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The little triangle thing, he suddenly wondered if it had a name, was pointing to yes. The window on the other side of the door asked “Do I really need another candle?” The magic 8 ball underneath it had the answer of “Yes – Definitely” On the door in elegant script was Botanica Wiccan Bookstore, established 2006 Ciara Goode, Proprietess In both windows were elaborate and beautiful displays of books, candles, crystals, tarot cards and novelties. Working up his courage, Knuckles got off his bike and walked inside. He had expected the whole place to be dark and broody.

She inquires, looking at me carefully. Oh right! To schedule a meeting, one needs to pay the booking f*e. That's the policy of our company to avoid people who just want to fool around and end up dropping our company for their events at the last minute. Since that witch was here, that means she paid the damn booking f*e. After how things ended between us, I'll be damned to take up any of her events. That is, if at all she had one. I have a f*eling she used that pathetic excuse to meet with me. Since she dared use that trick on me, she should as well kiss that booking f*e goodbye.

The even was a sophisticated one, media was invited, the royal family of Batloung was also invited. The king of BaTlokwa kingdom was invited, associates from the hotel deal were also invited and that included those who were involved in the hospital deal, as well as the volunteers from abroad who worked at the hospital. Everyone who mattered was there, the event was called the Bakoena’s first annual ball. The announcer was there to announce all the guests as they arrive.

So she was not in the condition to leave her bed. "No, but I- Wait, didn't you go to the event last year?" Ethan lightly frowned. Alice shook her head. "Tell me about the event." "It's simply like a social gathering event. It is only during this event where Normals, Talents, and Blessings have the chance to interact with each other. There is a strict no conflict policy. Anyone violating this will be expelled from the school. There'll be food and drinks, the large field in front of the canteen will be lavishly decorated, performances held, and a ballroom dance."

… Weeks later… At the largest bookstore in Brentwood city, Quinn Edwards held a signing book event. After releasing her new book, The Forbidden CEO and I a few weeks back, she held the event to interact with her fans and sign whichever book of hers they purchased. The new book was a story about how a young lady who was the daughter of the housekeeper of a certain wealthy family fell in love with the heir. They were from different worlds. How could they fall in love? The two indulged in hidden passion, slowly giving in to their desires until they couldn’t keep their love a secret anymore.

I go the opposite way, painstakingly reading each and every title. “Callie!” Alice exclaims excitedly. “I think I found something.” I hurry over, seeing her pull a smaller black book off the shelf. There’s no title on this book, only a gold Baphomet overlaid on the leather. “The Book of the Beast,” I whisper, eyes lighting up. “I think you did find something.” She cracks the spine and I lean over, heart racing. And then the library doors open and close with a boom, echoing throughout the entire room. Alice and I both jump, and she quickly shoves the book into her cloak.

Viola McCoy The coffee here isn’t great. It’s bitter, watery, and the barista always forgets the extra cinnamon, but it’s convenient. Just one floor down from Reynolds Publishing and close enough that I can sneak in between manuscript edits and meetings with Adrian. I’m stirring my cup with the tiny wooden stick when I hear them. Two women. Glossy hair, perfect nails, lanyards around their necks that mark them as part of today’s author spotlight event in the bookstore upstairs.

My throat gasps in pure, shocking rage, my inner beast nearly losing its absolute cool—never in my entire life had my alpha status been so completely humiliated, especially not in front of an entire audience of my own council warriors! As mass confusion and wild growling reign over the messy room, Booker finally bursts out with a loud, furious roar, “Fuck! Who the hell is fucking with my beast on my special day?! You win this round, whoever you are; you totally got my skin. Just wait until my claws find out your true name in this city, and when your own birthday rolls around, my beast will show your body a real lesson...” Booker assumes the sudden explosion was just a wild prank from one of

“I am so glad you joined us, Shelby.” Shelby nodded and sat next to Alice before she was served her tea without sugar. Alice rubbed her arms and smiled at her. “I heard Lylah has an event coming up soon. Get me tickets, okay?” Alice said, and Shelby chuckled. Her daughter, Lylah, loved poetry and organized a poetry event for her ten thousand followers to attend, selling tickets only to adults.

The same particular quality of room that held things that mattered that had been designed for ideas and had accumulated, over the months since the address, the particular reputation of a space where true things were said. It was full. Not only with people I knew with strangers. People who had found the Fund, who had followed the story in the press coverage, who had simply seen the book listed and been moved by the description to come. The particular mix that book events had when the book was about something real not the curated literary audience, but the broader, messier, more specific audience of people who needed to hear something and had come because the title of a book had told them it w