Book Twelve Novels & Stories

"Surprise to see us?" "Y-yes, I mean...just unexpected." "Well, that hot-tempered boyfriend of my sister just had to start a fight in the buffet, and just when I was about to take on two large steaks and three pieces of cake, the security threw us out because there is no violence is permitted." Athena scowled at Logan, who dropped his head to the floor. "So, when you told us that you would spend time here during Thanksgiving, and continue Seth's birthday will be finished here. It's been a long time seeing snow, but this will be Effie's first time."

“Let's keep on walking,” Harold said to Wilkes briefly. Like nothing had happened, they both began walking to the Generals Building. They walked alongside scores of students headed in the same direction but even as they did, they knew they only had each other. The other students were as good as foes. “Do you think he saw me with Max?” He asked as they rounded a corner that showed the Generals Building afar off. Beside it were the special building for werewolves like Harold, Vampires like Wilkes and enchanters like Trisha.

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Every flicker of his storm-gray eyes in my direction when he thought I wasn't watching. "Competitors," Vera's voice echoed. "Enter." The doors swung open. The Council chamber had been transformed. The thirteen thrones still stood in their arc, but the center of the room was cleared. A large stone basin sat on the floor, its rim carved with unfamiliar, ancient symbols that seemed to pulse with a faint, reddish light. In the center of the basin, a fire burned—not orange or yellow, but red, the color of blood.

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💞✨💞✨💞✨💞✨💞✨💞✨💞✨💞 Series Order: Book 1- Loathing Logan Book 2- Still In Love With You Book 3- Loving Your Imperfections ✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨ Sophie (Last day of school- junior year) I felt a cold shiver down my spine as the ice-cold of Amber's drink poured down my shirt. I gasped as I tried to catch my breath.

Hell, maybe he could even get his own spinoff. Leah flitted off to work with an extra cinnamon roll, and I was left alone in the apartment. It was still morning yet, so I had time to kill. I elected to curl up on the couch with one of the lycan books Blair sent with me. It was unusual to get a book from Blair that was not old, leather bound, and smelled of dust and aged paper. This one was the most interesting by far because it was a paperback that looked to be written within the past decade or so. It looked too… normal. It had a publishing date and everything.

Even Logan decided to make them a drink because he couldn't stand the drowsiness that assaulted him. “Thanks for the drink!” Alice looked at Logan who only the man nodded. They refocused on reading the books until "I got them!" Xander exclaimed when he finished reading the thick book with a blood-red cover. After Xander had finished the 2 thick books, his attention had been turned to the book with a blood-red cover with black and white wing crests in front of it. He had noticed that Alice and Logan had been ignoring the book all along. Even at first, the book was in the earliest order, but no one wanted to read it. He also wanted to ignore the book and wanted to have a book with a green cove

--- Ayana stood in Nelson's living room in the afternoon quiet after Cat left around 2 and looked around at the space that was now, temporarily or permanently, her home. Bare walls. Careful shelves. The couch had barely been used. The kitchen with its two mugs on the table — she'd left them there deliberately, some superstition about the morning, about not erasing the evidence that something had shifted. She went to the bookshelves. Ran her fingers along the spines. Social work texts. Philosophy. History. A worn copy of *Meditations* by Marcus Aurelius with the corners bent back. A Bible — different from her father's, less used, the kind kept for reference rather than comfort.