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“Why would I? I am not like those conservative council members you have met, Elias. Don’t worry. What matters to me is my brother alone. Just trust him. We know Isabelle and the alpha is just married on papers. “Did my brother tell you a secret or something?” “What secret exactly?” I sipped my glass of shoes. Shy tapped me on the back and comforted me with her assuring words. I did not know what is she implying. She smiled and happily went back to her place and picked up her book. “I could not believe I just dropped my favorite book in the middle of the hot scene.” She rolled her eyes at herself. Who would not be surprised with a bomb that’s truly imposible to tick and blow?

The smell of cedar and ozone was replaced by the overwhelming, suffocating scent of wet ink and ancient, drying parchment. ​The creature didn't breathe. Instead, it rustled. Every movement of its ten-foot frame sounded like a thousand pages turning at once in a gale. Its skin was a shifting, translucent collage of scrawled sentences, crossed-out dialogue, and the very first, tentative outlines of the Shallows. Its eyes were not eyes at all—they were two bottomless pits of obsidian ink that seemed to be actively drinking the light from the room.

HIS DARKEST SHADE BOOK-THREE ~Prologue~ “Even if you end up hating me for it.” His tone was vicious. “I might scare you,” he continued, his gaze roaming over her trembling form, “but they are far worse—formidable, vicious… and willing to do whatever it takes to get what they want.” He gestured toward her. “Including you.” “Never.” She shook her head, her voice trembling but firm. “I’m not scared of your words. You’re just trying to scare me so I’ll listen to you!”

Zoe stared at the book, her fingers hovering over its worn cover, tracing the cracks in the leather and the faint symbols etched into its spine. It felt… alive. Not in a way she could explain, but there was something ancient about it—something that pulsed beneath the surface, waiting to be uncovered. The Book of Life, her heart raced, every answer she had been searching for… could be inside.

And once you reach for it, you will identified as one of their leader. Every born child of Alpha's will have their own book. And this book will lead them to a quest. A quest will help them to level up. These Alpha's were created by Mother Tree, she was the most powerful of the underworlds. She can give more life to every creature in their land. But creating the Alpha's would be her greatest mistake because instead of protecting their land they were the one destroying it by killing each other just to be a leader. The four Alpha's can be recognized which group of clan they're belong by the color of their eyes.

Although he can't leave here, like me, who knows what he gets up to in his spare time. "Not quite," he says, holding up the book so the cover faces me. On it, is the name Shinee in bright golden letters surrounded by dark tinted italic pattern swirling around like magic. It looks similar in configuration to mind. "It's a book, on your mate." I echo my thoughts, curious about getting my hands on it. "So, basically the same premise of mine? Isn't this like some kind privacy breach?" Damon shrugs his shoulders. As if he cares.

I placed my food on my lap and pulled my current read from the shelf behind me. There was something about cracking the book open to the bookmark that made all of my thoughts disperse. For three beautiful hours, my mind focused on the words on the page and the world they painted. I flipped the page as the library door creaked open. I lifted my head and watched as Shane came walking into the room. He scanned the library until his eyes came to a stop where I sat. The corner of his lip curled and he ran his hand through his hair as he made his way toward me. I turned back to my book and ignored him. I didn’t look up at him when I saw his shoes come to a stop in front of me. He kneeled down and o

His wet kiss fell hot and fell heavily on her white neck. —— After joining the bookshelf, you can see the update prompts the first time, the little friends quickly join the bookshelf, so you don't have to stare all the time, it really can't hold your enthusiasm, what?

Growling I sit up then hold the book "What's your problem, I know you're not fake so why are you hiding " " am not" The moment the book spoke I quickly let it go but it didn't fall off my hand, it remained in the air. " you..... just.... speak" stammer I crawl backward on the bed "How is a book speaking" " what do you expect lady, you have been making so much noise am forced to wake up "Two eyes open, a mouth shape forms then a nose, the book blinks then exhales loudly " It feels great to be awake again, I thought they are no more innocent women for me to eat "

the voice continued, and a shiver ran down my spine as I realized that it was emanating from the large, old book laid out on the table before us. As Aunt Agatha guided me to a chair and seated me, my eyes were drawn to the book, its pages glowing with a deep purple hue that seemed to pulse with otherworldly energy. As my fingertips brushed against the weathered cover of the Book of Shadows, a surge of energy coursed through my veins, sending shivers down my spine. It was as if the very essence of the book pulsed with ancient power, alive and vibrant beneath my touch. "What... what is this?" I whispered, my voice barely audible in the hushed confines of the cottage. But the book remained sile