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Forbiden fruit. It just popped into my mind, and I'm really annoyed right now. I closed the book with its heavy cover making a 'buk' sound amongst the silence of the library. My eyes widened as the click of the library door hit my ears, and, as if my mind had bewitched him, Nicholas de Sanctis stepped inside.

The sound of water gently lapping against the shelves provided a soothing ambiance, creating a serene atmosphere that encouraged deep contemplation and study. As they ventured deeper into the library, Tritan, Finrir, Nerissa, Madissa, Bryan, and Joe found themselves surrounded by rows upon rows of books. The sheer volume of knowledge contained within those pages was awe-inspiring. Each book seemed to hold the answers to countless mysteries, waiting to be discovered by those who sought enlightenment.

Here is the playlist of songs in the book if you want to listen to them: Don't Let Me Down by The Chainsmokers All Of Me by John Legend You are gonna be okay by Bethel Music Ft Jenn Johnson Home by Machine Gun Kelly ft Ambassador and Bebe Rhexa Mirror by Justin Timberlake Forever by Labyrinth

I didn’t realize badass biker men did that kind of thing. Booker climbed in beside me and started the engine while I buckled up. He didn’t say anything as he guided the truck away from Arbor Lodge and I took a moment to take in his ride. It was new with all the bells and whistles, so to speak. Leather seats, wood inlay, and a kick-ass stereo system… at least it looked like a kick-ass stereo system. It was currently off. About ten minutes passed and I had about all the silence I could handle. “Your real name’s not Booker, is it?” He glanced at me and shook his head before focusing on the road again. “Are you going to tell me your real name?”

I didn’t provide him an answer but continue to just looked around the place, one more time to find where the voice is coming from. He made me look at him. “ What’s going on?” he asked, now concerned. My hand's quiver as I heard what the voice commanded, and open the 30th page of the blank book but nothing is written on it. “ Devon! What’s happening?” Alpha Antonio said, watching me tremble into the words that only I, is hearing. He didn’t hesitate to grab the book out of my hand and throw it somewhere, only then the voice became louder. I shrieked. “In the sun! Try to open the book directly on the rays of the sun,” I shouted because the ringing in my ears wasn’t stopping. As confused as he i

I paused, a flicker of realization crossing my mind, before I ended the call and gently patted Timothy's head. "Don't worry, Timothy. Just keep playing." … Lawrence had never expected to overhear such a conversation when he dialed the number. He refused to believe it. Surely Yoana had roped in some kid to trick him! It was getting out of hand. Lawrence fumed silently as he massaged his temples, a plan forming in his mind. The next time he saw me, he would give me a piece of his mind to make sure I learned my lesson. No more calls. He would show me that he was not someone to be trifled with.

Of course, Luciano's men always followed me. Arriving at the bookstore, I went ahead to grab the books I wanted to read. While I was going through the shelves, I heard a slight sound behind me. I paused and turned around, but there was no one there. I looked away and continued to check out the books. The sound came again, but this time it was followed by a strange movement. I swallowed hard, my heart beat, rising above normal.

Kennedy POV. The weather was bad, but I needed to get that new book, it's Robert birthday gift, who'd knew a grown up man would kill for the newest werewolf love book. I got into my car, drove carefully toward the local book store, they had the new book reserved for me. It was supposed to one quick drive, until I walked into the library. A girl was sitting on a bean bag, her blond hair was covering her eyes with overgrown bangs, she tried to huff them away from her face but to no use. She looked young, maybe she's just here with her parents, looking down at the book she had in her hands it was a kids story. Does she read for the local kids? Or is it just for her?

“We improvise it live.” Pauly handed her a slim, battered paperback—Mockingbird, cover worn, pages gutted to hold a wafer-thin transceiver and a micro-SD slot. “Your new copy. Same weight as the real one. Press the title twice if you’re burned; it wipes your last three hours and plays an audiobook. Press the author twice and it pings us with location.” She slid the book into her tote without looking. “And if I press the spine?” “It complains about being objectified,” Pauly said.

Gabby's eyes darted around. "What?" "Would.You.Like.Another.Book.Eleanor?" Eleanor watched Gabby look around and looked around herself. Were they being watched? "Wh... I... Uhm... Sure." Gabby left and came back a while later with a big book titled, 'THE LEGENDS OF BIGFOOT"