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he asked, taking another sip of his coffee. "A book," was her dry reply, without even looking up. Nic gritted his teeth. "I'm aware of that. What's the title?" he asked, with less patience than before. "How to kill someone you don't like in two days." Nic had to laugh on the inside. She really was a funny piece of work. She still had yet to learn her manners, but she would. He would be damn sure of that. He walked over to her and snatched the book from her hands. Before she could protest, he read the title to himself. '100 Greatest Love Poems of All Time'. He handed the book back to her and walked to the bar area and sipped some more of his coffee.

Her mind seethed at her because he was unsuitable in every way, yet her heart wanted to find him this very instant. A sharp knock at the door made both jump, Sophie went to answer it and Athena heard a quiet, “Yes Sir…much better now…I will”. Returning to the comfort of the fire and chairs Sophie handed her a book tied with a ruby ribbon. Untying the ribbon she saw it was a collection of prints and drawings from the capital cities of Europe. “Baron Fairfax suggested you might like these to read whilst you rest. Isn’t he kind!” “He is yes, what a beautiful book.”

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L smoothly said as if his previous action of pinching the bodyguard to interrupt him wasn't seen by the family. To be so shameless must be a gift. “Of course, it was our pleasure hosting you...” Arya spoke as calmly and fluently as she could muster. She hoped that all the high-class novels she had read in the city library won't fail her. “Then I can leave in peace... Goodbye.” And in less than a minute, the two of them had left their house. “And also, your home truly is lovely...” Mr. L commented as the car drove off.

Then he bent down and rummaged through his turtle shell backpack, pulling out a gaudily covered book. He stuffed it into Yosef's hands. "My sister will come to pick me up later, could you read me a novel first?" Yosef looked down at the novel handed to him. The gaudy cover featured a strange title—"Cold CEO's Ninety-Nine Days of Wife-Chasing: Sweetheart, Don't Run." He frowned; Is this novel suitable for kids? Looking at the author's name again, Godber. Just from the name, it felt like this person lacked talent.

~Avila Everyone sits stiffly around the table, staring down at their food. They have all about half cleared their plate, while mine remains mostly untouched. I'm not entirely sure what it is, but it's some kind of soup with absolutely no seasoning. My stomach turns just looking at it. "It was your favourite meal," Crimson states, eyeing me warily. I'm tired of everyone looking at me like I'm something to fear, like I'm going to explode at any moment. Maybe they don't want to lose me again, but I feel fine.

I felt the warmth of a lone tear escape my eye and leaving its trail all the way to my hairline as my eyes wavered and my eyelids closed when the last breath left my mouth. To be continued…. *Dear reader. If you have enjoyed reading The cold one - part 1, feel free to leave a review or rating with your thoughts, and thank you for choosing to read my book. Be sure to find out what happens in The cold one’s part 2 - The hunters rise.

I know this man must be very rich, but I still can't take it for granted. We ate in silence, he seemed as busy with his thoughts as I was. In this awkward silence I can barely taste the salad I'm eating. I guess I'll get another bagel after this, salmon and cream cheese, I can eat it at the office for later. "Desserts, Eleanor?" He had finished his meal. I nodded automatically, then finished my salad. A few minutes after my salad was finished, a glass of cold chocolate mousse replaced my salad plate. On top of the mousse, edible gold flakes are beautifully arranged.

Then, I took out a bottle of wolfsbane I had prepared beforehand. Without a flicker of hesitation, I opened it and downed the entire bottle. The poison would take a little while to kick in. I lay down on the couch, waiting calmly for death to come. Just then, the doorbell rang. Standing outside were Samson and Leia. His expression was dark, while Leia was red-eyed and tearful. "Sharon, how long are you going to keep this up?" Samson snapped. He stepped inside, and under the light, his expression changed when he saw my pale face. "What's wrong with you? Why do you look so sick?"

“Favor Robert E. Howard an Dashall Hammit myself.” From his bag Gavin pulled a black and white hardcover book, a picture of an adolescent’s shadowed profile on the cover. “Hank, this was one of the best meals I’ve ever eaten, and you’re a pretty stand-up guy yourself . . . ” he held out the novel to the short-order cook, “I’d like you to have this. It’s my last copy, and though it’s not Howard or Hammit, I think you’ll find enough action in here to suit you.” Hank accepted the book with an air of rustic grace. “That’s good of ya. I’m sure I’ll enjoy it.” He laid the book on the counter. “Mind signin it?”