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Flipping back and forth, he saw that the recipe was the same on every page. "Husband figure out?" Tink asked, standing on her tiptoes to look at the book. "No," Mike said, flipping to the very first page. What use was a recipe book with only one recipe? His vision blurred, and he rubbed his eyes. Closing the book, he stared at the outside. It had no title on it, but it did have a picture of a triangle on the spine. Mike ran his finger over the golden grooves of the shape, tilting the book so Tink could get a good look.

It’s like my own personal heaven. I walk slowly between the rows, dragging my fingers along the spines of the books. Some are new. Some are so old their titles have faded off completely. I find books on werewolf history, on herbs and healing, on the different bloodlines of the kingdom. I even find one that looks like a cookbook, filled with strange ingredients I’ve never heard of. I lose track of time flipping through them, sinking into a worn leather chair near the center of the room. The quiet is peaceful. So different from the chaos outside these walls.

Spicy books. Droves of them which I have read for fun without her knowing of course, and they all share one feature. They’re forbidden romances. Always been a stepbrother and a stepsister. While I believe Mor would kill whatever typecast male jock was set as her sexy step brother if she was ever in one of those novels…. she’s not. She’s right here. Right now. With a stepbrother she can’t stop looking at and who can’t stop looking at her even though he hides it.

She pushed that down deep, sipping from stored bags in the fridge. Rain hammered the windows that Tuesday night. Lydia sat at her desk, sorting through a box of new books. One caught her eye: Spirits of the Wild: Bindings and Releases. The cover was cracked leather, smelling like dirt and old forests. She flipped it open, her fingers brushing over faded words in some ancient tongue. "Just a peek," she told herself. Curiosity burned in her chest. She read the spell aloud, soft and quick, like testing a locked door. The air changed. It got heavy, like before a storm. Candles on the shelves flickered wild, shadows dancing on the walls. A rumble started low, from the book itself. Lydia's hands s

I whisper. This time, the tears don’t feel like weakness. They feel like healing. Like something finally beginning. ************************ Unspoken Desires - Book 3…. Coming Soon

I guess now I’ll be able to say I went without food for 3 days as well. I pulled one of the books off the shelf, rolling my eyes at the title, “Cooking for the beginner.” I chuckled, “unless you have water dishes in you, you’ll be of no use to me.” I flipped to the first page and began reading. The book was about different herbs and spices that could be used to create soups. Bringing the book over to the desk, I opened the cabinet and began sniffing the contents to identify each one. I wrote them all down on a piece of paper numbered the way I placed them back into the cabinet. I bit of pride bloomed in my chest and Scarlett chuckled, “that was all me, don’t be so proud of yourself.”

Something that did not involve power, or demons, or expectations I did not understand. Carefully, I opened the book. The pages were aged, their edges softened with time, the ink slightly faded but still clear enough to read. The scent of it was faint but comforting, something old and steady, untouched by everything that had changed around me. My eyes moved across the words slowly at first, taking in the details of herbs I had never seen before, their properties described in careful, deliberate writing. There were notes on elixirs, on how different combinations could heal, soothe, strengthen, or restore.

My fingers trace along a few promising books like ritual studies, old magic, psychic links—I’m impressed by the things they keep here, but none of them contain the detail I need. I need to find more. I desperately scour through the whole place, careful not to break the dust that blankets the shelves, so no one will notice that someone sneaked in here. Then, my eyes drift to a manuscript tucked behind a set of other old books. The title along the spine reads: Soul Tethers and Mate Imprints. My pulse skips as I pull it out and flip through the pages. This must be it! I’ve never snatched a book this fast in my life. I find a secluded corner of the study and lower myself to the floor, book in ha

Feeling ko nga'y mauubos ko ang lahat ng ito dahil sa gutom ko. I started browsing a book while taking a bite sa barbecue tsaka sa kanin. "In order to make a potion work, there should be a spevjsada.." Saad ko habang ngumunguya. I coughed a bit, "Spell." Tuloy ko sa sinasabi ko kanina sabay higop naman ng sabaw sa ramen. Inilabas ko naman sa bag ko 'yung libro na ibinigay ni Prof Gen. Tapos kumagat ulit sa barbecue. Nagpabalik-balik ang tingin ko sa mga libro. "May I sit here?"

A world where we don't exist as us, where we are only the shadow of what we are in this tower. — Yes, outside. Plan an... appropriate outfit. I don't specify. She nods, a slow movement that betrays both nervousness and keen curiosity. She closes her book and stands. When she passes near me to go to the bedroom, her light perfume, mingled with the smell of my own home, of my sheets, strikes me full force. My fist clenches in my pocket.