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he said tiredly, “if you would please go and get the third edition of Bozkurt’s Second Introduction to Basic Social Forces Governing Modern Packs from the shelf.” I blinked. Well, that was one of the un-sexiest things I’d ever heard someone say. “Uh. Bozkurt. Right.” Standing, my vision went blurry for a moment, like it sometimes did back at the orphanage when there hadn’t been anything to eat that day. I shook off the grey spots and walked a little shakily to the built-in shelves. Bozkurt, Bozkurt… Vincent alphabetised his own library, because of course he did. I finally spotted the world’s least exciting textbook and shimmied it out from the shelf.

Because disobedience meant death. And maybe worse. --- Far in the distance, the last of Kael’s convoy sped through the forest roads, tires grinding against wet gravel, engines humming like shadows fleeing the storm. Inside the Rolls-Royce Cullinan Black Badge, Kael sat in the passenger seat, the ancient tome resting on his lap. The Book of Damned. Bound in something no one dared identify. Etched with runes that seemed to slither under the eye. Heavy as if filled with the weight of every soul it condemned.

ck, Karl was turned on. End of book 1 I'm sorry for the late updates, the book didn't do as good as thought it would so I'd be ending the book 1 here

Kimberly Medilton "Are you kidding me stupid? I already explained this 4 times in a row and you still don't get it?" He bursted angrily and I gulped nervously. He glared at me and took a really deep breath "Sorry" "Stop apologizing!" That made my mouth shut "Let's be done for today" He closed his book and put it into his bag. I swore to myself that I need to study this part again tonight until it cling to my head

we same in unison pointing to each other. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ ------------- “There is no such thing as a good story. There is only something like a good book. A good book is where a reader finds complete solace and comfort; a way to escape harsh realities relating to his life” - R.A Higheels If you liked this chapter, please consider leaving a review!

Which is suck. I make my way to my locker and open it. I took the book that I need for the first period. "Hey, girlie," "Hey," I said weakly while still taking my book out. "What’s wrong? I could smell someone is pissed." I turned to Carmen and saw her looking at me raising her eyebrows. "My mom ground me for a week." "Why? Any reason?" turning back to my locker, I bit my lip. Should I tell Carmen about yesterday? But what if she tells the other?

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Lilith leaned next to him while Finn chose a book. He found a superhero book and read the story, inserting villain’s voices. When he tried to imitate a damsel in distress, both Jacob and Lilith burst out laughing at his very poor portrayal of a woman. “Hey, I thought that was pretty good,” he said, with a smile. He finished the story and Lilith tucked the covers up under Jacob’s chin. “Good night love, I’ll see you in the morning,” she said and turned to leave father and son alone for a moment.

“Yeah. I’m planning to take English Lit.” My heart fluttered. I never thought it was possible because I could see her writing or teaching Literature. “What book did you read today, Hailey?” I asked curiously. Her eyes widened again. Why did she always look at me with disbelief? “I um. I read The Identicals.” Interesting. I knew about that book. Someone unlocked and closed the door that interrupted my thoughts. “Percie, you’re here?” Keith’s voice sounded so merry. I met Keith midway. “No. It’s his ghost who tried to haunt you tonight.”

"I detest people walking out on me." She tisked, relaxing comfortably in her seat. "You'll have to get used to it, il mio cattivo. It's a perchant of mine." He raised a brow. "My nickname for you." Her lips curled up, "My bad guy." He rolled his eyes but said nothing else. "So tell me" She waved off the waiter, "Who is Domenico de Cerintti?" "Answer it for yourself." "I don't know which is why I ask you."