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Tasha ran around the room reading the notes. "Just give it back." She finally managed to catch up and snatched it. "So? when are you going to upload that?" Her best friend asked. "Upload what? I'm not uploading it anywhere." "But why?" "Cause I'm very comfortable with my genre." "Why? What's bad with romance genre?" "I'm not good at it." "But I liked it." "Whatever! Let's forget about this one and focus on my current book, please? We're getting late." "Fine, but promise me that I'll get to read that when you complete it."

Cela remains disappointed. "C'mon. It's not like they bought everything. They just thought of giving the books as Christmas presents apart from the corporate giveaways. You must know that your mother enjoyed your first book so much. Too bad that she passed before the second one is out," Nanny Rita continued. "You've always been loyal to her," Cela said.

The woman climbed a short ladder and began pulling down a few books. “These should help,” she said, setting five large, dusty tomes on a nearby table. “Sorry about the condition they’re ancient. Let me know if you need anything.” “Thank you,” Anna said as the woman walked away. Rhea and Anna sat cross-legged on the floor beside the table, surrounded by the stack of heavy books. Their covers were worn, their spines cracked, and the pages yellowed with time. Each had a unique title: 'Tales of the Mystical Creatures', 'Powers', 'Hidden Behind the Voice', and two others with faded letters too difficult to read.

And before I can respond, she’s being dragged off. “Hi, Aunt Wren.” Oh, my heart. I drop to my hunches. “Hi honey, what do you need?” “Can you read this book for me?” She hugs the book to her chest, glancing at Ezra then back at me. I give Ezra a wide-eyed look, panic clawing up my chest. I swallow, tugging the book gently from her. “Wow,” I say, and glance back at Ezra. His lips twitch, and he crouches too.

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

Time to get back to work. "Sloane?" I turn. "The book I left on the bus. Did you read it?" "I'm halfway through." "And?" "It's exactly what I needed. How did you know?" "Because I read it three years ago when I was falling apart. And it helped." He shrugs. "Figured it might help you too." "It does. Thank you." "Small gestures." "Small gestures," I agree. I walk back to my equipment feeling lighter than I have in months.

So, how could my corpse possibly be a specimen? The butler glanced at it curiously before turning away and retching once more. Clearly, he had also noticed the organs in the pot. "Ms. Brooke, there seem to be internal organs in there. It doesn't look like a specimen." When she heard him, she looked at him as if he were an idiot and asked, "How are you so stupid when you've been working for me for so many years? Felix must have put animal organs in there to confuse us. Can't you tell? This is just ridiculous!"

Every hair on her arm stood as she beat back the panic welling in her breast. On the other hand, she had read novels in which the lady had enjoyed the pirate’s passionate kisses. The heroine in the book actually fell in love with the ruthless man. Isabelle rolled her eyes. It was beyond her knowledge how any woman could feel that way. Yet, Hawk had been attentive while she was being jolted atop his horse. It had seemed he almost cared about her discomfort when offering to have her lean against him.

he said softly, reaching out to pull the covers over us. But before I could speak, a loud SLAM echoed through the room. We both turned toward the sound. The heavy, leather-bound Book of Forgotten Truths had fallen from the counter where I’d left it, lying face down on the floor. I stood up, the midnight breeze from the open window hitting my naked skin. I walked toward the book, my heart racing. As I bent down to pick it up, I realised it had fallen open to a specific page.

I entered mine, went through the three books I had gotten from the store, and set them down on the bed. I folded my arms and read their names. The Claiming Rites, Finding the One, and Under the Red Moon. There was no order in which anyone should read these books, so I sat down and picked up The Claiming Rites. After an hour, I finished reading. The book made zero sense, and then I picked up Finding the One and spent another hour reading through it. While the first book was incomplete, the second made a little more sense. I picked up the third, which I had gone to Zion’s room with. I took my time reading, and another hour went by.