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He shook her from his mind and pushed open the doors to the study. The rug-lined room was bigger than B’s above-garage apartment. Floor to ceiling bookshelves dampened any noise B might made in his whiskey search. There didn’t seem to be a single inch of space on any one of the shelves. Books of all colors, textures, and sizes were packed together. In front of the book spines sat hundreds of little treasures–seashells, pocket watches, glass figurines, and carvings of creatures. So many creatures. B let his fingers drift over the book spines: The Picture of Dorian Gray. The Catcher in the Rye. The Odyssey. Brave New World. The Call of the Wild. White Noise. So many stories he’d never read and

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To my surprise, it opens. "What the ...?" I whisper. Alec steps in front of me, pushing the door open all the way. He takes a step inside, and I follow. The inside of the warehouse is creepy too. The floors are covered in dust and cobwebs, and all the furniture is overturned and broken. But despite the mess, it's obvious that somebody is living here. There are candles burning in the corners, and there's a mattress in the back corner. I can see clothes draped over an old chair, and a pile of books stacked against the wall.

If anyone was after her, that is. She did her best to keep from stepping on the sprawled limbs of the lifeless zombie bodies that were clustered at the base of the tree. As she pulled out the arrows that were still good enough to use again, she couldn’t resist comparing the look in their eyes to what she’d seen while they were animated. They all matched now. They were all staring, blankly, into nothingness.

Jasper’s voice was filled with both concern and hope as he asked, “Do you really think it’s the zombie blood that would make the difference?” “I’m just as eager to get Lila out of there as you are,” Ben firmly said. “My gut tells me that you need to incorporate the zombie blood and my gut is rarely wrong.” “I can only imagine what Marcus will say if I tell him that I want to put zombie venom into his pack,” Jasper said. “He’ll probably reject the idea,” Ben said. “Wolves hate zombies more than they do vampires and witches.” His statement made Jasper’s expression shift as he said, “I forgot that the wolves and the witches aren’t friends.”

Floor to ceiling shelving units were arranged in the room to create a maze of sorts, each shelf stacked high with boxes and bags so that I couldn't see the full room without walking the maze. My nerves climbed higher with every corner I rounded and my hand itched to pull out my knife, I checked my walkie, switching it on in case I needed back up and instantly felt better. I kept my foot falls light, scanning shelves, walk ways and alcoves as I passed, pointing the beam of my flash light into every space as I passed.

While I am waiting, I pick up the book by his bedside and read the title, ‘Six of Crows’, I turn it around to read the blurb, it was about six thieves trying to pull off an impossible heist to save their country. The book seemed like a very interesting read, maybe after Blake was done with the book, I could read after him. In the meantime, I bring out my phone and I open the app I have for books. I go the book I am currently reading, it is murder mystery/ thriller, titled ‘As good as dead’ and it is very interesting and intriguing.

He's a werewolf. If he is, then maybe there are others. Other creatures who are living among humans as well. It wouldn't be too hard to believe. It would be easy to, too easy that it would throw the world into a frenzy to discover who was human and who was not among them. I open the book and the smell of woods and pine threatens to drown me in it's fragrance. The whole book smells like this, and oddly there's a part where it mentions a race that's eerily similar to the one i dream about.

He mindlinked him, and he nodded, sniffing. "What the fuck is going on here?" A familiar voice asked behind them, making Hashmuk let go of Rasmore. The person standing behind them was the person he was crying for, thinking he had left him. It was Kelvin, with a pile of magic books in his hands. He and his friends smelled like they were coming from the sewer.

"Kael Davis, attempting to trigger a 'Character Memory Leak.' Probability of success: 0.04%." ​Suddenly, the bookshelf behind Mia began to bleed. Not ink, but Red Friction. The "Noir" elements from Chapter 132 were leaking back into the "Romance" world. The books on the shelves began to change titles, their covers turning into gritty, black-and-white crime thrillers. ​The Siege of the Bookstore ​"The Algorithm is struggling to hold the 'Joint-Venture' together!" Kael realized, his eyes widening. "He’s trying to merge the genres, but the 'Friction' is too high!"