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I can tell Emerald is still very bothered by this. “I am still sorry for saying something,” I tell them. “Don’t worry about it. We should have told them when we found out.” Nate admits. I guess Emerald was very hurt that they kept this from her. Devon told me that they explained why but she was still upset. I know they will work everything out. I leave the book on Devon and Nate’s desks. I know it will be safe there, plus it’s so heavy that if someone wants to steal, they will have fun carrying that damn thing. Besides, I placed a spell on it. If someone did try and take it, I would know right away.

Author Note: Dear Readers, Since English is not my first language, there will be tons of grammatical mistakes. Please continue reading this book only if you don't have any issues with that. Rest I can guarantee you that you won't get bored with the storyline. The following are my books if interested do give a look over them: 1. Her Unloved Mate (Book 1) 2. My Bride is Not a Human (Book 2) 3. Her Chosen Mate (Book 3)

Ava took a shaky breath. "It's...it's not a big deal," Ava mumbled, avoiding Helen's gaze. "You know I tell you everything, right? Like...like about..." She glanced around the cafe, then leaned in, her voice barely a whisper. "Like...like how I had sex with Philip back in highschool." "Okay fine! Here goes," Ava said, taking a deep breath. She laid it all out, from the get-go. "What?!" Helen's voice rose, her hand flying to her mouth. Heads turned, conversations stopped.

The smile was washed off his face like it was never there, to begin with. She hides under the large soft sheets, ashamed of her wrinkles and dark circles. Before she can sneak a peak at him, he was gone. Sounds of the roaring limo fill the house, followed by a loud screech from the tires and then silence. A heavy sigh escapes her lips, being once again abandoned in this large empty house. Emily Hensley, a blond 46-year-old. Once a legend of the stage, now a happily married woman with a loving husband and a full-filled life.

William asked after seeing the light frown on Emily's face. Emily shook her head and replied, "no, not really. I just seemed to have forgotten the question that I had to ask you." She looked up at William and caught sight of a small picture at the front cover of the book that he was reading. She pointed to the book and asked, "what is the book that you are reading though?" "Oh, this old thing?" He laughed and closed the book shut. "It is just some old story on spells and witches and the rest. Nothing that would interest you."

she assured him and he chuckled. “I am here to protect you, I won't let anyone hurt you even if it's at the risk of my life,” Alex said and Emma felt touched but awkward because she didn’t like him. “What happened? How did you end up in a fight with Eva?” Emma couldn’t help but ask. “I went into the woods to gather inspiration for my new book, and when I got there I felt someone was spying on me,” he explained. “Then all of a sudden, Eva appeared in front of me with a sharp sword ready to kill me. She said she didn’t hold any grudge against me but the only mistake I made was being your fiancé,” he added and Emma clenched her fist.

Chairs are still preferable for communication. - That's what you need, you tell him. And I have no desire to communicate with him! “Well, after what your brother did to you, I'm not surprised by your reaction to him. Emily, fiddling with this unfortunate log in her hands, nevertheless threw it into the fireplace and, reaching into the basket for a new one, asked Jeremy: - Listen, do you know what else interested me here? Jer shook his head. Why are there no windows in this room?

“Correct! Well done!” I saw the looks from the crowd. They were sizing me up again, the black clothes, the dark makeup. They thought I was just for show. Let them think it. Emily had always loved to read, to learn. She’d hide big, thick books inside her boring textbooks. All that knowledge was still in here, hidden under this leather and lace.

My name is Henry Parker, I own the bookstore. An attendant passed by Henry and he handed him Amelia's order. "Can I sit down?" Henry asked, pointing to a nearby armchair. 'Sure, it's your bookshop. ' Amelia joked, and he sat down. "Are you a doctor, Miss Jones?" he asked curiously. " Nurse. And you can call me Amelia. ' She quickly asked. "And what are you reading?" Henry asked, Amelia soon noticing that he was too interested. 'The Hill of the Howling Winds. ' She said as she showed him the cover of the book.

They wandered through the aisles, running their fingers along spines that held countless worlds within their pages. Emily's eyes sparkled with excitement as she plucked a weathered book from the shelf. "Liam, look at this," she exclaimed, her voice filled with wonder. "It's a collection of love letters from different eras. Each page holds the raw emotions of someone's heart."