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He was extremely interested in finding out how she knew. “I can’t guess Mr. Quillen’s hobbies, so I had no choice but to look into his great-grandchildren. Isn’t Mr. Quillen a retired teacher? Teachers usually prioritize their children’s education a lot. Therefore, he’ll definitely encourage his children to read when they’re young. That’s why I bought some books for his great-grandchildren. We can’t go wrong with this gift.” “Why did you buy this set of books?” Maxwell asked. It was a set of classical books. It seemed to be pretty expensive.

I muttered before getting out of my drenched clothes and putting on some loose fitting pants and a green T-shirt. I headed out to the library, to search for the book that Margot Had been talking about. “the book will find you” she said, “you don’t have much time heir of Quillon” she said, she was starting to annoy me and get on my nerves a lot, who the fuck was Quillon anyway?, I had walked all the way to the back of the library at this point and I whipped my head around when I heard a thud about two shelves back, I traced the sound and saw a large tome on the floor, picking it up I saw that it had no title whatsoever, “what are the odds?” I murmured and slid to the floor as I opened the boo

I giggled. "I think I'll read it too then." "You should. What's the next book?" "ENTER THE DRAGON by CLIVE CUSSLER." All the books were marked with a white X by the side so they were easier to find and place side by side. "Finally. YOU SHOULD HAVE KNOWN by JEAN HAFF KORELITZ." "That one's deep." All the books had one thing in common: they all had sprinkles and bits of thrillers in them.

T**o’s eyes glinted mischievously, indirectly hinting Alek to introduce as one of the Nine Immortal Survivors. Quinn Sohal happened to be one of the Nine Immortal Survivors who helped the whole world regain the knowledge of their ancestors. He was the most popular survivor known either from the West Continents or East Continents. He had authored more than a thousand books since almost a century ago. Given that he wrote an average of 17 to 18 books in a year. Those books mostly consist of a few pages unlike the books from this time when most were filled with explanations about their findings. Scholar Sohal’s books were mostly introductions, theories, and basic definitions. It was even said th

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Once situated I pull the bag onto my lap and open it, pulling out the contents that are wrapped in a dark red velvet cloth. I hand it to Lamia and explain what it is. “This came to me from your Uncle. When we were searching for a way to bring you and Kellen home he brought this to me in hopes it might hold a suggestion or a piece of our missing puzzle.” Lamia slowly unwraps the item her eyes lingering on the cover of the leather-bound book as she takes it in. “It didn’t hold anything that would help bring either of you back to us but…” Her long fingers glide over the cover, over the burnt inscription on the front. “This is Nessie’s?” She says with wonder, “Ascenas diary?” Lamia looked up at

“Quinn!” Graham opened the door wide and crossed his arms. “Can you not do this!” He shouted. “My mate is acting weird. I need the book now.” Reid said. Quinn entered in her robe and she rolled her eyes then, she pulled out a thick book with a new cover and handed it to him. “Here, dummy.” Quinn rolled her eyes again. “I fixed it into a new cover. “Thanks.” He stood and skimmed on the book. “By the way, there should be some good news when both of you are fucking nonstop.”

It didn’t feel like mine to touch. And then—just as I was about to turn away—a spine caught the edge of my gaze. Not with color or glimmer, but with its silence. It was tucked almost too neatly between two broader tomes, their gilded edges crowding it as if to hide its presence. The binding was dark, a shade between bruised purple and coal, cracked with age, and unadorned save for a single phrase impressed in thin silver serif: “The Quiet Cull: A Forgotten History of Hybrid Extinction.”

Because disobedience meant death. And maybe worse. --- Far in the distance, the last of Kael’s convoy sped through the forest roads, tires grinding against wet gravel, engines humming like shadows fleeing the storm. Inside the Rolls-Royce Cullinan Black Badge, Kael sat in the passenger seat, the ancient tome resting on his lap. The Book of Damned. Bound in something no one dared identify. Etched with runes that seemed to slither under the eye. Heavy as if filled with the weight of every soul it condemned.

***Author's Note: This book will not make sense if you do not read the two before this first. So, please read: Book one: P.S. You're My Mate Book two: She's My Mate Before reading this book. Thank you and enjoy!! _________________________________________________ QUADE Poetry. Tattoos. Piercings. Sex.