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Not long after, she was glued to the book Demian was reading. "Huh? Are you really reading a book about the world economy?" Shada confirmed by tilting her head to read the title of the book. Suddenly Demian looked up and lowered the book from his handsome face. "Yeah, why, a vampire like me is smart and cool." Demian said with a haughty smile. "But... you read it backwards. Is that smart and cool? Hahaha..." Shada's laughter broke out. After that, she changed her expression to one of mockery. Now Shada was content to laugh at Demian whose face looked red from embarrassment.

I shoot back, not liking the idea of her pitying me. “ Here. ” Miranda’s voice appears from beside my head and I blink my eyes, finding her face coming before me. “ Take this and read. ” Miranda waves an old looking book in front of my face and drops it on my chest, causing me to howl in pain. “ Bloody Witch! ” I curse at her, almost throwing the book away, but she disappears before I can do that. A poof and the witch is gone. I grab the book from over my chest and inspect the leather cover by turning it around. There is a wolf engraved in the leather on the front. The book looks and smells too old.

Even though he seems fine,” I mused, redirecting my gaze to the copied pages of the book. You know?" " Uh, I was exploring and I think I definitely discovered something else regarding you." Let you proceed to unzip your backpack to take a thick book out of it. I closed my eyes as I skimmed the title in bright letters on the dark cover: The Insider Thoughts of the Salem Witches. witches ?" he muses intriguedly and raised an eyebrow. Jorfit laughs apprehensively. Try not to judge me,” he asks me, then, at that moment, he opens the book between the pages where a bookmark sits.

Just delete the book from your library and add it back. Thank you! Sincerely yours Author Blackangel

We're at the end!!! Woohoo! Where do I begin? So far, Hatred turns out to be the most challenging book I've written. Not just with the trope and the content, but both emotionally and physically. There were a lot of challenges along the way, but I made it. WE made it, and I know you're probably tired of hearing me say this now, but I truly wouldn't be here without your support. Hatred isn't just a step out of the comfort zone for me, it's a book that I found myself so attached to along the way and one I learn a lot from, so thank you all, for letting me write Eva and Emerson's story, for believing in me and for staying with me until the very end.

He said. She got close to Third, when she heard a crack around and soon after, Third suddenly rushed at them. Because of Third, covering him up. He wrestled with black apes sharpening their claws and teeth. When the man pushed her. He was attacked by black apes. Strong it fast-acting. So, she immediately got up and looked for something that could be used to beat the Black apes. When she saw the Boulder. She immediately picked it up and she immediately approached the Black apes, then hit it with full force. It crashed immediately afterwards, she helped Third, get up. It had a bite on the right arm. That's why she immediately tore the edge of her dress So, that there would be a wrapper for it

sneered Renata. They walked towards the cashier to pay, but the tail of Renata's eye saw something interesting. "Come here first," said Renata, suddenly pulling Bastian's hand. "What's wrong?" They reached another corner, and Renata picked up a character hat that was the face of a jaguar with sharp gold-colored eyes. The hat was dark gray in color. "Put this on!" Renata exclaimed on tiptoe and put it on Bastian's head. "I don't need to wear a hat like this," Bastian refused.

*** Marcus walked over to Michelle, who was sitting in the library alone. "What are you reading? Do you mind me sitting here?" The boy's voice sounded doubtful. The girl glanced at Marcus and her gaze returned to the book she was reading. "History books, sit down." Michelle did not look at the boy beside her. "I want to give this to you, I hope you accept this." After stating his goal, Marcus gave her a hat. Michelle likes the hat, the girl took the hat Marcus gave and then put it in her bag.

She murmured. “Come on.” He moved forward and helped her get seated. It was a powered wheelchair. She looked at the controls and turned the knob. It slightly moved backward. “Easy, easy.” He bent down to her level. “Here,” He turned the knob in the counterclockwise direction. “Do that to move forward. Opposite for backward. And shift this small gear for sideways.”

Without looking to Owen for confirmation, I say, “We do. Please, explain.” She opens her bag and removes a few tattered paperbacks. The spines are unreadable, they’ve been cracked in so many places. One is missing a cover. All of them have a forest of neon tabs jutting out from their sides. I hear Hannah’s audible gasp of delight and admiration. I’m surprised she doesn’t ask for the brand, style, and inventory number of the tabs. “Our pack is so obsessed with the story of our origins, that we ignore the story of our ending.” She opens one of the books and it lays flat, pages perilously close to falling out. There’s a woodcut illustration of Fenrir devouring Odin.