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I'd done what any sensible person would've; I went on live TV and apologized, what more do they want? I stood up and ambled to my bookshelf, I picked a random book and trudged outside. The day was nice and pleasant, the kind that made you want to be outside and at the same time too lazy to go. I parked my butt on the chair at the backyard and looked down at the book in my hands. "Aww men!" I groaned. The book on my hands was none other than Wuthering Heights. I groaned again. Oh well! Might as well see what happens to Heathcliff.

He asked questions—not the shallow kind Damon’s associates had used to make polite conversation, but real questions. “What’s your favorite book?” he asked at one point, leaning close to be heard over the music. She blinked, startled. “My book?” He smiled faintly. “Yeah. Everyone’s got one. The one they can read again and again and never get tired of.” Mya hesitated, then admitted, “Wuthering Heights. It’s… tragic and messy, but there’s something about the passion in it. The kind that consumes people.” Keith nodded thoughtfully. “I get that. Mine’s The Count of Monte Cristo. Revenge, redemption, justice—it’s a story that makes you think about what really matters when you lose everything.”

I missed my mate, my freedom, my friends, Kailin, and everyone at the vineyards. I watched a series about a group of delinquent kids born in space and dropped to Earth to see if the air was already breathable. I finished Episode twelve, and when a particular character pissed me off, I turned it off and went to read something in the study. There were some fiction books, but primarily old books from Jane Austen, Charlotte Bronte, and Herman Melville. There were self-help and meditation books and a book about mystical creatures. I walked out of the study. If she allowed me to read a book about witchcraft, it might interest me, but that would be as dangerous as walking into the darkness without

He looked really happy to see that I was doing okay. "You're reading this?" He asked, picking up a copy of Wuthering heights, ever since I learnt that it was Dimitri's favorite book I decided to give It a try. I had Gemini get me a copy of wuthering heights. Fourteen chapters in and I can see why Dimitri loves the book so much. The book was just too captivating. "Yeah, it helps me pass time." I murmured.

"I can ask for anything?" "Well, sure. Anything within reason." I wanted to snort. "What does that mean?" I walked over to the bookshelf and scanned the titles. There were titles I'd never seen before and several I had, like Wuthering Heights, The Great Gatsby, and To Kill a Mockingbird.

I walked angrily down the hallway on the way to my own bedroom and laid down. Groaning, I grabbed one of my English Lit books, 'Wuthering Heights,' and tried to get some reading done. That was a mistake… Cathy and Heathcliff were at least 20 years apart in age, at least that was what the analytical footnotes in my academic copy told me. Well, I'd succeeded in distracting myself from Bethany, but now Ellis crept back into my mind.

Feeling amazed that the Alpha will read something like this, especially knowing that most wolves hate vampires for its history. As Brianna began to slowly crouch and check more, finding other books that are similar to Twilight, like vampire club, vampire moon, and other things, suddenly Brianna felt a sudden wind behind her. ‘A wind?’ she muttered, automatically turning around to find no source as the room had no window. There’s just an old bookcase with a creepy vibe behind her.

she said, her tone still cold. I nodded, but a small sigh slipped out as I followed her downstairs. The house was quiet, almost too quiet. It felt like I was just going through the motions, each step mechanical. When we reached the living room, Hailey handed me a book from the pocket of her apron. It was Wuthering Heights by Emily Brontë. She placed it in my hands without a word, but I couldn’t help the bitter laugh that bubbled up inside me.

Safe. Anthony wandered toward the fiction section while Lila ran her fingers along a row of spines. She paused at a worn copy of Wuthering Heights, flipping it open to a passage she’d underlined in her own copy at home. Something about passion and destruction and longing that refused to fade. “You’d make a good Catherine,” Anthony said behind her, his voice thoughtful. “But less tragic. I’d never leave you on a moor.” She turned, laughing. “That’s a weirdly romantic thing to say.”