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she screamed out fire and brimstone from her lungs, as if she had been heartbroken by her boyfriend. “ Aria, I didn’t mean to. It was a mistake..” my eyes dilated, as I saw the pains in her eyes, it was more than being heartbroken. Aria is so addicted to her books, that when you break her books you break her… you break lose memories that was meant to be hidden.

Everything still depended on how well his body recovered, which meant there could be complications. A hope as uncertain as this one was always closely followed by irrational fear. He couldn't shake the thought that it might all slip through his fingers if he weren't careful. Suddenly, Kaldor tossed him an old, yellowed book. Three bold, flowing words were written across the cover—Black Arcane Arts. "Sir, what is this?" Zeke asked, stunned. Kaldor replied coolly, "A method to help you survive the second phase."

“Your upcoming readers will care, Hana. You need to be more active, but we will figure that out later. Since you’re not any good with social media, I’ll help you promote. Bella says we can do Arcs.” “Arcs?” “Advanced readers copies,” Cara told her. “They will read the book before you publish it and leave you a review. If some of them like it, they will even promote it.” “Oh.” She slid her arm around her sister’s shoulders and pulled her in for a side hug. This could work. She didn’t want much. She didn’t even care about not making a profit. She was happy just having the book being published. Cara wiggled out of her hand and grabbed the laptop. “Who’s Bella?”

ARC 3 - OTHERWORDLY HUNGER TRIGGER WARNING: This arc contains explicit sexual themes, supernatural elements including tentacle-based fantasy content, and breeding kink. It is intended for mature readers only. Proceed only if you consent to fiction that explores desire without restraint. ------ We had been walking through the dark tunnels for hours. My boots went dug deep into the waters. The flashlight in my hand shook a little because my heart was beating fast. We had been doing this for years yet I still sucked.

Stumbling back, I crouched down, ready to attack, “What in the name of Loki are you doing? Go now before I change my mind and kick you, sorry little ass!” Arcane stood between us, blocking my view of her, and his eyes bored into mine. His fingertips had turned to long black talons, and almost black eyes focused only on me. Why the fucking hell did his beast interfere in this!?

"Wolves don't get sick or anything, right? So maybe using the association with him could help you finish flipping through the book, no headaches or drunkenness or anything, right?" "Greece really told you every little thing about us, huh?" “I mean, raise an eyebrow. "Just the rudiments," he reacts with a smile and a shrug, then at that point he asks, "Will you try to peruse the book using your association with Angel?" “I will,” I guarantee, pulling the duplicate book off the floor and my backpack. -Truly?-

I hate him for making me feel this way! I hate how helpless I feel and I'll kill him!! I kill him with my hands and damn the mate bond!! I hate you, archer! I hate hate you so much!!!!

To be fully protected by The Arc, the room must be fully enclosed. The Arc is common in Elenio and can be obtained easily. The government produces The Arc through one of the Archturian divisions and distributes it throughout Elenio. The Arc has almost the same energy as the sun, which prevents Draconians from entering the places that The Arc has given them. So there’s no way this place doesn’t have The Arc due to the difficulty of getting one. Unless they purposely didn’t install it because they wanted to die. “Tonight we will prove it.”

“You never told me.” She gives me a small, apologetic look. “I wasn’t sure. And I didn’t want to frighten you.” We stop before a shelf tucked away in a shadowed corner. Unlike the others, it’s marked with a faded crescent moon carved into the wood. “This section,” Aria says. “No one touches it.” “Why?” “Because it’s about your kind.” She reaches up and pulls out a thick, weathered book. The cover bears a symbol that makes my breath catch. It has a crescent moon intertwined with claw marks.

He unclasped the box, revealing some old books inside. The top novel caught his attention, its dog-eared pages and worn texture hinting at its age. The front cover was missing, but as he flipped through the pages, he found what could possibly be the title written in pen at the back: "Inner beauty and Otter's flaws." This title seemed poignant, considering Arc's past. His mom had abandoned him when he was a child, leaving unanswered questions and unresolved emotions. Arc walked in, and Chelsea looked up and saw his somber expression which was a stark contrast to his nervous energy. "What are you doing?" The question was laced with curiosity and accusation.