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I like taking my time, that way, I can get used to the idea of living with Xander. Sitting behind the counter in the bookstore, I listen to Vincent talking to his cars while I place an order for new books. One of those books is The Art of War by Sun Tsu. I want to read it and see why Alexei loves it so much. My thoughts turn to the BBQ, and I must admit, I enjoyed it a lot. And Rosemarie was right. Everyone seemed pretty normal. I don’t know what I expected. Maybe guns and men smoking cigars while plotting the end of the world?

Many still doubted the truthfulness of the given facts but to those who wanted to venture the wonders of the world, it served as an opening for them into finding a new existence besides Kabinihan. The Prince weakly nodded as a response before speaking, “Yes. But sometimes, they confuse me,” he honestly admitted and that made Ulan chuckle a little. He then guided the Young Prince to his bookshelf and there, Prince Sari saw so many books. Some of them were a series that tackled on a certain topic. But most of them were about stars. He sure had a tough liking towards those celestial things. “Feel free to pick any book that you find interesting, Young Prince,” Ulan politely offered. The Prince q

‘How would I know a cute rabbit could be that fierce’ ivory responded angrily. Anita threw two books at ivory which she caught. ‘Why are you giving me these’ ivory asks. ‘Since you don’t want my help you should at least know how help yourself…one book contains details about animals in this world while the other is a technique book’. Ivory looks at the technique book ‘ice dome…I could learn this at the library’. ‘How many times do I have to tell you, my stuffs aren’t ordinary…that ice dome has the ability to protect the user and whoever is inside an…’

She told herself the faint tingle was her imagination, just as the hot dreams she’d been having the past few nights had been nothing more than memories of her girlish rescue fantasies with the temperature turned up by her adult experiences. She traced the raised lettering. A version of Red Riding Hood with the wolf as both sinner and seducer and the woodsman as the hero who saves the girl and takes her away from her old life to a new, better one. Seeing the book, touching it made her mother feel closer than she had in years. Even if it turned out to be just a copy, it was worth whatever she had paid.

For just like that tiny and prickly creature, it wasn’t able to keep its eyes on the elusive figure of the man who ruled the Barbarians. The charging Ice Bear was no different. As a Sacred Beast it was comparable to a Pseudo Phenom powerhouse and so it wasn’t moved by the power of the Barbarian Lord. If anything, the man’s power only caused it more excitement. If the aura of the Barbarian Lord was akin to that of a dragon descending a mountain that wasn’t its and claiming dominance, then the aura of the Ice Bear was like that of a furious dragon ascending into the sky to remind those below that it was still the one, true ruler.

The lights outside had softened into a dusky lavender, and guests formed a quiet line to take turns placing gifts and handwritten letters into the cradle. There were knitted blankets in soft pastels. Tiny booties embroidered with elephants. A framed sonogram turned into digital art by one of Danelle’s friends. A custom bilingual storybook—written in both Hindi and English—called "The Lioness and Her Cub," gifted by Anushka’s from the colony. One aunt offered a silver rattle said to be blessed by a temple priest in Chennai. There were little onesies, too—one read “Born to Rule the Boardroom” and another “Mommy’s Favorite Project.”

And in the world of the Stormbreakers, if a man didn't dress for the hunt, he ended up as the meal. For five years, Lyon had been the city’s most feared investigative journalist. In a city like San Diego, there was only one predator worth tracking: The Stormbreakers. They weren't just the most aggressive hockey team in the league; they were a pack. Rumors of their lunar-driven tempers and supernatural strength were the worst-kept secrets in the Pacific Ice Arena. The city lived for the chaos of its six Alpha stars, and Lyon had made a career out of exposing every jagged edge of their lives.

It ignored every rule she’d ever read and paid her back with honesty in ways that almost made her laugh. Evenings, they read. Side by side at his small table, a lamp between them, Nothing the fox sprawled across their laps, oblivious and comfortable. Cultivation texts for her, array notes for him. Arguments happened—quiet and deep—about immortal sects or mushrooms (the only vegetable he reliably remembered to grow, apparently).