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They were drawn to the idea of unearthing the hidden history of their beloved city, of delving into the untold stories that had shaped Emeridia's destiny. Without hesitation, they purchased the book and retreated to the cozy comfort of their home. As they settled into their reading nook, anticipation buzzed in the air, blending with the melodies of compassion that still resonated within them. They gently opened the book, revealing pages yellowed with age and filled with elegant calligraphy. Each page whispered the promise of discovery, inviting them to embark on a thrilling journey. For days and nights, Aric and Kaida delved into the book's mysteries, their excitement growing with every turn

He tells me to take a seat on the little blanket which was on the floor as he looked through the items, I do as I’m told and sit down whilst pulling the blanket which was already around me tighter, now I was away from the fire I was beginning to grow colder. “I have been awaiting your arrival for many months, that is why it was not a surprise when you and your friend appeared.” He tells me still looking for whatever it was he was looking for, before too long he turns around with a huge black book in his hands. “I believe this is what you have been looking for.” He smiles handing me over the book, as I take a look down I see the title The Dark Secrets Of The Realms, this is exactly what I hav

If I was going to think about something, it needed to be far from their piercing eyes. I walked over to the bookshelf, my fingers gliding along the spines, looking for anything to distract me. But then, a flashy cover caught my eye. A pear surrounded by three bananas. The title was suggestive, and just reading the blurb was enough to get it: reverse harem. A new subgenre that was gaining popularity. I swallowed hard. Was the universe mocking me? On impulse, I grabbed the book and hid it behind a few others on the shelf. I’d come back for it later, alone, and take it to my room. To cover my tracks, I picked up a random poetry book.

If someone writes a book about how a woman's mind works the first chapter should state why woman believe that love from two different worlds could actually work. I lean back my head resting it on the edge of the couch keeping my gaze on the woman asleep with her legs thrown over mine. She had a life of her own before I intervened. She looks so peaceful in her sleep not a worry about the monsters chasing her... or the one who actually have her in his possession. I let her legs fall onto the couch when I stand up looking over her turn for a second, but she doesn't wake. She mumble something about office buildings and apartments before snuggling up into a fetus position and sigh loudly.

And if I wanted to find her so desperately, I need something or probably anything for a clue. My fingers tightened slightly around the cover of the book before I sat down on the edge of the bed, exhaling slowly. “ just a fucking clue,” I muttered to myself “That’s all.” I flipped the page of the book. Another over another several times. The more I read it, the quieter it became. The panic I felt inside of me suddenly disappeared, and all that was left was the sound of my breathing and the words in front of me. It wasn’t just random ideas. It was structured and careful like someone was building something piece by piece. Titles, plots, and notes scribbled in between.

Hey everyone! This is the end of Book 2 - His Deadly Mate and the beginning of Book 3 - His Clever Mate. Book 2 left with open storylines on purpose. These will be resolved between books 3 and 4. I hope everyone enjoys and leave me comments. I do love reading them! *winks*

*Yo guys! Congratulations if you've made it this far!🥳🎉 I apologize for mass publishing the final parts of the book, but I have exams coming up, and err...I needed to get it off my chest ASAP. Anyway, this part is technically like a trailer for the book II, so it's not going to be singular. It'll be random. So, stay hyped! ********* When I was ten, I drowned in the pool up in my parents penthouse. I was their only child and their heir, so they couldn't leave me for dead. When they performed the ritual that brought me back to life, they suddenly didn't want me alive either.

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And then, because she had no idea what else to do — because her hands had to do something, anything, aside from shake — she reached for the shelf. Her fingers ran along the spine of a thin, worn-through book. She hesitated. It was one of her favorites — a still, painful story of finding hope again after loss. She drew it free slowly and held it out to him. Julian took it from her without looking at the cover, his fingers slowing to brush against hers. A jolt ran up Lena's arm. He leaned over her, his voice a low, menacing whisper. "I'll read anything you put in my hands."

The lightest moment in a story that had contained almost no light at all. I noticed the book on his nightstand the following week. Not a pregnancy book. Not a business strategy guide. Not any of the texts I'd seen him read during our time together. A different kind of book. The title was something about understanding patterns and breaking cycles. The kind of book that therapists recommend to clients who are ready to examine the machinery that produced them.