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“Thank you, sir. I’m Amerie. Your shop is lovely. Do you have any books or old maps of the surrounding area? I’d love to learn more about my new home.” “Ah, of course. Down the third aisle toward the end you’ll find one book by Caneen alongside some old maps.” He pointed at the aisle. Amerie thanked him and went to the book and maps. She took a bite of the chocolate pastry as she glanced at the shelves. As she walked down the aisle, she noticed small wolves carved into the columns of the bookshelves. The book Tom had mentioned seemed old yet not very worn. The front cover was black with a golden paw print, and the author’s name was in green at the top. The spine of the book read “The Town of

Countess Matilda, who owned the Dry Moor, and the young Nirvana, who owned a spellbook shop. It was not long before clerks in their slab academies started up whirling their ropes to suit their motives. It was asserted that countess Matilda, the leader of the elers, was angry at the outcry of villagers, especially those who hunt her kind, and so she formulated a plan to send a beast of terror and some feral werewolves to scour them all out, but the elder Nirvana, the powerful and the descendants of the ancient, warned the villagers and their leaders; she told them to build a group of villager hunters and knights to escape and avoid the ire of the countess, but the villagers sabotaged Nirvana'

Emily took a deep breath and said: “I didn’t think I’d say this, but… I feel sorry for the leader of the Northern clan. Losing your only child... - Oh no, that's where you're wrong. Twenty years ago, a little she-wolf was born to the Northern Clan. Alexia. A small bundle of happiness for the Ruling Clan... By the way, I forgot to say. Remember, I told you that almost the entire Night Shadows clan was killed by the Hunters? Emily nodded.

Emily would listen, nodding politely, but her mind was always elsewhere, lost in memories of her brothers and the life she had left behind. Inishola, perceptive and understanding, gave her space. He sensed her sadness and tried to comfort her in his way, providing her with books to read and encouraging her to explore the vast estate. He even arranged for her to have her horse, a beautiful black mare named Nyx, hoping that riding might bring her some joy.

III The night was dark, darker than any other night before. Iltiras walked down the lonely path, the darkness didn’t bother him. He was more than curious what will happen on this path in the middle of the night. Stories were told about power-eating demons and faeries that attack travelers around midnight. He wanted to see them for himself, or as he liked to say with eyes unclouded. No one really dared to walk the path alone; no one wanted to because of the trees and their long, dreadful shadows, which fell on them, that looked like men with bony fingers that ended with talons. The leaves in their bases were bloody red in color. His leg stepped on one of the piles that were in his way, he exp

And they moved. "Mealworms," Nick explained, following my gaze. With a smile he took one of those disgusting maggots out of the box and fearlessly stuck his fingers into the cage. The Pillicula - I refused to give the cattle by a ridiculous name like Mister Who - came rushed to the bars. But to my astonishment he didn't bite Nick's finger, just grabbed the worm and then quickly disappeared into his wooden house with it. "I took him from Taid's warehouse," Nick said proudly. "The little one ran away from every cage there and since I've always wanted to have my own pet, I just put him here."

"Good morning, Ms. Ahri Hauntsen." Ahri smiled and replied, "Good morning children, today is my last day as your volunteer teacher. I have prepared a good story for you." The children clapped their hands while going back to their seats. Ahri opened the book entitled Peculiar Morass. She cleared her throat before starting to narrate. "Once upon a time there were two people who were cursed to hate each other. They are bound to be reincarnated again and again." "Why are they cursed, anyway?" The kid with a pigtail interrupted.

PART TWO -BARE- This is the second half of the book. This part will concentrate on Adanna's journey as a prostitute and the stumbling she had on her way to be a mother. I hope you enjoy it. 😍 CHAPTER FOURTEEN NINE MONTHS LATER "You need to see the way this guy was acting," I said as I sipped my beer. "I know you've got him caged, girl," Pelummi said through a haze of cigarette smoke.

Burning with questions of her own no doubt. This was the first time I have been outside since I arrived here. The sun couldn't feel any more welcoming than it did right about now even if it was snowing. Emma took a deep breath “Six months ago my pack was raided. Eric killed my alpha had taken my packmates prisoner.” “Is that even possible?” I blurted “Surely the other packs will see sense and deal with Eric accordingly!” I exclaimed this was crazy. Breaking pretty much every code I was ever taught.