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“I don’t know. Daddy says they protect the city, but I don’t see how. They never do anything.” My finger stopped on a worn out book. The faded writing on the spine said Beasts Of The Wild. I pulled it out and flipped it open in the middle. There was a drawing of a yeti-looking creature called a yowg. The description gave details of height, size and hair colour. Dietary information and habitats were also included. I flicked through more pages and found more creatures, some of which I was familiar with. The names, at least. Unfortunately, the book wasn’t organised into alphabetical order, so I had to search a number of pages before I found what I was looking for: Mouse King.

Bastien tensed up. —Relax, they’re friends —Kate said. She turned and hugged her friends. —Cristy, Allison! It’s so good to see you again. —Girl, where have you been? We even filed a missing person report! Then we heard you froze your semester. And what about Sebastián? —Well, there’s a lot to talk about. I want you to meet Bastien—my boyfriend. —Your what??? Bastien stepped forward and extended his hand. His presence was overwhelming, and the girls were caught off guard by his striking amber eyes.

To satisfy her own vanity, she constantly stole my photos and claimed that the woman in them was her. In my past life, I didn't mind too much when I found out that she had been stealing my photos because we were best friends. However, after giving it more thought, I realized that I had unknowingly invited misfortune upon myself. I scrolled through her chats and eventually found the three men. They were still flirting with each other for the time being. Mira had given them pretty interesting nicknames. "Wallet No. 1: Daniel Newton (The Brainless Heir of the Richest Family in Bayville)."

If Chika fails to deliver the verification codes to the high council, his unit faces permanent exile from the Blackwell Pack territory, leaving her the undisputed ruler of the artillery range. But Rebekah's words also verify the absolute truth: Chika is a genuine battlefield genius. Those brilliant combat maps belong to his mind alone. Vicky previously nurtured doubts about his capacity to engineer those lethal sequences, suspecting an outside strategist was feeding data to his terminal. Standing perfectly still under the moonlight, a sudden thought hits Vicky's mind, and she levels a sharp query at Rebekah. "Does your inner beast hate Chika that deeply?" Rebekah’s reply comes fast and freez

The boutique was very large, with various sections filled with different collections of designer brands. Lerisa wanted the ground to open up and swallow her, as Anthony definitely heard Remy's statement. "Something hot and spicy," Remy repeated. "Baby…" Benita interrupted Anthony's train of thought as he stared at Lerisa and Remy with jealousy. "Are you through with your shopping? Here's my card," Anthony said, as he had already told Benita his pin number. Remy turned, not expecting to hear his cousin's voice. "Anthony! You're here too?" Remy inquired, his gaze falling on Anthony and Benita, who was finally paying for all she had bought, while Lerisa accompanied the saleswoman, who helped he

“Go, Mirabel.” She pushed the door open and vanished into the shadows of the servant’s corridor. I stood in the middle of the room, clutching the book to my chest. I was alone again. But as I looked at the bite on my neck in the mirror, I realized that for the first time, the "beast" wasn't the thing I was most afraid of. It was the people who were supposed to love me and the fact that even if I survived pretending I wouldn't survive when it came to actually fulfilling my duties as a mate.

Chapter 15 Beast *** Content Warning: This chapter might contain violence, abuse, crime, or triggering factors that may be harmful, disturbing, or traumatizing to some. Reader discretion is advised. Thank you. *** POV: Shea Vestine - Thorne “Oh, gosh! I really can’t believe what happened last night!” Carrie exaggeratedly exclaimed as she sat beside her on the huge rock near the riverbank.

I don’t know where the feeling came from. I picked up the book she was reading and was surprised to see she was reading about the Rossetti family history, about the beasts that were the first born sons in my family. Like me. I watched her carefully as I picked her up, the contact between us lighting a flame inside of me that only she could quench. The beast purred in delight, also pleased to be so close to her, but why? I wasn't sure, but I had soem thoughts about it.

And unlike the others, it wasn’t locked behind glass. I stopped moving entirely, itching to get my hands on it. But the book sat far too high for me to reach from the ground. So I glanced around the chamber until I spotted a small wooden stool tucked behind a stack of crates. I dragged it carefully across the dusty floor and positioned it beneath the book. Then I climbed onto it. Up close, faint golden letters became visible along the spine—so small they were nearly swallowed by dust. But when I finally made them out, my breath caught.

"He went pale as death. What a pity Robbie slipped away too quickly. Otherwise, I'd have mocked him right alongside Ned." Rachel, rummaging through her trunk for something she wanted to give me, rolled her eyes. "Mistaking your savior—that's the oldest, most cliché plot ever. Don't you dare tell them the truth, or they'll probably start some kind of twisted gratitude romance." Thanks to memories of our past life in an era with the internet, the two of us had a far more modern outlook than the times around us. Wasn't this the suspension bridge effect? Their fear-induced accelerated heartbeat ultimately morphed into blind devotion toward Scarlett.