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the man insisted, "let Chad here show you to a comfortable chair while I fetch that for you." Amani agreed and went to sit in a soft chair by the fire. She was starting to think they didn't have a copy of the book, considering how long the older man was taking. However, he came through for her in the end. When Amani received the book, she flipped to the end right away. She wasn’t interested in any of Blackclaw's Kings, especially its current one. That one could rot in hell for all she cared.

The older lady patted her shoulder lightly while returning the smile then headed back to her business leaving Amy behind. "Where do I start from?" Confused Amelia whispered. "What kind of Christian books would be less boring?" She exhaled deeply while her fingers traced through the books on the shelf. “‘Ahaha!” exclaimed confused Amy as she picked out a book from the shelf. “What could this be about?” wondered Amy while she read the synopsis of the book in her hand. She read out in an undertone, “Filled with faith and inspiration, Break Out will challenge you to build a new prespective, let nothing hold you back…” Nodding her head in concurrence to the words she read, “ hmmmmm…. I certainly

He went home. Aayan told his Dad everything. Yash kept silent for some time, then brought a book. He gave it to Aayan. Aayan "This book?" Yash: "This book is about werewolves. I have read a few pages. Someone kept it outside our house." Aayan looked at the book. The book's cover had a picture of a werewolf. The book looked ancient. Yash, "I don't know who kept it. I don't know how many werewolves are here. I don't know whether this book was given by a friend or an enemy. But I feel you should read it once."

Thank you so much again. The Author Aman Kearney Ps most of the second book has been done just editing to make it perfect before it goes on here.

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May Allah bless you saying this imam left the room and Murat and Arman both hugged me happily. Soon Hayat, Jiya and Fatima took Khushi outside and make her sit beside Hasan while piya sit on Khushi's lap.. They both look each other and smile :O:O:O:O:O:O:O:O:O:O:O:O:O:O:O:O:O: Assalamu_Alaikum dears, How was my first book? I really want a overall comment from you all.. Want Epilogue? Enjoy, vote and comment

Damascus shifted protectively beside Amara, “Who are you?” The woman didn’t look away from Amara. “I was once called Aiyana. Alpha of Alphas. The First Gold Wolf. And the reason they buried the truth beneath ash and silence.” Amara’s breath caught, “You are real.” “I am real,” Aiyana said, stepping from the crystal as if gravity didn’t apply to her. Her feet didn’t make a sound. Her body glowed with quiet power, “And so are you, child of my blood. You are not a shadow of me. You are the return of what was lost.”

Then tenta‌tively approaches‌ Kiy⁠a. “Hi,” she says s‌hyly. “I’‍m Amara. I’m‍ going to teach yo‍u lo‍t​s o‍f stuff.​ Like how to rea​d and​ how to do cartwhe‍els and how t⁠o remember Ayana.” My heart swe⁠ll⁠s. This is my family. T⁠hes⁠e beautiful, broken, heali‌ng peo‌ple.

“Anaya!!!” Her name echoed through the house as her dad pounded up the stairs, her 4 brothers mirroring him. She had locked herself in her room not to hide from her father but to avoid the damning fate that awaited her outside those doors. “Anaya,” her father’s voice boomed once more, then the pounding on her door came. It shook violently as her father continued to bang repetitively. “Anaya, if I call your name one more time, there will be hell to pay.”

Looking good tonight would give her ego a boost if nothing else. Aiden was home promptly at six. Amaya was curled up on the sofa, flipping through the coffee table book by an extremely popular photographer, which she had just purchased on her afternoon excursion. He was a wildlife photographer but his subject matter this time round was a lot closer to home. His latest anthology, entitled "Man's Best Friend" was all about dogs. Amaya, being a huge sucker for dogs, hadn't thought twice before buying the book.