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At least he is nice. Sometimes after training or after meals, I would find a small surprise in my room. Chocolates, flowers, and books to relieve my boredom. I suspect it was Merideth, or maybe Jamie; they are the only people that have actually shown me any kindness since I’ve been here. Plus, the books were mostly sappy romance novels, which seems more like a Mistress Merideth’s thing. This was not a genre I’d ever read before, and I was quickly finding that I really enjoyed them. They were light and easy, and I didn’t have to think too hard. Yet, I still found myself completely pulled into the ridiculous stories. They gave me something else to think about other than my own horror story. Es

As I perused the books, I could feel Aidan’s gaze on me. The shop, much like the one downstairs, boasted an impressive selection. These were books to be enjoyed in the coffee lounge, not purchased or taken home. A smile tugged at my lips as I reached the romance novel section. So, Well Thumbed had these too. I wondered if they had hidden gems, perhaps something I hadn’t read or that Uncle Alex’s book club, Bound To Please, hadn’t discovered yet.

"I'm a college student. I read history books. I don't—" "Your history books won't stop a bullet from Victor's scouts," he hissed, his thumb brushing aggressively against my jawline, a dominant, possessive gesture that grounded me through the sheer force of his intensity. "Your brother sold you to monsters. If you want to survive long enough to see him pay for it, you become a monster today. Look down the sights and do not close your eyes." Glass shattered downstairs. The sound was a distant, echoing crash that reverberated through the slate floors of the penthouse. It was followed instantly by the rapid, suppressed thump-thump-thump of automatic rifles.

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Both the pre-ruin and the post-ruin, I wasn't ready for any of it. My movements came to a halt when my gaze flitted across the street and landed on the poster of the new Fantasy series I had been waiting on; All the Beautiful Things. It was a trilogy. All the beautiful things are red, All the beautiful things are gold, and All the beautiful things are black. It was more like Romantasy actually. A wide grin crept up my face and I looked sideways, before slipping towards the bookstore even though I knew there was no car in sight. Volxe bookstore.

“You’re all pathetic! You commoners!” I picked up my diary and left for the waterfall. I wasn’t able to visit the butterfly garden because of the incident and because of incident stole a good amount of my time. I sat on the rock thinking about what had happened. I had never been insulted so much in my entire life. I had thought that every member of the Rage beast pack were kind. I hadn’t any idea who this lady was. This was my first time seeing her. Perhaps she wasn’t a member of the pack. I had thought of her as an ally of Alpha Scott. I reached into my bag and brought out two of my favorite novels. Bye, see you and The new beginning. I used to read Bye, see youso much when I was still in t

“No doubt.” “What about those two small FedEx boxes?” “Most recent novels from Samhain Horror.” “Awesome. Those books I bought at the Webb County Library sale last week?” “Sorted into general and mystery fiction. Struck the mother lode with all those Mary Higgins Clark novels.” “We cater to all tastes, miss. Unless you like Twilight, 50 Shades of Gray or James Patterson. Folks want drivel, they can drive to Utica.” “Hey. I actually liked Twilight. It wasn’t all bad.”

Scarlett asked as she shook out her cup, dumped it on the dish rack, and wiped her hands on the front of her pyjama pants. "I wish I didn't have to," Marybeth said as she dropped to the floor. She crossed her legs, looked through the bookcase, and reached for the bottom stack of books, all classics—Othello, Merchant of Venice, Midnight Summer's Dream, Macbeth…all the good stuff that had firmly cemented William Shakespeare's place in her heart. "Fine, I'll dedicate the downward dog in your honour." Scarlett made a face as she ambled down the hall to her room.

, she asked her. " I called because I have bad news and good news." She said while her voice sounded crack. Lucy panic. "Don't tell me, they escape again?", she asked Eloisa. "Nope. Bad news, we can't go because... the good news is I'm four months pregnant!", she said and Lucy scolded Eloisa for making her nervous and excited because another baby is coming because she's one month pregnant too. *** Note: Revenge is not the answer to heal a broken heart. Love still prevail. ~~~~~~~~~~~~THE END~~~~~~~~~~~~

I didn’t hesitate. I pulled Fifty Shades of Grey first (cliché, yes, but I needed an entry point), then The Claiming of Sleeping Beauty by Anne Rice, Story of O, a slim volume called The New Topping Book just to balance it out, and two anthologies with titles like Bound Hearts and Surrender to Me. The stack felt heavy in my arms, like contraband. I carried them to the my corner and hid them under the table. I sat down, and opened the first book.