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Emily sat at a small table near the window, reading a book she pretended not to enjoy. The girl was taller now. She looked thin, still watchful like something might attack anytime. But there was color in her face, and sometimes, if no one was looking too closely, she smiled like a normal teenager. That was progress. Natasha entered quietly, but Emily noticed immediately. The girl always noticed movement before anyone else. “Dr. Natasha,” she said, closing the book halfway. Natasha smiled. “I told you to stop calling me that when I’m off duty.”

“We got the footage from the store where you worked and it shows you what happened that night. It would have been easier to have shown you this from the start but we are not actually allowed to show you this. Jess sat on the couch and waited for the laptop to start up. “Wow you guys are very committed to this. Look I’d like to belong to your very unique club and I’m sure you’re right about everything? Thing is I already signed up to for witch class so maybe next year. Natasha said as she looked around to locate the nearest exit. What seemed like the front door was just across the room and she was

The sort where he would lean down and kiss me and I hold my breath, looking right back at him and waiting. Is this what I want? I want to kiss Nathan again? He tongue darts out, licking his bottom lip, his eyes flicking down to mine and I suck in mine, pushing myself up onto my toes. My heart racing and my breath faltering as he lowers his head closer… "Leanna, Kim's on the phone." Gemma's voice has us both jolting away from one another as though we were doing something naughty. "Something about her friends booking a tarot reading and wanting to know if you and Nathan want to join them?"

Natasha replied. Miss Esther's face expression changed as she looked at the lake. Natasha followed her eyes and discovered that she was staring keenly at the lake. "What's it miss Esther?"she asked. But miss Esther didn't say a word. "Miss Esther!"Natasha called out and stand in front of her. "Let it not be what am thinking!"miss Esther whispered softly. "What are you doing thinking?"Natasha asked as she became scared. "Let it not be that pinky fall into the lake"

I took my time reading, and another hour went by. On finishing the third book, I realised I hadn’t read them in the right order. It seemed Finding the One was the first book, followed by The Claiming Rites, and then Under the Red Moon. This was a trilogy that needed to be read in the right order. I stared closely at the books and found the numbers on them written on each book from one to three, just like I arranged them. These numbers were written on the drawn-out full moon on the bottle right of the book’s front page, and, being set beside each other in the formal order, the full moon glowed.

Whenever she went there, she would only ride her bike under the unforgiving rays of the sun, making her skin darker than it originally was. Natasha was fond of reading books since then, and her favorite books to read were those pocketbooks that she'd rent in the town. She never showed those to her grandmother as the latter would surely get mad. That was why she often read whenever the lights had been turned off just so her grandmother would think that she was already fast asleep, even when she'd be reading under her blanket with a flashlight just to give a little light. It was no longer a surprise that her vision had started to blur, making a thick pair of glasses necessary.

Otherwise, how could she not understand it? The leather-bound book landed on the cobblestone floor, spine up, with a few pages scattered around. "What are you doing!" Natasha hurriedly approached, reaching out to pick up the leather-bound book. Inside were the pharmaceutical ideas she had meticulously prepared for Ryan. She was eagerly looking forward to witnessing Ryan's journey to becoming a pharmaceutical expert. Yet, here was Natalie, treating it like this! She fought the urge to slap Natalie as she stood there. Now, alone and surrounded by several bodyguards, it was clear she couldn't resort to physical action. She had no choice but to endure.

And when he was home… He watched. Not openly. But enough. She pushed open the door to his study. Empty. Of course. Her eyes drifted to the desk. Neatly arranged. Untouched. Alexander was a man of order. Which meant any small change stood out. Her gaze lingered on a folder that hadn’t been there before. Natasha hesitated. Then walked closer. Slowly. Carefully. She told herself she was overthinking. But her instincts said otherwise. She reached out and opened it.

Natasha shakes her head instead. "Not at all. You're indeed cold and firm on saying no that's all." She cleared and glanced out to the window once again. "Then show me why you deserve to touch my books and my kitchen regardless of us being mates." He made another step closer to his beloved. Natasha looked back at him and it was very firm. "I have nothing to prove to you. If you won't like it then so be it but you will since those two young minds needed them rather than playing with their toys." She firmly told him as she recalled the twins that she had seen earlier and she wanted to meet them in person.

Natalie’s message reads. My face deepens in colour and I quickly go over to my profile which I haven’t updated in months. It is filled mostly with pictures of shelves, nature and random selfies that are all colour coordinated. At least someone noticed my efforts. Flattered, I reply, "Hey, thanks!” We exchange a few more messages, casual and lighthearted. Then, Natalie mentions books. “Have you read The Housemaid Series? I just started it and I can’t seem to get my mind off of it. The intensity is killing.”