. “I don’t.” Not after what he did. “Ouch.” Prince Ron winced. That had to hurt. He wondered when Alaric and Talon would make up. He wasn't even sure of their story. He'd have to ask Alaric when everything is over. “Besides, I'm a witch.” Alaric said. “I'm more suited to find the ingredients of the spell than to fight a mad god.”