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Nice girls were deferential and accommodating, and, as far away from home as she'd run, things like that ran deep. We ended up at a nearby New York style deli that I'd finally gotten Taylor to recommend. We were standing in line, our fingers interlaced, my other hand on her elbow. "So what's good here, sweetie?" "I've never had anything bad. Do you like pastrami?"

They sat at the table, digging into the meal; fluffy eggs, crispy bacon, and toasted bread; but Eli was still groggy, his eyes half-closed as he poked at his food. Zeke filled them in on Noni over bites of food. "Noni's in the dungeon, recovering. I want to bring him into our mix, but only if you're all good with it. He's a mess right now, subspace city (chuckles) but he'd fit well." Delilah nodded enthusiastically, licking egg from her fork. "Sounds hot. He's got that energy we'd all enjoy." Damien agreed, but Eli just whimpered, pushing his plate away. Without a word, he stood and wandered toward the dungeon door, his body moving on instinct.

Whatever it was, he was good and big in it. He was prospering in his legal businesses and the illegal ones were topnotch seeing how everyone knew of him… a crude handsome fox. Dylan was the number one in his business and to crown it all, here I was going through his stuff. Though his room was plain, the amount of files in there wasn't. So many trades, treaties, allegiance and the rest and there were books. I reached out and took one of them, the books weren't outdated because I knew every single one. ‘His’ by Aubrey Dark, ‘ Haunting Adeline’ , ‘The Priest’ by Sierra Simone.

The same floor as Johnny's. When they finally arrive at Joshua's dwelling, the girl notices how different the decor is from Alexandra's apartment. The furniture is much more rustic but sophisticated, and the aroma of hazelnut, clove, and cinnamon permeates the place. The windows are closed, as are the curtains, and a fluffy carpet is covering the entire floor. Emanuele does not bother to excuse herself before sitting down on the red sofa, taking a deep breath. It was obvious that the girl was absolutely stressed. Joshua could not have picked a worse time for that conversation.

He gestured to the book on their small table. Since her arrival, they delivered new books more frequently and even were considerate to her preferences. The second common room had almost turned into a library consisting of mostly romance and fantasy novels. However, despite the bi-weekly deliveries, there was nothing to do in prison besides read, finding Daisy finishing books extremely quickly. Dave would often surprise her with new trending books or secondhand ones that his youngest daughter had already read and grown bored of. She was an avid reader as well apparently. Wasting no time, she stretched her arm to reach the book, having no desire to leave her comfortable position. "It's a Gordo

A broken man who tried to become a god and ended up less than human. Everyone told me not to go in there. Liam said it was dangerous. Caleb said it was unnecessary. Micah just looked at me with those gold eyes and said nothing, which somehow felt worse than a warning. But I need to do this. I need to look at the man who designed my markers and ask him why. The tent smells like antiseptic and something sweet and rotten underneath. Decay masked by medicine. Price's eyes track me as I enter. Still sharp. Still brilliant. Trapped in a body that's eating itself alive.

“This star has been covered.” His face went white. “What?” “You burned it away with a cheap alchemical potion,” I said, my voice dripping with scorn. “And covered it with this vulgar rose. The stench of sulfur is nauseating. You didn’t even do a clean job.” I leaned in closer. “To hide your oath, you’d scar your own skin with such low, dirty magic? This is how you say goodbye to three hundred years?” Milton opened his mouth to explain, but I had already pulled my hand back.

I read them in the dark, fingers between my legs, chasing echoes of that night until I came with his voice in my head: Careful what you ask for. I wasn’t careful. I texted him at dawn on the seventh day. Level 4. Tonight. Make it break me. His reply: 22:00. Door 13. Wear red. Nothing underneath. I chose a crimson slip dress—silk, barely there, clinging to every curve like spilled blood. No lingerie. No boots. Just bare feet and the card in my pocket like a talisman. The warehouse air hit my skin like a promise when I arrived. The greeter didn’t speak this time—just nodded when I whispered “Level 4” and led me straight to Door 13.

She warily watched the basket, unsure if she should even touch it. She finally calmed herself and walked towards it. The first thing she noticed was her favourite novel from college. Her jaw dropped, only a few people knew about her love for this book. She shakingly opened the first page. Your archived social profile said this is your most favourite book. I hope it has not changed. She dropped the book like it was hot pot. Who would go digging so much? The card! Luna had said there was a card in this. She spotted the card, picked it up and read it. I hope these make you feel more at home. I collected only things that are unique to Xen. ~ Delbert. E. Dalloz

Come pick a bouquet from these Flowers in a Dumpster. Eidolon Avenue: The First Feast by Jonathan Winn—where the secretly guilty go to die. All thrown into their own private hell as every cruel choice, every deadly mistake, every drop of spilled blood is remembered, resurrected and relived to feed the ancient evil that lives on Eidolon Avenue. Through a Mirror, Darkly by Kevin Lucia—Are there truths within the books we read? What if the book delves into the lives of the very town you live in? People you know? Or thought you knew. These are the questions a bookstore owner face when a mysterious book shows up.