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"So cold in here." While worried about being stuck here forever, I spot a pedicel in the center. I walk towards it, and up close, there is a book. Leather and looks worn out. This book is the size of a medical textbook. I know because my mom bought me a textbook about being a nurse for my eighth birthday. She wanted me to be a nurse. Instead of studying, I use the book as a stool or a cushion when I'm too short for high tables. I even used some pages to make a paper machete; my mom was so angry that instead of grounding me, I had to attend her book club meetings and listen to horny women and their book about a man named Pablo. Instead, I would be grounded for a month rather than get nightmar

But when we took it off with care, there was a hard-bound file with several thick papers inside that appeared to be the handmade kind. “This doesn’t look like the book we are looking for…” Emma muttered a bit unsurely. “Should we keep looking?” “Yeah…I think we can come back to this later.” I told Daphne who was looking at the papers with such intensity that it worried me a bit. “Daphne? What’s wrong? Can you understand what’s on these papers? Is it about the Blood-” “No.” Daphne shook her head immediately. “This isn’t a ritual book…this is a record book.”

“This world is definitely underdeveloped” Mane sighed as he looked over the information he had been given. Dan arrived at his room only minutes ago to complete the final transfer. Yes, you heard right – final transfer. Mane assumed that the books were well compiled sources of information, but he was wrong. Sure they were called books just like in other worlds, but these so called books were just large sheets of paper bundled together and held by a very long string! The sheets weren’t light and crispy like what Mane was used to, rather they were hard and heavy and it was difficult to carry more than a few dozen at once. Dan delivered seven different bundles of these ‘books’. He had taken almo

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I squeak at the end. Damn it. He’s caught me by surprise, and it’s making me nervous. “Smut isn’t what I had in mind.” “It’s just a romance novel, Daddy.” I knew the cigarettes would get me in trouble, but I’m surprised he’s harping on the book. He’s always got his nose in a book—sometimes some classic, since he’s a lit professor, but just as likely a thriller, and he knows I love a good romance as much as he loves a good save-the-world-from-the-bad-guys adventure.

The whole group were shivering as they stared at the hand and the strange symbol it bore. But Ash. . . Ash may not know the symbol yet, but he certainly know what the hand pointing downwards, and the number 2 meant. "Team . . . It's . . . it's the Black Clan Wolf." Ash stuttered with a shaky voice. "Of course we know that Ash! If there's anyone who would love to terrorize us it's the Black Clan!" Rose screeched as she clenched her fist angrily. She's raging with fury right now that the Black Clan had sent their welcoming gift.

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The kind of panic that made me want to set fire to the world, only to sift through the ashes for what was lost. Perched on a sofa clearly not meant for someone my size, I fanned through one of the thousands of books the male, Dain, had sent to the suite. Half of these tomes read like textbooks, while the others were packed with fiction and myth. There was no way of sorting between what might be real, and what might’ve been the illusive dreams of some ancient, long deceased scholar. I’d been seconds away from voicing as much when I heard a breathy little whimper, not unlike the one’s my mate had mate last night, sound from across the room.

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