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I questioned curiously and he nodded. "You lived on a farm?" He smiled and told me he had until his parents were murdered. "They died by the sword you used. Sorry about my behavior, Nia, it was uncalled for." I patted his leg and told him it was understandable. "Anyway, I left and made a fortune then ended up meeting your father and hung around him for the remainder of the time," he shrugged nonchalantly and I rolled my eyes hoping for more, and told him his life sounded dreadfully boring and he pinched my side playfully. I continued to flip through the glossy pages, seeing his growth through the paintings. In the fourth book, I was flipping pages when I stopped abruptly at the image of a be

Chapter 17: The Memory of The Past (part 2) When the brothers were taking a nap, Jeremiah Brownfur suddenly awoke and saw a brown rabbit eating the grass nearby. He wanted to catch the rabbit so badly; so, he stood up, grabbed his wooden sword, and walked silently to the rabbit. Jeremiah went by, without telling Jayden or his siblings beforehand; because he thought he would not go too far. Unfortunately, as soon as he approached the rabbit, it took notice of the boy who stood behind it and spontaneously fled.

My dad patted my back and whispered, "Don't freak out, okay? It'll be alright." I nodded faintly and walked towards the picture, my hands balled into fists by my side. My legs were trembling and cold sweat trickled down my forehead. My heart hammered against my chest, my eyes widened and my breath hitched when I saw the picture. The familiar face sinking in my mind as I gasped. "B-Brownie?" * * * A/N : Well . . . I'm sorry. I didn't want this book to be full of silly humour, but also have some decent plot. So, whoop! There it is.

“Was here, yes. Early this morning” I pushed at his chest, trying to sit up. It was like he was an immovable mountain. Capturing my hands, he forced them down on either side of my head. “What’s going on with you now?” I struggled against him. “What did you do to him, Fang? If you have hurt him...” “Why would I hurt your dog?” Genuinely puzzled, Fang frowned. “Not Woofy, Bobby. If you have hurt him...” Fang's eyes flashed angrily. “Bobby is fine. We had a little chat and he went on his merry way. Anyone would think you don’t trust me, Sunflower?”

An excuse. The way the old man's face and head were wrapped up didn't portray a fall from a chair. Even face first. It looked like he had been in a major car accident “I see.” and I did see. I saw more than he realised and I would find out more. Because if there was one thing about me that Dante didn't know, it was that I was like a dog with a bone once I wanted to find out something. His eyes narrowed for a moment. Dante was suspicious and that made two of us.

"Pack life is... less inhibited than human society." Inside the bag, they found several leather-bound volumes with ancient-looking symbols embossed on their covers, a small wooden box carved with lunar phases, and a sealed envelope addressed to "Detective Richard O'Connor, Newly Awakened." "Your brother has a flair for the dramatic," Rick observed, holding up the envelope. "All Blackwoods do," Nathaniel said with a hint of amusement. "It's practically genetic." Casie shot him a look but couldn't deny the truth of it. "Open the letter first. Knowing Liam, it's a roadmap to everything else."

It felt so good that I trembled not long after, cumming hard. “Ah… I’m cumming,” Rowan grunted, and with a few powerful thrusts, he held my hips and slammed me hard on his dick before reaching his climax. A few minutes later, after we showered and lay in bed to rest, Rowan suddenly sighed. “I just received word from Dad,” he said, pinching the bridge of his nose. “His friends found the books, but the page we are looking for is burnt in each book.”

The foyer was grand, with a sweeping staircase and chandeliers that sparkled like diamonds. She followed Robin through the house, her heart pounding harder with every step. He led her to the kitchen, a sleek, modern space with a marble counter that gleamed under the soft lighting. His parents were out, he’d mentioned casually, leaving the house empty except for the two of them. Jasmine’s nerves spiked. This was a mistake. She should have just let the book go. Robin opened a drawer and pulled out her book, holding it up with a flourish. “Here you go. Pride and Prejudice. First edition. Just as you described.”

The Brown family was a famous family in the country. The Brown family certainly had many rules to follow, but Matthew didn't remind me about that or ask me to pay special attention to anything, so I didn't have to worry about that. After returning home, I passed by a bookstore. I bought some books to read in my freetime. The books I bought were all related to my future major. It was very helpful to me.