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Chapter 140- Lawler POV I lay in bed until I could hear the steadying breathing of Elnora in a deep sleep. After slipping from the bed, I make my way down to my office and open my safe. Inside sits a flowered leather journal, a journal my mother used to write in for me whenever I was having a rough time. When she designed it initially, she told me that it was like a game. “When you need advice from me, and I am unavailable, come and get this book. Think about your problem, flip through the book, and stop randomly on a page. See if that advice will assist in your dilemma.” It has never let me down. The journal stays in my safe and only comes out when I truly need her advice. “Did I do the rig

Alizeh: 'I know, but I can't control my laugh! Varun: "I can say this also with that other meaning, but I am not like that na!" Alizeh: "I know that you are not like that, I know it really well knows! by the way when is my book coming!" Varun: "Maybe 23!" Alizeh: "Yayy, I will keep it with me always!" Varun: "You can also keep me with you always!" Alizeh: "I know, you can also keep me!"

I sat on the desk, pulled out a the a book where I have been writing about the Demon king, Zemia. It was like a diary, where I wrote all the things Zemia does on a daily bases. I drafted a few things down and then got off my chair, I got on my kneels and kept the book on the bottom shelf, I pulled out a big book with leaves printed on the cover. I sighed when I stared at the faded inks of the last page, I was able to save the first pages but it was suscpious like she did it intentionally or it was a hiding message.

“Yes, it’s time you are marked as an official member.” “Yeah, Dad’s gift is cool and all, but I got you something that is just for us,” Kai states as he repeats Dad's move with the shadows. When his shadows disappear, there is a black book with old-looking pages. “It’s a blood-bound journal that only we can use. I figured it would be cool for us to keep in touch while you are in the human realm.” “Thank you, Kai,” I reply with a smile, taking the book in my free hand.

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Rearranging the books, I found a small brown book wedged behind them, but it didn’t have a title or seem to belong to the library. While putting the library books up, I took the unmarked book and opened the cover to see if something was inside to help me figure out where the book went. The cover had nothing, so I flipped the page and saw it was a journal. The handwriting looked familiar as if I had seen it before. Flipping the pages, I skimmed the contents and saw that it discussed microchips. It was also about changed wolves. I took the book to the loft to find out if it was related to the same thing I wanted to create.

I roast him for having exactly nine identical black t-shirts, and he fires back by questioning why I need four different types of hairbrushes. But the lighthearted mood takes a genuinely bizarre turn when Aiden unzips his backpack to pull out his school stuff. Out tumbles his advanced calculus textbook, and along with it, an antique leather journal that looks decades old. I lean over, picking up the journal. "What's in the journal? Hidden formulas to solve the universe?" Aiden blinks, a sudden, endearing flush creeping up his neck as he quickly snatches the ancient journal out of my hands. He handles it with a strange mix of reverence and panic.

A shiver ran down my spine. Retracing my steps, I padded over to the table, which had the item lying on it. It was a book, a really, really old book. Flipping through the pages, I discovered it was a journal, its pages detailing the fall of a great alpha king. My brows scrunched. What the hell is an alpha? However, before I could read further, an unseen force hit me, nearly sweeping me off my feet.

“And here I thought the night couldn’t get more dramatic.” Cheyenne didn’t laugh. She was already turning toward the bookshelf. Tora let out a breath and looked to Jax. “I’m gunna need a notebook.” Cheyenne moved toward her bookshelf with purpose, brushing her fingers along the spines until she found the one she was looking for. It was a thick, weathered journal bound in soft brown leather. The edges were frayed, the cover scored with claw marks and burn lines. A faint glimmer of old magic clung to it.

A cloud of dust billowed out, and I realized that I was holding a book. “What is this?” “It’s Alice’s journal. I believe it contains the answers you are looking for.”