Novel & Cerita Choice Book

Then I opened the door. He stepped inside. He smelled like his study ,bold paper and pine and something else underneath it that is sharp and new. Adrenaline. The specific smell of a man who made a terrifying decision and is standing inside the consequences of it. He looked at Cole and Cole looked at him. Neither of them speaks. My father reached into his coat and put something on the counter. It was a book,leather-bound, with a small brass lock on the spine that had been forced recently, the metal bright where it bent.

The card read, "I remember you like sweets." On the third day, it was a newly released book. The card read, "You once said you wanted to read this author's next book." I returned everything unopened. But he kept sending more. On the fourth day, a scarf. On the fifth, scented candles. On the sixth, a brochure for a northern lights tour. When I saw the northern lights brochure, I paused. That day in the car, I had casually said I wanted to see the northern lights. He had actually remembered.

We had heard most of these stories as kids to scare us away from vampire territories or during history lessons but nobody really took it seriously because based on the history books there was very little chance of success even with the Fated. I put my two fists up defensively when everyone in the room stood up and bowed. When I realised why, I sighed and sat down on the only vacant space on the sofa. I was still clearly adjusting to this whole 'Luna' thing. The lounge was filled with groups of people doing different things, but you could feel the strong bonds and love everywhere. There were several little groups within the lounge; groups of teen wolves involved in an intense game of chess, t

I was surprised to see that apart from Victoria and Favour, Tobi and Chimdi were also in the library. "It means we don't have to go to class. Well courtesy of our dear boy Dili" Tobi hooped in and answered my question. Tobi was tall brown skin boy. He was lean but still had fats in the right places. I changed my gaze to Dili, raising a brow. Sure I knew Dili had some kind of privilege of not attending classes when he deemed it fit, but I didn't know he could also secure that privilege for us to. What kind of influence could he have in this school.

When Samuel heard Kaylee's words, his brow furrowed imperceptibly, and he shot me an accusatory look. My gaze drifted past him toward those who were fawning over the powerful while cursing Kaylee and me with the most venomous words. I looked at each one deliberately, calling them out by name. "The Zimmerman family in the aluminum alloy business, the Muller family in the cement industry, and the Sacha family with their soy processing business..." As I calmly and clearly identified each one, these parents were stunned into silence, because I had named them all correctly.

I admitted. “Then, my dears,” my grandmother said. “Perhaps, instead of waiting on Missy’s choice, we could see about Kenton’s.”

There is so much I want to say to him. “Lilah?” Charles calls, bringing me back to earth. “Yes?” “I asked you a question.” “Oh yes, you did.” I give him a brief smile. “If I had to choose a favorite book, I would have to say—” “The Hangmen series by Tillie Cole,” Beau says before I can. I turn to face him with my eyes wide and my mouth hanging open. I can’t believe he just said that. “How did you know?”

Choice said adjusting her newly stitched silk gown of cream white color twirling like a little girl. “ Hm … let’s hope that this book given by Mr. Camel proves to be a useful one.” Murmured Destiny while Choice was busy in her own wonderland.

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He opened the overly-ribboned box, and pulled out a book. “It’s a book of history and fairy tales,” Abigail explained. She was up on the lounge on her hands and knees, leaning in between him and the book. “Because you’re so smart and you liked that book you found in the library last year.” She sat back on her heels. “Do you like it? I hope you will. Maybe we can read it together before you leave? Hannah says it’s going to rain a lot soon, so maybe we could read this?” She was excited, nervous, and had to pee a little. She was babbling, desperately wanting him to like the gift. To like her. He opened the book and paged through it. It was a beautiful book, well-bound, and clearly loved by a pr