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"It's true, Capo! I swear! They left messages inside specific books at the library. I don't know who they are!" I released him, shoving him back against the chair. "The library? Which books?" He paused, tapping his fingers. "But which library does this happen?” His pathetic whimpers were getting on my nerves. “Communicating through books?” brilliant move. The man was insulting my intelligence. "Books, eh?" I said, circling him slowly, with the baton in hand. Wielding it tightly, fury blinding me, "Enlighten me, E. What kind of bedtime stories were you sharing with my enemies?" I yelled. I could feel my veins pop.

I snarled, baring my fangs and feeling the hate and destruction of my wolf sweep up again. “Who are you?!” My claws ruined the tiles. I wasn’t in the joking mood anymore. “Page 247. Does that sound familiar?” I snarled. “What are you talking about?” I snarled, fighting the urge to pounce and tear him to pieces. “Did your father not give you the book? Did you not read it?” My snarling stopped instantly. Page 247 of the Book of the Living Gem? I… I read it. It was about… a guardian that lived in the forest.

So maybe Jim lived in a tiny place because he was a single guy, and he saw no point in wasting money on a larger apartment. Anyway, from the looks of it, the man spent every penny he had on books. They were jammed onto a couple of cheap bookshelves, and piled high on every available surface. God, he even had books on his kitchen counters and neatly lined up under his bedroom window. She peeked at a few of the titles, and was amused to see the range of topics: mystery, action, contemporary literature, some horror. She even spotted a few military romance books, and she grinned at that. Maybe he’s reliving his days as a Ranger, reading about bad-ass military heroes saving damsels-in-distress in

The night still burned in Draven’s chest like coal. The red glow in the dark—the intruder’s eyes—was burned into his vision, haunting him like a specter of everything he could not control. The forest outside the stronghold was still trembling, the wind carrying the aftermath of whatever dark force had been unleashed. His wolf was pacing beneath his skin, snarling and restless, demanding blood, demanding resolution. But the enemy was gone. Vanished as though the earth itself had swallowed him.

Chapter 106 - A Little Secret. BOBBY WINFOLDS' POV, My lips curled into a broad smile as I walked into the dungeon where my enemies were held bond. I had ordered my men to get them chained so as to avoid any chances of escape. Judging from Bruno's personality and determination, I was afraid he could find his way out of he wasn't held back with chains.

“How long have you been standing there??” He blinks at me. “Since we walked in together?” Oh. I shuffle to the rows of books, hiding my embarrassment behind the endless of rows of books. The smell makes me nauseous. “I think my number one enemy are books.” I say, nose scrunched as I peer at the title spines. Nothing stands out. These books here might be as old as time. “Is this the Commoners section?” I ask them, feeling my brain cells actually coming back being away from Noah infested air.

I set the books back in their stack and sat on the edge of the bed and looked at the room — the beautiful, locked, thoroughly considered room — and I felt something that took me a moment to identify because I hadn't felt it in long enough that the recognition was slow. Unsettled. Not afraid. Fear I knew — fear had a shape and a weight and I had learned to work around it years ago. This was different. This was the specific unease of a man whose enemy was behaving in ways that didn't fit the category of enemy. Providing clothing in the right size and books chosen with apparent care and food kept warm and a room with a garden view and — A garden view. I turned and looked out the window at the g

"I—I’ve been going to therapy! I’ve been working on my issues—on my insecurities. I’ve been reading books about self-growth. I’m not the same person I was!" He blurted out the first things that came to his mind. Lucas rose slowly, the motion commanding attention. His towering presence made Matthew flinch. "Therapy, books, self-growth," Lucas repeated, his tone dripping with disdain. "All sounds very noble. But here’s the thing, Matthew: we don’t care." Lucas' words were like a slap, and before Matthew could react, Levi struck. The bat swung with brutal force, landing squarely against Matthew’s ribs.

Only with that thought, do I realize what I'm doing: I'm in his bed, with his book in hand and his thoughts on my mind as I seek out the warmth of the enemy that isn't with me. Enemy. That word suddenly sounds so bitter. It tastes like a lie– a ludicrous lie used to shield the known, but unwelcomed truth. The truth where I know something else has formed that's so far apart from what has always been. A bond that I have no idea how it started, but it's just there. A bond that doesn't form with a man you consider your enemy and a bond that strengthens with each learned truth and side to the other person we never knew before. A bond where out of the billions of people in the world– we preferred

I start to hear the sound of murmuring voices, something like the power of soul stones, but there's something different about it, because these voices carry a strange pain, something very new, as if they were still alive. We know we're getting close to an enemy who could give us a hard time because the enemy's energy is getting stronger and stronger, more intense. ************* Note: Don't forget to like, comment and share the book! This really helps it grow on the platform