Disney Chills Books 소설 & 이야기

Rex said, lowering his head, the words Buckins used cut a little deeper than expected, he had started to become a little spoilt, throwing the royalty word around a bit lately to get his own way. “Very good, the shelves are that way” Buckins said, his mood lifting a little at Rex’s words, bouncing off with a quiet whistle to fetch the books he needed for Rex’s lesson. Huffing a little, Rex gripped his duster and made for the rows he was instructed to dust off, after ten minutes, the task had already become mind-numbing, so to make it easier for him to complete the task, Rex started looking at the book covers he was cleaning. Some titles seemed interesting to him, like ‘How to kill and skin a

But would they help me protect Orion and seek revenge? I roamed around the library, picking out books from several different sections. A hefty stack was piled in one arm by the time I’d finished—for now—and I narrowed my selection down to three. No pleasure reading this time, I was on a mission. One was a text on abnormal supernatural biology. Another covered the mythology of chimeras, strange creatures featuring numerous animal and human parts. The last was a history of dark witches. After stashing the remaining books on a side table, I climbed back up to the third floor and eased into the hall. The corridor was empty and quiet except for… Was that music?

And then, I found three different books, one was pitch color, another was burnt orange, and the last one was pure silver. I stared at the three books on the desk affectionately. If I had the time, I would have picked the three up by reading them all, but I must return back to my room before Talon’s arrival if I was not ready to witness his wrath again. My eyes shunned on the pure silver book. It looked extraordinary and unique. There was something attractive about it—maybe the color or the context. As I picked up the silver book, a chill ran down my spine. The pages were filled with cryptic messages and eerie illustrations. But one passage in particular caught my attention.

Seeing titles like 'Minerals and Gemstones' and 'Animals of the Sahara', I knew I was in the science section. I had to search three more sections: languages, music, and mathematics, before I finally found the section that housed the books on the supernatural. At first, all the books I see are about werewolves. Walking further down the row, the topics change from werewolves to vampires to witches. At the very end of the row, in a small section, nearly invisible unless you are looking for it, stand the books about lycans. I decide to start with trying to find what ingredients may have been used in the sedative Clay gave me.

Chills run down my spine and I grab Noah’s fingers with my cold hands as I wait for him to say something. "We might disappear into the book just like the others have apparently done," he says and I look at him with a terrified expression. "What??" I ask, to be sure that I heard him right. "I read that during my research," he says and I do not like the feeling that swirls around my chest. He reaches for me and I'm about to scream with panic and ask him what he's doing. He is faster. He grabs my hand and reaches to touch the book. Oh fucking hell...

And then there are books I’ve never even heard of, their spines there telling me that something amazing awaits inside of them. A smile creeps onto my face as I notice the careful arrangement. The books are organised into categories that reveal an understanding of my interests I never thought anyone could possess. I glance at Chase, whose playful grin matches my own. “We figured we would organise it for you,” Chase says, his tone light-hearted as he gestures towards the shelves. “Here’s your alien collection. Over here, we’ve got your ghosts, demons, and other supernatural stuff. And this section is dedicated to mafia and motorcycle stories. Should I keep going?”

And the pond. Sighing, she slipped farther down into the cushions of the couch, lifting the book to cover the cheeks she knew were flaming from the memory. She didn’t know how much of her body he’d seen, but it was so very improper. Yet, why did she receive flutters in her stomach every time she thought about how he wanted to take a bath with her and wash her body? Loud footsteps echoed in the corridor outside the library and she straightened to see who was coming to invade her private time. When Rebecca and Anna walked through the door, Emmie sat up straight and slipped back into her role.

To put it nicely. In my hands was a thick book that Chelsa had sent me from France, miraculously it was English, and the contents inside were a history over folklore and monsters which humans believe to be made up although they were just extinct in the supernatural world. I hoped to find something similar to the Northern Whispers or something that could potentially take them down - honestly, I think I’m just hoping for answers that don’t exist or may-

temperature."And lastly think about me and how I will cuddle with you in this cold weather. How you will shiver in my arms while I hug you protecting you from the cold and how I will make you hot coco once we go to my place." He wrapped his arms around me as I took a deep breath inhaling his perfume and before I knew it I was as calm as ever! My mind completely cleared."Good girl." he patted my head while I giggled." I didn't read about this in the book that uncle gave me.""You did maybe you just panicked and forgot all about what you learnt. Come on let's go to my place.""Wait let me get the book first. I want to learn how to control it on my own." I walked back into the house and ---"Oh y

We sit in silence, digesting father's words, his crazy words when he pulls out a book, earmarked at a certain page to reveal a hand-sketched picture, surrounded by foreign text. "Chilli," I gasp, "it's your wolf form, your colouring of red, golden flecks, it looks so much like your wolf." Chilli stares on, speechless. "After that day when I saw your power in person and up close, it got me thinking and reminded me of the old stories my grandfather would tell me about when I was a kid. He'd tell me stories about these fantastic creatures and how he never believed they were gone, he hoped it wasn't true that our ancestors had coursed them to die out and become extinct. So I did a little researc