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As the night grew deeper, and as the chaos ended, with silence returning to the world, the dead girl opened her eyes”. I was felt out of ideas about what next to write in the second chapter, but I had already decided on what the name of the book will be - The Pacific Wolf Nun, that was a perfect name for it. I covered the book and joined Hazel in bed, cuddling myself up with him.

I left Aaron for the meantime on the part where the fountain pens are to go to the novel section. Since I saw Sophie Lark's Brutal Prince on TikTok's recommendation, people who have read this say that it has a strong female lead. I enjoy books of that genre, therefore I may be interested in reading it. I looked at the shelves. I also picked up a book and read the synopsis on the back when Aaron came to me here. "You like reading books?" he asked. I turned my eyes on him, "Uh, sometimes. If I'm interested in the plot," I answered.

After I'm done with that, I move on to the chicken, which had to be the best thing I've ever put in my mouth. Then the chips, then the sparkling cherry water. "And when I really think back to it, those books were not really the best series I've read. There's a lot of underrated novels that I believe the people just skim over and call it a day. Maybe when I have time, I can help support those novels, just so it has more exposure. What do you think Calvin?" I sit there, staring at my plate with a mixture of emotions in my head. I feel disgusting, but at the

The bookshelf was just as tall as Andrew so he could easily access the books there. The bookshelf had all sorts of books, ranging from fictional novels to nonfictional novels, to educational novels and textbooks. Her eyes caught titles like; The Redwall series by Brian Jacques, Caddie Woodlawn by Carol Ryrie Brink, The House on Mango Street by Sandra Cisneros and a lot more. Even the Encyclopedia was in his bookshelf. And there was also some novels on the basis of business and finance. The book the lad was currently reading was The Absolutely True Diary of a Part-Time Indian by Sherman Alexie.

The pockmarked face was slightly red and a few strands of his brown hair stuck to his forehead in the sweaty sweat. He took a deep breath, gave me a quick look, and then put his weapon safely back in the holster under his coat. And then he did what he always did when a hunt was successful. He reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a packet of cigarettes. He was out of breath, but he could smoke in almost any situation. That was so typical again. And me? I stood there and would have loved to throw a stone at the head of the fool.

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Hey beautiful people, Just a warning. This book is an erotica, which means 18+, so if you are uncomfortable with sex and adult shit, please don’t read my books. But if you are a nymphomaniac like me, go ahead ;) Also guys, for the better understanding of the stories, I’d also like to give you the order in which the books should be read: 1) Nathaniel Lachlan 2) Aaron Riverwood 3) Landon Chambers 4) Emily Warner 5) Danika Williams 6) Mary Redferne Elizabeth Paige Flashback AGAIN... I was running late for my class. As I walked through the corridors with books in my hand I silently prayed Danika Williams and her minions were not around, even if they were, hopefully Nathaniel Lachlan was aroun

"Please, I want the book. One day I will understand." Brandt smiled and replied with humor, "If you ever make sense of it, let me know. You can then argue with my father on the merits of Christianity. He believes in the Goddess and loves nothing better than a good philosophical debate." He turned and picked up another book. It had a picture of a wolf with a snowy mountain background. "This is Jack London's Call of the Wild and it's the one we'll read first. Let's finish the cake and then get ready for our evening company."

She pondered. "Yes, Almera is one of the princess' closest friends," Finn finally answered. She inhaled deeply. "Are you familiar with the legend of Rutakoppchen?" She said, "I had a copy when I was a little child." He nodded. My mother told me it was the only one in the world......" She told him the story of her book, beginning with her ninth birthday and ending that afternoon in Macky's shop. Her innermost weakness made every sentence a struggle. Finn appeared to be ready to send her home, and now she was investing more.

He couldn't ignore his older brother's request. On the way, a few drunkards accosted Johhan to beg for change and somewhere around ten prostitutes. As it started to get dark, some suspicious guys started lurking in the dark alleys, groups of hooligans, with black and white skin. Thanks to his gift he could sense every emotion and feeling of these thieves, and sometimes murderers. But Johhan didn't worry about it - as a demon he killed often, most of the time quickly and without thinking. Johhan was definitely a bad guy and did not hide it. He belonged to the world of Darkness, evil was in his blood. As he passed by a group of boys in gray tracksuits, one of them accosted him. - Hey, boss, gi