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“Looks like I’m not done surprising you yet. And yes. I can. My familiars can sense for spirits and can pull me back. But I need you to make sure nothing else tries to come after me.” Lucas’s jaw tenses. “Are you sure this is a good idea?” “Yes. I’ve been wanting to go look through the books for a while, actually. The Academy has an extensive library. It’s two-stories tall and has the most wonderful smell of old paper and fresh ink.” “It’s obvious why you own a bookstore.” “I do like books, though our store is full of mostly fiction. I love a good romance novel.” He runs his hand up and down my arm. “Why do you love romance novels so much?”

“I don’t know. You keep everything in such good condition. I’m almost afraid to touch anything in this room.” “I know you’ll be careful with my things.” She nodded and pulled the book off the shelf. “I didn’t know you liked Jane Austen.” “Why not?” She shrugged. “She’s a woman author.” “I’m broad minded enough to think women have a lot to offer society. I enjoy her work.” “This is one of my favorite books. Sense and Sensibility. The story of two sisters who represent two opposing forces: logic and emotion.” He leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms. He seemed to be considering her analysis of the book. “I didn’t think anyone else in Virginia understood that.”

They reveled in the simple joys of companionship, finding solace in the shared memories and the comfort of a love that had stood the test of time. Hazel's bookstore had become a sanctuary for the community, a place where stories were cherished, and connections were forged. She took pride in fostering a love for literature and creating a space where imaginations could soar. The bookstore had become a beacon of light, a testament to Hazel's enduring passion for storytelling and community.

There were astronomy books, biology, some fiction and nonfiction, and some science fiction. I didn’t hesitate to crack open some of the books. Reading put me in an entirely new world filled with endless possibilities. The more knowledge I gained, the more I felt as if I could conquer almost anything. A strong slave could be dangerous, but a smart slave was practically lethal. The feeling of a freshly opened book was like no other. I rubbed my fingers across the pages and felt the magnetic pull it had on my eyes. The softness of each page with its hardened exterior sent a warmth through my body that no human could ever provide me.

Athena asked, curious about the significance of the book. He retrieved the book from the shelf and handed it to her. "This one." Athena realized it was the same book she had found in her office during their previous session. "His taste in books is kinda weird," Vincent added. "It's not about the taste, it's about what the heart and mind want to be fed with," Athena said thoughtfully. "And it seems like he wants to be fed with the dark."

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Did he not feel the same things I felt when we kissed? “Sorry, I- I don’t know why I said that,” I say quietly. He doesn’t reply, but instead turns up the music. I can almost feel his hatred and indifference rolling off of him in waves. I decide to take out my e-reader to kill some time. I stare at the pages, not actually reading anything, hoping that maybe I hallucinated my outburst.

He was going to make her love him back if it was the last thing he ever did. The Bennet family was really good with record-keeping, better than any other pack. They spent hours in the library, reading, studying, learning all they could. Killian was extremely impressed. The more he learned, the more he felt he had judged little Ellen too much. Killain watched Lucy, how she lit about with each bit of new information. She was brilliant, a real book worm. He thought about expanding the library at the packhouse.

CHAPTER 3 "I'm not in the position to answer your question, ma'am. So why not talk to Sir Kim about it, instead?" Reading the meaning between the lines, my suspicion that I was indeed Jakara grew higher. I could consider having an identical twin, but the intuition or "lukso ng dugo" made me eliminate the thought. Not only that, there was something in the way Kim looked at me that attracted me to him ever since I knew him. And there was a strong emotional pull within me that I could not explain every time I got near him.

Tristan used to say, "Books are my brain's comfort food" His eyes moved up and down the length of the shelf. He had read almost all the books. Every book was hardbound with their names written in gold. He hesitated for a moment, too reluctant to touch something so beautifully kept. As he scanned the bookshelf once again, deciding from where to start, his eyes stopped on the third book in 'Lord of the Rings' series. Tristan loved to keep his books in order. He frowned. That's strange. He doesn't remember Tristan owning another copy of the third book as he clearly remembers that he had borrowed the book and then forgot to give it back. The third book is with him ever since then. That time it w