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Edward handled most of them while I restocked shelves and learned the layout. Around two, a woman came in looking for a specific dark romance. "Do you have anything like Butcher & Blackbird?" she asked. "I just finished it and I need something similar." Edward looked at me. "Maliya?" I stepped forward. "Have you read Haunting Adeline? Or the Broken Bride series? They've got similar dark romance vibes with morally gray love interests." Her face lit up. "I haven't read either of those. Where are they?" I led her to the romance section, pulled both books, gave her quick summaries.

I locked the front door, dimmed the overhead lights to just the warm glow of the reading lamps, and flipped the sign to *Closed* but didn't lock it. The shop smelled like old paper, cedar shelves, and the faint vanilla of the candle I’d lit earlier. I should have gone home. Should have poured wine, watched the ball drop on my tiny TV, toasted alone. Instead I lingered. I wandered to the back corner—the erotica section nobody ever asked for help finding. I pulled a slim volume from the top shelf: The Art of Surrender. The cover was black with gold lettering, no photo. Perfect. I sank into the worn velvet armchair tucked between the stacks, the one customers sometimes used to read a chapter be

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Hi everyone! this is your author speaking. I hope you enjoyed this story and fell in love with Nukea and Theodore. But this universe isn’t over yet, there’s another book in my profile called “Fated Mate From Hell” and it’s about Isabella and Liam, because they deserve love, too… right? The first part of their book isn’t exactly a sequel, it’s more like their own side of the story you guys already know, but the second part of the book is all new :D

The air smelled clean, the lights warm, the shelves tall and perfect. “Choose the book that pulls you,” the woman said. “It will tell you what you need.” She vanished into the shadows. I walked along the shelves. My hand stopped on one book, not because I liked it, but because something in me reacted. A strange pull. The title was old, written in faded ink:” The Nature of the Cursed: shifters of the Moon.” My fingers trembled as I opened it. Inside were sketches, human shadows twisted into wolves, claws emerging from the hands, glowing eyes in the darkness. I swallowed hard.

No copyright infringement is intended. P.S— THIS IS THE BOOK TWO OF BOOK ONE— DIFFERENT SHADES OF HIM. ENJOY AND LET ME KNOW IF YOU DO. THANK YOU!

Parang may maliit na bagay na nakaipit dito. Out of curiosity, agad ko ng kinuha ang librong 'yon mula sa shelf then dusted it off. "'Where the sun doesn't shine' by Marvens Jeff Bonhomme..?" I couldn't help but shook my head just reading the title at the cover page. This hardbounded black book was no doubt a novel, an old novel kaya ba't naman nandito ito? Was Mr. Romero also interested with this piece of crap? With disgust glare at that book, kinuha ko na lamang yong papel na nakaipit dito and then put that book back to the shelf.

I looked back at the pages of the book, wrapping myself more closely in the gray scarf Oliver had given me for Christmas. However, I was not allowed to return to the land depicted in the story from my book, because I sensed a strangely familiar aura that was getting closer and closer to our property. My first thought was mother, because the structure of the aura was very similar, but a few details did not match. I put the book on the table and lifted the blanket from my lap, setting it aside, before giving Oliver a meaningful look. He must have sensed the aura as well, as was already taking Alex in his arms and then walking towards the gazebo, where Oliver sat him down on the bench next to m

she said, her eyes gleaming. Everett looked from the painting to her bright face and kissed her forehead tenderly. "Alright," he agreed. "With you by my side, that sea will come alive again." It did. Whitney stretched out her arms to the sun, and the sea below the cliff came to life, sparkling and vibrant under the light. "Everett, one day, we're going to gaze at the ocean together and take in every shore this world has to offer." Whitney rested her head on his shoulder, her gaze filled with dreams of the future.

Rita really missed those good old days before things went bad for good. - You mean Isabelle wasn't always like she is now?- Selene asked, even more curious about this story. - Of course. She was a very cheerful and joyful girl, from the powerful and old family of Bright. Isabelle spent most of her youth with parents, four sisters and three brothers and loved them with all her heart. My parents were friends with Isabelle's parents, so we stayed together almost all the time since childhood and we became the best friends.- Rita recalled with a slight smile on her lips.- Unfortunately, when she was two hundred and twenty years old, a group of demons killed her entire family. I still can't unders