Romans & histoires Books Read By Julia Whelan

"If I have to sit and listen to him talk about how wolves can be classified under flightless birds one more time, I will kill myself." "We can't have that now, can we?" He smirked, his dull unseeing eyes motionless. "So where can I get it?" "Underneath Julia's bed." Julia was a bitten werewolf we found banged up and on the verge of death east of the Apennine mountains. She was very good at making narcotics from plants. She was our very own pharmaceutical scientist. She was the one who taught Nathan new efficient ways to concoct foul tasting medicine. I was about to make my way to her bed when George held me back.

Lily thought for a moment and then said, "I'd like to buy some books." "Alright." The bookstore was bustling on the weekend, packed to the brim. Lily patiently sifted through the shelves for the books she wanted, while Julian grew restless in such places. He couldn't help but say, "Let's go. Whatever books you want, I can have them delivered to our house." "Just a little longer, I'm almost done," Lily spoke softly. Unable to argue with her, Julian listlessly picked up a book from the bestseller shelf and began flipping through it. It was a cookbook on how to DIY various desserts at home, and it suddenly piqued his interest, absorbing him completely.

Just like the thought of Adrian with another woman technically works at ruining my mood. I mutter under my breath as Julian throws an arm around my shoulders and steers me farther into the house. “If you’re worried about my brother bringing a woman home,” he murmurs, “don’t be. Adrian’s painfully one-track-minded. That’s one of the many reasons he’s better than me.” “I never said I was worried.” Julian grins instantly, his eyebrows lifting. “You didn’t have to. I can read you easily, Alina Wilson.” He sighs dramatically. “Sadly, mind-reading is one skill my dear brother seems to lack.”

When I returned, Julien was sitting quietly on the bed again, scrolling through his phone, but the moment he saw me, he put it down and smiled, that soft, content kind of smile that made everything else in the room feel smaller. “So, what do you want to do today?” I asked, curling up beside him on the couch. Julien looked thoughtful, then smiled faintly. “Maybe you could read me a book?” I tilted my head. “Interesting. What kind of book?” “Check the drawer,” he said, nodding toward the bedside table. Curious, I opened it and froze. “You’ve got to be kidding me.” He grinned lazily. Inside the drawer was a brand-new paperback, its cover dark and enchanting. The title read ‘The Black Wolf.’