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He raised his eyebrows as if he wasn't expecting a reply from me like this. "Great then. Hayden!" Christian called out Hayden and he appeared to our sight, holding some files in his hands. "The list." Christian told and in no time Hayden handed over the list to him and after scanning it through his eyes for a few seconds, Christian gave it to me. "These are some food recipes which Chloe likes to eat mostly; The likes and dislikes of hers has been written here too so you could get to know more about her." I could ask all these stuffs by myself!

I tried to pull her to me as we say on the porch but she sat in her own seat and sighed softly as our friends surrounded us. "Ok guys. I need answers. I don't want vague details and talk of thousands of years ago because I don't think I could stand another headache. I want answers on to what the hell is going on." she explained trying to remain calm but her voice was shaking at the end. "Did Deacon explain what an agapitos is?" Bridgette asked and she nodded her head looking at me. She had to feel the pull, otherwise she wouldn't have become so wrapped up in us. She has to feel the pull of our love and the years in the past we have had with each other.

“Isn't it pointless if you stay alive? No one needs you. You are just a scary monster that will be killed one day by them. Before that happens, I'll pick you up. How about it, little girl? " Khanza opened her eyes and looked up. A black shadow resembling a human stood right in front of her. The shadow stretched out both hands towards Khanza. Silently, with blank eyes, Khanza continued to watch the helping hand. Then, the two hands started to wrap around her neck. The black shadow embraced her. His smile was wide open, looking very scary. His eyes began to appear, bright red. He pushed Khanza's hair behind her ear, then whispered, "Come on, my little girl, darling ... come to me."

Thane dragged, “you mean everything, right?” I could see his point. Everything here gave me the creeps and made me feel uncomfortable—everything down to the creepy fur rug that covered the floor of this study, or whatever she might have chosen to call this place. “How about these?” Thane asked, drawing my attention to a shelf full of creepy books and tomes. “Not that. Creepy, but not creepy enough,” I said. “I smell blood and death all over them,” he said. “Fun, but not what I’m looking for,” I replied.

She was in such a state when she noticed a seemingly bond paper stuck to the next book. For some inexplicable reason, her chest suddenly throbbed with a seemingly small voice urging her to pick up the paper and read. So that’s what she did. Maybe it's just a simple exam paper. But she felt differently when she unfolded the paper and was exposed to familiar and very beautiful handwriting that seemed to be computerized because of its perfection. Jenny's whole body went cold and even with resistance inside her, she started reading the letter that Jason had made for her best friend Ara.

It was quiet, only a few students scattered in corners with their thick tomes. I hurried to the supernatural history section, my fingers trailing along the shelves until they landed on a title that made my heart stop. “The White Pack: Legacy of Healers.” With trembling hands, I pulled it free and hurried to an empty table in the corner. My breath caught as I flipped through the pages. The opening lines read:

Jess just stood there as if her legs didn't work as the stranger reached out and smelt her hair. "Hey! What the hell are you doing you CREEP!" Jackie yelled as she ran over. "Let's go Jess." Jackie pulled her by the arm and they rushed for the door. Jess could hear the guy talking to himself as he watched them leave, "Such a pretty girl, I'm gonna getcha pretty girl." Jess noticed that he was missing a few teeth when he smiled at her through the storefront window. "What a creep, what the hell was wrong with that guy? He was probably some kind of pedophile. Why did you even let him close enough to touch you?" Jackie went on rambling as Jess sat in silence.

I didn't want to have breakfast for fear of running into Darick. The door creaked as I turned the knob and entered the library. Dust particles still floated in the air, and I could barely see with the dimly lit chancellors. I walked down the aisles, holding my nose as the smell of musk filled my nostrils. I skimmed my fingers over the hardback books. Hmm, ‘Chronicles of the Blood Brothers.’ No, I don't want to read about the Blood Brothers' history. What's this? ‘Understanding your Supernatural Abilities.’

: --- The rain tapped lightly against the windows of the old library as Anna flipped through the yellowed pages of an urban legends book. The room was dimly lit, the overhead light flickering occasionally, casting eerie shadows across the table. Her best friend, Mia, leaned over her shoulder, eyes wide with curiosity. “Why are you always digging into creepy stuff?” Mia asked, half-laughing, half-nervous. Anna shrugged, brushing her curly black hair out of her face. “I like stories that make your skin crawl. Look at this one,” she said, pointing to the faded text on the page.

" My young self was right. I had no backbone. For 20 thousand and my ID, I got in the car. Charlotte brought me to an office building and led me into a conference room. It was pitch black inside. Something felt wrong. I turned and caught the glass door before it shut. "I can't clean in the dark," I said, frowning. Charlotte tossed something at me. "Put it on." In the sliver of light from the hallway, I saw what it was: a pair of men's underwear, thin and barely there. "What's this supposed to be?" Charlotte crossed her arms. "Mrs. Crayford can't see well. With the lights off, she won't notice much. She enjoys it more that way.