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Am certain they bore through and into my skin. They peirce imaginary hore through my skin while he impatiently await my response. My lips tremble and my tooth continually jerks. I internally feel frozen. Completely frozen like the polar region. Am extremely scared to utter any word. Any attempted word evolve as thoughts. Not my desired voice. Escaping this really seems impossible. This really may mark my end. The end of caroline forbes the omega disappointmet. I heave heavily. My heavy breathing weigh thousand pounds.

It was a space designed purely for quiet study, and reverence. “These two shelves here are all about the mate bond,” Thefros said, gesturing toward a pair of bookcases halfway down the room. “Lore, case studies, theory. Everything we’ve managed to preserve.” I nodded, pulling down five books at random and settling at the table under the nearest lamp. Thefros took a seat opposite, already flipping through his own selection with practiced ease. The pages felt heavy in my hands, textured like something handmade. These books hadn’t touched a printer, some were written in fading ink, others illuminated with strange symbols or brutal sketches. One book was nothing but badly rhymed poetry pretendin

The fire looks intentional, seeing how they made sure to burn everything down. Looking for clues, he saw an untouched part on the flooring, there is a hidden passage, the people who burnt the house must have not searched so much that they did not bother to look further and see this small difference on the floor. The lock was corroded so it was easy for him to open it, it was a small compartment only, a stuff bear and a small box, a few books. He picked and checked out the contents, the box only had different colored marbles of various sizes. Then he browsed the books which are only fairy tale ones, it is also the same they had on the main house library. The story of the fairy goddess, the dr

“Your practical is going to be more important. I do not intend to find myself losing a second son in this cause.” I kept my eyes on mom for a second as she walked out, closing the door behind her as she did before I closed the book that I was reading. I took a deep breath and looked down at the book, my stomach churning as I knew that I managed to fool her with one thing. I wasn’t reading about the hunters… The book looked a lot like the diary that she gave me. Only it was not… The Wolves of the Medici…

I felt my spirits fall and. Thud! I jolted and looked around. Was I alone in her room? On the floor, I saw a book that seemed to have fallen out of the bookshelf after I had ravaged it for pictures. I looked at it with intrigue. There was something about it that felt familiar. I walked up to it, and as soon as I saw the cover, I felt a shiver of fear ripple through my spine. It was the diary that Dorian had thrown at me. What was it doing here?

This time it opened very easily. My breath hitched when I found an old looking book that was exactly like what I saw in my dream inside. I got goosebumps. Shit! This is kinda creepy! I took the book out from the secret compartment. It didn't take me a long time to realize that it was a diary. Bella's diary. Honestly I didn't really want to open it, because it felt like such an invasion of the original Bella's privacy. And I took privacy in high regard, you know.

I spun around in the black desk chair watching as the white walls mixed with the blur of my Colton Dixon poster and the purple of my roommates tapestry. I stopped myself staring back down at the bright pink diary laying flat on the dark wood of the desk. My mother had gotten it for me as a going away gift to "reflect on my choices while away at college" but I don't think we have the same idea of what good and bad decisions are anymore. I opened the cover revealing the thin gray lines running down the first page and grabbed a pen from the cup on the left hand side of the desk.

I say, turning her face to me. Whatever I was about to say, falls away as a tidal wave of lust blasts through me. I turn to see Cyryl getting up from her nap where she was laying curled up with Bynjym. She hisses at him, then leaps into the air. She’s barely off the ground when Bynjym roars his intent as he, Thyyd, Yttyc, and the other bronzes all leap into the air after her. Cyryl is rising to mate. **This story will continue in The Dragon Rider: Book Two of The Dragon Thief Trilogy.

I eye the two remaining books, one remarkably slender, the other easily twice the breadth of either of its predecessors. ‘Only one way to find out.’ I reach for the larger of the two and it takes both hands to lift it from the shelf. The first thing I notice is the detailed tooling of three wolves. The middle wolf sits, head tilted towards the moon, the other two either side of her, standing guard. I don’t know for sure that’s what the scene depicts, but that is what my mind makes of it. There is an uncanny resemblance to Justice, Max and Caleb.

I knelt on the dusty floor, my heart hammer-thudding against my ribs with a rhythm that made my whole chest ache. The air in the storage room felt thick, tasting of old cardboard and neglected corners. The man stood over me like a mountain, his shadow swallowing me whole and making me feel smaller than I ever had before. I reached out with trembling fingers, unbuckling his heavy leather belt with a slow, metallic scrape. I slid the zipper down, and that’s when I saw it.