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"You've got no right to talk about love. A hidden girlfriend? Nah, just my replacement." Anger surged within me. Before I could shoot back, her smile turned cruel. She shoved past me, knocking my shoulder hard. "Know your place." Her footsteps faded, leaving me clutching my chest. The pain was unbearable. Luke failed me, but Karma always came back around. Once I calmed down, I went home. Mike called. "Your fiancé got you an animal biology book with real specimens inside. Pretty cool, right? How are you going to thank me?"

"Okay, don't think about it too much. Let's go to the cafeteria." Agneta nodded awkwardly and followed Sella, even though her head was still thinking. She underlined the wordgay, and Davero couldn't be gay. *** Because Evan picked up Sella after school, Agneta had time to go to the bookstore by herself. He walked quietly while slinging the bag on his right shoulder. However, he stopped before reaching the bookstore and instead hid behind a wall when he saw Davero smiling and holding a small, wolf-like dog with clean, light gray fur at a pet shop.

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She also didn't see how blankets would help her be a good Luna. Instead of jumping right into knitting she decided to read first and got out one of the books. The Inner Pack. It was a novel. Not a guide or informational book, but a fictional novel? She staired at it in confusion for a few minutes before she picked it up to start reading.

Nichole gave me an apologetic look even though she was hurt as well. Dumpp!! In the middle of our heated argument, we heard a loud sound which made us shriek extremely. "What the heck is this?" Natasha asked dramatically but her guts shut down when she saw Blake who threw the book on the table. "Read the book and find the details. Don't bother her again." He threw a murderous look to everyone particularly towards Natasha before made his way God knows where. "Rude much." I heard her mutter under her breath before she took the book "The Hidden Secrets" from the table and flipped the first page.

Well, I'm the fucking Devil, and I will make people roar in fear of me. I'll be the dark fog engulfing the room, with nothing to lose and so much to gain. Like smoke, destroying everything it comes into contact with, until, all that remains is the aberrant odour of my contamination. My name is Sandro Peker, and you can read about my mission in the upcoming instalment of... Hidden Secrets: Forbidden Heirs.

He had long ago guessed that the contents of the folder w rea book, what the book contained, however; he was about to find out. He sucked in a deep, unsteady breath before he flipped open the leather cover. The first thing that appeared was a photograph that he recognised instantly, it was of himself leaning against his beloved red, Ford Granda. The photo was taken three months into their relationship; he went to pick Aria up from court one day; she sneaked the picture while walking towards him leaning against his car. His fists clenched as a myriad of emotions swept through him, the logical part of his brain was screaming at him to toss the book into the fire and never think of it again, bu

And then, at the very bottom of the box, we got to my diary. The one that I had hidden in a secret compartment in the dresser that I thought my mother knew nothing about. The one that I had written in about the bullying and abuse that I suffered. The one that I had confided some of my darkest and deepest insecurities. Ashley saw my face and frowned. “Jenna?” “It’s my … my … my d-d-d-d-iary,” I whispered. “It’s here. Which means she found it. Which means… she read it.”

Frustration gnawed at me as I slammed the cover of the hardcover book shut. "The brotherhood of wistful whisperers," I muttered, pushing a strand of hair away from my eye. I retied my hair, making sure that no loose strands were on my face. The book I had just closed was filled with tales of assassins and rebels. There was nothing about the Obsidian Wolves. The Obsidian Wolves were like the secret of the secret society. Disheartened, I looked around the endless rows of the palace library, each shelf holding more than a hundred books. How long would it take me to find something reasonable?