Claimed Book Novels & Stories

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Clara's POV I take three books from Kael's study when I leave. He doesn't stop me. Just watches with those sad silver eyes as I walk out with my stolen knowledge. Back in my room, I spread the books across the bed. One is about wolf bonds. Another talks about ancient curses. The third is older than the others, its pages yellow and brittle like they might crumble if I'm not careful. "The Arden Prophecy: A Complete History." I open it slowly, and a piece of paper falls out. It's Kael's handwriting. I recognize it from the journals in his study.

Auxel, who was closest to the chair, immediately opened the goodie bag, and took out two books that were quite thick. As he flipped through the book, he saw the title of a novel that had made his travel across America just to get it. "Crazy!" the man said involuntarily. Brandon immediately picked up the book, and his eyes opened wide. "Axel, where did you get this novel?" "It's no longer in production because Little White Rose is on hiatus. In fact, we read this novel in turn from the community we joined." Axel didn't answer immediately, he chose to enjoy the taste of caramel macchiato that always made him happy.

Picking a card from Clover hand. " Yes. " Clover approved, raising her chin a bit higher in a side eye "We do all." Olive commented. "This card said great things are coming for you. " Clover stated. "But they will cost you." Olive noted, snatching the card from my hand. I tried to get the card but produced water from the other setting the card having it shiver to the ground. "We heard about that code you couldn't crack." Clover remarked. "So here's a book that will help." Olive handed me a dirty green book, the spine was broken, and it felt as it was going to break in any second. On the cover said, "The Code That the Wise One Knows.”

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He tilts his head up, breaking our eye contact, to look at something behind me. I glance over my shoulder, the stranger whoever he was is scurrying away. “Nikolai owns Truth.” Katya declares. “It makes a lot more sense why you brought us here.” “That is your husband? Well damn.” Nadia adds. Immediately, the arm around my waist tightens, pulling me closer against the hard chest, demanding my rapt attention. Was I anticipating his arrival? Of course. But trust the man to shock me regardless.

“Something to ease the backlash symptoms.” He paused. “Who’s affected?” I hesitated. “My mate.” His eyebrows shot up like I’d told him the moon exploded. “The human?” “Even you’ve heard,” I scoffed. The old man chuckled. “Quite an entrance you made.” He turned away and started rifling through one of the shelves. Bottles clinked, and he mumbled to himself as he worked, fingers moving like they remembered more than his mind did. “It’s rare,” he said eventually, pulling down a pale green jar and holding it to the light. “The blocker, I mean. It hasn’t been used in years. Outlawed in most pack.”

The funny part is that, outside of witches who are openly practicing on social media, they think we’re just fictional characters. I saw an opportunity a few years ago, when I stepped inside a human bookstore, Dad told me to run with it, so I did. Our biggest seller was a T-shirt with a wolf’s face and golden eyes and the slogan “I Don’t Chase. I Track.” For men. That one shocked me. Women bought tank tops with the slogan “Prey is a Point of View.” The entire line was a huge success. Right before everything turned to shit, I was going to introduce motorcycle gear. The wolves running that operation were some of the most clever creatives I’d come across.

I asked, snapping her thoughts back to reality. She cleared her throat. “Mrs. Kim told me that Mr. Black and him are familiar with each other. He’s Caleb Villafuerte, has mixed blood.” I nodded before approaching the semi-stage where a red majestic-single chair was seated. Our theme for today is a little bit different from last time where we only focused about cars. Today, we will be playing a sexy theme for the front cover of this month’s magazine. A seductive and persuasive one. “It’s good to finally be paired with a well-known model like you miss Daño.” A deep voice stated that caught my attention.

Pretend you didn’t see anything. Eventually I got to the bedding store, and for some odd reason, it was worse than I had imagined. The bedding store was supposed to be a peaceful place. Soft fabrics, calming colors, maybe a mild lavender scent in the air. But instead, it was a battlefield. The sales clerks were relentless. They swarmed around me like hungry sharks scenting fresh blood. “Ma’am, this set is our highest quality! The fabric is hand-woven by expert artisans!” “Oh, but this one has a discount! Very rare! Almost sold out!”