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October 08, 2023 PLEASE READ UNTIL THE END. Lovelies, Another journey ends, and words will not be able to express my gratitude to everyone who stayed and finished this book with me. I appreciate your readership — the time, coins, gems, and thoughts you shared with me. The Beta and I is my most emotional book. I couldn't count the number of chapters we all cried together, and I think this book gave the longest hell week in all of my series—from the moment Catherine met Maddox to her time at the Dark Forest territory until the Claiming.

I bent down and looked at the books, trying to pick one to read for this period. I finally settled for " A chance at true love " and a smile tugged at my lips, I have been wanting to read this book since but haven't had the chance. I walked to the free roll where there wasn't any people before sitting down. I placed my earpiece in both if my ears before opening the book so I can start reading. You might find it weird but I can listen to music and at the same time read, well because it makes me feel like I'm in the book. " Betty "

About a woman who had prepared every argument seven times over and had never gotten to use them because someone had decided she was easier to take than to engage with honestly. Betty had gotten to use them. Betty was still here. She picked up the journal from the corner of her desk where it had sat since she came home, within reach, always within reach, the way you keep close the things that ground you. She opened it to the last entry. Read it once more. Build something real. Don't let them put you in a box. "I did," Betty said quietly to the empty office. "We did." She closed the journal. She went to the window and looked out at Thornfield in the midnight dark, the boundary lights glowing s

She wouldn’t even entertain the chance to think about being near them. She quickly checked the messages on the phone, said goodbye to Mathew and Mike, again and turned it off. She pulled a book out of her purse and she didn't even notice when they took off. "What are you reading, if I may ask, ma’am?" Her companion's voice snapped her out from her ‘literature land’. She looked at him from behind the glasses. “A novel.” She replied but realized that she was being rude. "A book written by a well-known American adventure writer, Clive Cussler." She said in a slightly more pleasant tone.

Sam said in explanation. Ellie opened the text conversation from her mom and snapped a picture to send to her. Ellie: Mom, look at this blanket! Ellie: Mom: Oh, Ellie, that would be perfect for your room. You should get it! Ellie: I was thinking maybe for Christmas? It's a bit expensive. Mom: That's a good idea! Where is it? Ellie: Betty's Bath and Bed, a little shop in town next to campus. You'd love Betty, she's the sweetest little old lady. She wears the best hats!

No one has found the bodies yet, though, so theres still a lingering hope out there that they're alive. I sigh as I crawl under the thick quilt, flicking on the lamo beside me as I pull out my latest find at Barnes and Nobels: The Winter Garden by the famous Kristin Hannah. This woman's books are truly amazing. Then, after an hour long reading session, I find my eyes beginning to shut against my will, so I set down the book on the bedside table and shut off the lamp. ~ The next morning...

She sorta sneered and says, “Lookit you. One week of hard work and here you is, sitting on yer ass and reading more trash. Make a hell of a farmer, you do. Sitting on yer fat ass, reading.” She shook her head, smiling the whole time, and left. Me, however, I was near shaking to rage. Which is kinda strange, when you think on it. Betty had always sorta pissed me off with her talk about books being foolishness and me being lazy for sitting on my ass and reading, but I brushed it off most the time. Right then? If I’d had my hand on my shotgun or ax? Think I might have sent Betty right out of the world. Thinking back?

I arched a brow. She grinned and wiggled her laminated eyebrows. “Right. You’re going to hell anyway, so why not make it worth it?” I snorted and turned back to my monitor, scrolling through the units I’d been assigned to sell if a miracle ever happened. “Why are you looking at those?” Betty leaned over my shoulder, her perfume hitting my nose before I even saw her reflection on the screen. “Sugar, there’s nothing in there but sad little boxes for loners. Dream big.” She reached over and pressed a few keys.