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And he would burn the entire world before letting anyone touch her. Back at the mansion, Zaya wandered into the library, her mind clouded with unanswered questions. The scent of old books wrapped around her like a blanket, but it brought no comfort. She ran her fingers along the spines of the leather-bound volumes, stopping when she found one slightly out of place. Curiosity prickled at her. She tugged the book free—and her heart skipped a beat when the shelf clicked and slid open to reveal a hidden compartment. “What the…” she whispered, staring at the small safe embedded in the wall.

Just a final reminder that the next book is up, "Lycan's Little Prey" I assure you that you wanna delve into Arya's story.

He went home. Aayan told his Dad everything. Yash kept silent for some time, then brought a book. He gave it to Aayan. Aayan "This book?" Yash: "This book is about werewolves. I have read a few pages. Someone kept it outside our house." Aayan looked at the book. The book's cover had a picture of a werewolf. The book looked ancient. Yash, "I don't know who kept it. I don't know how many werewolves are here. I don't know whether this book was given by a friend or an enemy. But I feel you should read it once."

Aria Vance never wanted a new family. After her mother marries a billionaire businessman Richard Hayes, eighteen-year-old Aria is forced to leave behind the life she knew and move into the enormous Hayes estate. But there is only one problem. Richard already has a son, Jaxon Hayes. And Jaxon immediately hates Aria. To him, Aria and her mother are outsiders who have invaded his home, his family, and potentially his inheritance. He makes Aria’s first year at Crestwood College miserable, constantly reminding her that she doesn't belong. But Aria has one secret, Blake Reed, Crestwood’s golden-boy hockey captain. She's admired him from afar for months but lacks the confidence to approach h

I beamed. "Crazy, isn't it?" "Fucking crazy, for real." "First, we put THE DA VINCI CODE by DAN BROWN here." He picked out the book and inserted it in the center line of the shelf. He put HOW TO STOP TIME by MATT HAIG, followed by EVERGREEN by NAOMI HIRAHARA. "Then KISS THE GIRLS by JAMES PATTERSON." He put it next to the first book. "I've read that." I went on in a spur of excitement. "It's a thriller and mystery novel about a detective who's trying to track down a serial killer. So many twists and cliffhangers. Total page-turner." I giggled.

“That, I can help with. Although, I think that if you’ve gone that long without food, maybe we should start light. How about some scrambled eggs. Not with toast, though. That would be too heavy. Just the eggs to start with.” I let my head sink into the pillow. “That sounds like heaven.” She patted my hand before scurrying out of the room. I picked up the large envelope and then set it back down. I knew what it said without reading it. Instead, I opened the small white envelope. It contained a key and a one page note that said:

Therefore, there was nothing left to do but clench my teeth harder and follow Kayla like a weak-willed calf through the endless circles of hell. Leaning on the back of the chair, Leah glanced over her shoulder at another visitor who continued to look at the ancient tome. And the girl, as if sensing a gaze on her back, turned around abruptly and glared at her with green eyes peeking out from behind her round glasses. For a moment, Leah was confused, thinking that the stranger was outraged and was coming to investigate, but, stopping near their table, she handed Yuna a book and said in a hoarse, low voice:

Ayla’s fingers paused against the cover for half a second, and though her face remained calm, I noticed the small tension around her mouth. “You kept it from what?” I asked. Her gaze lifted to mine. “History.” It was not an answer, definitely not an answer but still, she opened the book. The smell reached me first, old paper, dust, something smoky beneath it. The writing inside was unlike anything I knew. Symbols twisted across the page in sharp lines and curves, occasionally broken by illustrations painted in faded mineral colours. Some pages showed creatures that looked almost familiar from supernatural stories Dax and others had mentioned before, while others were completely alien.

Ana clenched her fist and took a deep breath before approaching the crowd. “I’m Ana Mystica. Yes, I was the last person to talk to grandma Tasing, but we left her in good hands with her grandchild. How can you say I’m involved?” Ana asked with a furrowed brow. The people nodded in agreement, as Ana’s words were indeed true. The investigator looked at Ana and grinned. “I know you, Lady Ana Mystica. A stranger from Manila. You’re also Don Martin Montecillo’s girlfriend. The people here don’t know you. How do we know you’re not a bad person?” the investigator said with a smirk.

Consuela turned to face the mystical waters from which she emerged and stretched her hands forward, Water of tranquil turquoise Beings from underneath Shield this realm from creatures which beseech thee. ***************************************************************************** The path to Diedre and DeAndre's grandmother's house was quite far, so they elected to use the car their parents had bought for them as a graduation gift. It was a 2020, bright red, Kia Rio which led to many fights during the summer holiday of who could use it and when. Etched onto Consuela's face was a look of disbelief as she started amazed at the mechanical wonder before her.