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he watches my arms tremble with anger. I glare at him. "Stop being so damn bipolar. Pick up your fucking mess. I'm going back upstairs and I'll read a book or something." I grumble, turning on my heels and going back from where I had come from. ***** After an hour of reading an interesting novel, I shut the book and skim my fingers over the cover. Classic books and poems have always been my thing, but some of them are extremely hard to read. Shakespeare is my all time favorite author. Although he writes tragedies, and darkness, I absolutely adore the way he tells a tale. Each and every word of his wraps around your heart and tugs on a string. He brings so much emotion into what he writes.

My hand reached out almost automatically and I picked up a worn paperback titled “Beneath the Wolf Moon.” A wolf-themed romance. Go figure. “You are going for those cheesy ones,” Emma teased from a nearby shelf. “They’re comforting,” I replied, hugging the book to my chest. “You always know who ends up together, no one actually gets punched in the face, and the girl doesn’t have to decide between two emotionally unstable guys.” She snorted. “Wish real life worked like that.” “Same.”

Emma hated violence, and she had never read a book detailing such raw brutality. But this wasn't just a mere book. Someone had written it—like a twisted, violent diary. She desperately wanted to believe that it was just a random story, but if it was just normal fiction, why was she so incredibly drawn to it? What was so odd and magnetic about that black book?

"Not for long. Maybe I'll need to try another pussy. Getting caught up with confused emotions isn't my thing, Evie. " "I know, " I let out a small laugh, snuggling closer to her. "But life can be weird, and trust me the more you try to avoid them; the stronger your desires get. " Aliya snaps her gaze at me at my words and lifts her brows. "And how could you possibly know that, Miss Carson? " I give a raise of my shoulder as I fall back on her bed, lifting my hands to the back of my head. "Books. " Aliya chuckles next to me before she falls beside me, turning on her side so her eyes are fixed on mine. "You know everything about human emotions through books?"

I open the box, and pull out the first book, and I frown even harder because it is titled - Your Dad Will Do, by a Katee Robert. Feeling realy confused, I pull out the second - Priest, by a Sierra Simone, these books are giving me a certain vibe. I pull out another, laughing at the incredulous title - Does It Hurt, by an H.D Carlton, feeling really curious, I open a random page, and frown as I try to make sense of the scene. I gasp as I begin to make sense of it, my mouth falls open at the full realization of what it actually is, the book falls out of my hand with a resounding thud.

October 08, 2023 PLEASE READ UNTIL THE END. Lovelies, Another journey ends, and words will not be able to express my gratitude to everyone who stayed and finished this book with me. I appreciate your readership — the time, coins, gems, and thoughts you shared with me. The Beta and I is my most emotional book. I couldn't count the number of chapters we all cried together, and I think this book gave the longest hell week in all of my series—from the moment Catherine met Maddox to her time at the Dark Forest territory until the Claiming.

I thought about the things I liked most and then in excitement I said," A book…. A book is precious to me" When I said that, Kate did some magic spell and that book was in her hands. Emma looked at me and whispered," I didn't know you were such a book lover". "It's not a common book. Many memories and emotions are attached to it. It is because of this book, he realized his first mate". Kate said. Emma looked at the book and then she stared at me. It was the same psychological book because of which Emma touched my hand in the library when we first met.

I let out a deep sigh at my weakness. "You have to read this book, Aron. I stumbled upon this book while browsing the market for new, worthwhile novels to read. Learn to find harmony in all aspects of your life and overcome guilt and desperation. I'm sure this book will help you with that." I retrieved the book from her hands. "Where to find peace?" The book's title drew me in. I don't typically read spiritual novels, but there's something about that book title that makes me want to read it right away.

I hated it. A sigh danced out my lips as I rubbed my temples before returning to my book. It was an old self-help book about emotional control, and though it was meant for people with anger issues and destructive anxiety, I figured it wouldn’t hurt to apply some of the principles to myself. I didn't want to accidentally freeze my pillow at four in the morning after waking from a vivid dream... again. My fingers itched as I flipped another page. A chill shot through my bones. I ignored it hoping it would simmer and die from the lack of attention.

“Fayne, I'll do my best to make you strong but please give yourself a few days to heal and keep reading the books I've given to you. That way, you can fulfill all of your promises.” “Okay, ma'am.” I responded and watched her leave the room. I looked at the books on the table and grabbed one and started to read it page by page. It had a lot to deal with ingredients that could heal common illnesses. As I continued to flip through the pages, I got hooked on the book and continued to read. Before I knew it, It was nighttime. I moved to the other book and as I looked through it, I saw that it was about how a human could harbour demonic powers.