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Neither of then knew whether she wiuld be coming after seven years ago or she was going to come back soon enough. Elinda and the spy, whom people came to find out her name was Ana, were loathed by eveyone. Everywhere they went to, they were knocked aside as if they were some dustbins and chased away from people’s presence. All the pack member’s beileved, Karen had decided to go away because of them. Harriet, Peter, Kelvin and Patrilia, suck themselves into magic books and anciet libraries looking in there was anywhere written about raising then long gone souls.

Flipping open the book randomly, my eyes skimmed over words that made no meaning to me. I turned around as heavy footsteps approached, only to find Yeti balancing a ridiculous amount of books in her arms. “Found some good stuff—” she paused as her eyes strayed to the book I was holding. “What is that?” “A book?” She walked past me, dropping the heaps of books on the table before turning back to me. “Let me see that.” She said, prying the book from my fingers. “Forgotten Beasts: A Study on the Supernatural.

Her face heated, and she averted her sight. The YHRA, as I recently realized, is very different from Lesley. Yhra has a distinctive appearance, including a sharp nose, pouty lips, and pale complexion. "W-what? Don't talk in such a snooty tone." As I caress her cheeks, I can't help but smile.

“But what if it’s a trap?” Zia would do nothing to put me or Mamma in danger. “She hid it in the pillow she used to keep the letters from her ex-boyfriend. No one knew about the secret chain but me. She knew I’d find it.” Zia knew she wouldn’t survive those people. And that made me feel more miserable. “Let me come with you.”

"At this rate, who knows what shape Zyra will be in when we find her." "How about we split up? We might find a clue that way." Yaslyn scanned the buildings around them, a flicker of recognition crossing her face. "Something about this place feels eerily familiar." Xoan glanced back at her with a piercing gaze. "Ever been here before?" Yaslyn shook her head. "Impossible. How could I have come to a place like this? Though, the buildings do strike a chord." "Ah, it's coming back to me. Have you ever read 'Village Wilderness'?"

I want to trust him - and there are times, when he looks at me as if I'm the most precious thing in the world, when I think for a moment that I can - but the fear remains. It's not until Wednesday afternoon, when Rafe leaves for a quick meeting with his agent, that I have a chance to do anything about it. The minute I hear his motorcycle leave the garage, I slip down to his office. Maybe the bundle hidden inside that book will have the answers I'm looking for. I'm halfway to the bookcases when my eyes fall on the desk. He's been in here since the last time I was snooping - there's a stack of books in the middle of the desk now.

I didn't know what to type, I just stared at his last message. Mystery man: So you are also a writer on Goodnovel, share me the l**k to your book. I will like to check it out. Me: Just type in itchy fingers or either My daughter's Nanny or Yes, master in the search space. I have two books on the platform, you can check any out. Mystery man: My daughter's Nanny? Is it romance? Me: Yes, of course. A mafia romance. Mystery man: I can tell you are an hopeless romantic.

“We haven’t fed her in two days. We put a tracker in a piece of rice ball and let her loose. She’ll be so busy wolfing it down she won’t even notice she’s swallowed our eyes and ears.” Before I can say anything else, the door swings open again. Anya walks in with a pile of old books pressed against her chest. Her dark hair is a mess—clear evidence of her sleepless nights spent digging through Jareth’s shelves and the library I gave her permission to use. She drops the books on the table with a thud. “I think I found something.” She flips one open, showing us the colored edges where half the pages have been ripped out.

“Check out the local library. Ask for Yellen’s book. Tom” Leila sighed and ran a hand through her hair. Eduard Yellen. The man whose nutty research had kicked off this whole mess. A dead man with too many secrets and not enough time to spill them. Now she was supposed to dig through dusty old books to figure out how deep this rabbit hole went. She headed for the fridge, hoping for something stronger than a clue, but all she found was a single can of gourmet dog food and a designer bottle of mineral water. Wolfie’s breakfast, it seemed, was more luxurious than hers.

Time had weathered the leather, softening its edges and fading its color, but the silver lettering embossed across the front remained visible. Two simple words. The Yalettis. A strange feeling settled in my chest as I stared at the title. For a book to be hidden behind a glass, locked away from the rest of the collection, its contents could not be ordinary. And somehow, I doubted the history of the Yaletti family was either. “Thank you,” I murmured, just loud enough for him to hear. Grey responded with a restrained hum and a courteous nod. I turned away, glancing over my shoulder once more before gesturing lightly that I was ready to leave.