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She looked up to find Alaina waiting for her to speak up with a slight smile. "Oh! I forgot." That girl said as she pressed her palm with her forehead. Alaina found that gesture a sweet one. She was cute. "I am Clara. I wanted a book Nectar of Pain." She at last told her demand as Alaina gave her that book and made her library card with Clara's constant staring. Alaina didn't know why she was staring at her like that with her big blue eyes. Alaina's eyes were too blue but with a little shade of grey making her enticingly beautiful. Alaina handed her the book as she was getting confused with her constant staring.

The book replied in golden letters, “Princess Eloise is in the werewolf realm.” Mars said, “How is that possible?” I asked the book, “Where is she? Where can we find her?” The book said, “She dwells in the soul of the she-wolf Clara impersonates.” I looked at Clara, “Who are you impersonating?” She opened her eyes wide and said, “Marcy.” The book said, “Yes, that’s the name. Marcy.” Mars said, “No wonder. She was acting like two different people at the same time.”

The book lslowly floated into place in the prophecy section. Cornelia left the ball and floated over to the prophecy section. The book was there as was shown in the crystal ball. She picked it up and held it in her hands. All by itself, the book opened to a page where the sea dweller was highlighted. Cornelia read through the page. She couldn't believe her eyes. After reading the whole thing, she closed the book and floated back out the door. ++++×××××××××××××××××××××××××××++++

Rowling fan, the kind of girl who’d empty her savings just to get the next book in the Harry Potter series. “Ivan Carlos,” I whispered, my fingers brushing over the name of the author. There was something about it that intrigued me. I glanced back at the shelf and realized I was in the section where most of Ivan Carlos’s books were displayed. I grabbed another one, this one with a blue and brown paper cover. Since I could only afford three books, I skimmed through, selected my third choice from another author, and went to find Chloe. “Are you done with yours?” I asked, eyeing the stack in her hands. She was holding four books, three by J.K. Rowling and one by Jo Watson. “Hey, that’s cheating

Chapter 16 ~ARDEN~ Seven days. Seven days since Deadclaw almost took her from me. Seven days since my power returned. And seven days since I learned that getting everything I had spent centuries searching for meant losing the one thing I never expected to find. Her. The words of the Elders continued to echo inside my mind. "Congratulations, Soul Reaper." "Thank the moon god. Your abilities have finally returned." I had waited centuries for those words. I had imagined the moment countless times.

Corwin studied me for a long moment, something ancient and patient behind his expression, the kind of stillness that came from centuries of watching younger generations rush toward conclusions he'd already seen play out a dozen times before. "There is a prophecy, old enough that most of the pack has forgotten it exists outside a few dusty texts in the elder archives. It speaks of an Alpha and an exile, bound not by choice but by fate itself, arriving at a moment when two burning houses threaten to become one larger fire." He folded his hands in his lap, unhurried despite the weight of what he was saying. "I believe you already suspect what I'm about to tell you, even if you haven't allowed y

I couldn't get the image of me screaming under him, cumming like an idiot and even begging him to fuck me harder out of my mind. I scrubbed my neck until the skin was raw, desperate to wash away the scent of him, that mix of expensive cologne and the lust in his eyes. I leaned my forehead against the tile, letting the water pelt my back. I was Elias Carter, the captain of the Northwood Titans. My life was built on discipline, morning drills, and a reputation for being untouchable. Yesterday, I was all those things before I lost to Ryder. "Get it together," I hissed at my reflection in the fogged-up mirror. My lower lip was slightly swollen, a visible mark of my shame. I looked at the "C" on

It seems they had also caught on the depth of what the mysterious woman had said. I set my eyes on my mate afterwards only to find her famous blank mask back on her face. My mind was running faster than it usually did and I couldn’t help but feel as if this new lady knew exactly what she was saying. But then I couldn’t be so sure because like my mate, she also had the same blank mask on her face with her eyes dead cold. Taking a deep breath, I asked as calmly as I could. “Who are you?” “Well now that you ask, my name is Kiara Khorne. Cousin to Chaos. That’s as much as you deserve to know. And oh, I’m also the mate of your beta” she answered coldly

Howard and Clayton were dead—finally. When they hadn’t been able to lose Aurora and her team, they had decided to try to make a break for the jewelry store, using it as cover until they could make their way into the chamber below the floor. They thought they would at least be able to take out the two Hunters and impede the Guardian’s progress enough so that they could get away; they were wrong.

Though the term is more famous in high school, college has its own cliques. Their particular clique is strange. There were a bunch of muscular men around lanky guys with glasses, yet they were all conversing and mixing in naturally. And he was in the middle, a black-haired muscular guy in specs. His white long-sleeves were neatly folded up to his elbows as he quietly ate pasta, pushing the frame of his glasses up his nose every time they slide down when he leans into his plate. He had tattoos too. Long, swirly, and tribal ones from his neck and down to his forearms, undoubtedly covering the entirety of his right arm. Anna was particularly enamored by the irony of his gentle actions which wer