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Kade calls from across the library. "Nothing in particular." But I reach for another romance, one with a black and gold spine and a more risque title. The sight of the cover lifts the hair on the back of my neck and causes heat to billow down my spine. "There are illegal books in here." "Illegal?" "Explicit sex…" I clarify. "Erotica."

Making my way over to her desk three books lay open stacked on top of each other so parts of each could be seen. The top book I had absolutely no doubt I had never seen. Columns running down each page with names, dates, a single letter either B,Y or R and the last column all had DECEASED written. Thumbing through the pages, the rest of the book offered no explanation to the meaning of its contents. Moving it aside the second book is filled with handwritten notes. I recognized Miss Evens writing right away. There are two others, one a elegant script and the other very hard to read. Scanning the pages the main theme focused on some kind of hybrid Lycans.

The girl said. “Same here. I actually thought that this book wasn’t popular but you’re reading it as well. Oh, I’m Kayne by the way, Kayne David.” “I’m Natsumi Koga, it’s nice to meet you!” “Ah yes, you as well. I was actually about to ask if you always come here.” Kayne asked. “Uhuh, I always go to this café every time I go to town, this is actually kind of my spot, haha.”

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Kennedy POV. The weather was bad, but I needed to get that new book, it's Robert birthday gift, who'd knew a grown up man would kill for the newest werewolf love book. I got into my car, drove carefully toward the local book store, they had the new book reserved for me. It was supposed to one quick drive, until I walked into the library. A girl was sitting on a bean bag, her blond hair was covering her eyes with overgrown bangs, she tried to huff them away from her face but to no use. She looked young, maybe she's just here with her parents, looking down at the book she had in her hands it was a kids story. Does she read for the local kids? Or is it just for her?

His worry that stemmed from data about the history of all hosts was needless in the end. "So what's the new function?" Luna prompted BaoBao. "Ah! The library resource has been made available for us!" "A library?" "Yes! There are two kinds of books in the library. The world books and the books of knowledge. The world books are chosen at random and is the next world you'd be entering. The book allows you to read the entire story before sending you in whenever you're ready. The books for knowledge are in case you need to brush up a certain kind of knowledge first before entering the world."

Southpoint Pack never failed to make me feel like a fumbling idiot. The door swung open, somehow silent despite its size, and the smell hit me first. Old paper. Dust. Then something else. Ancient. Sacred. The libraries in Evenmoor didn’t smell like this. Sure, there was the scent of old paper, dust, and older people's perfume, but there was something beneath all that. Could it have been the magic that these people used? Or some werewolf scent? I stepped inside and— Oh. Books. Thousands of them. Floor to ceiling, wall to wall. More books than I’d ever seen in my entire life. More books than existed in all of Evenmoor combined.

and trying to close her legs. But I didn’t stop. I pushed her panties aside and slid one finger along her slick folds, finding her clit and rubbing it in slow, gentle circles. She gasped, her book dropping to the floor with a soft thud. I kept going, teasing her until her hips started twitching. Then I eased one finger inside her tight, dripping pussy, curling it just right while my thumb kept working her clit.

As gorgeous as it all was, Elaina found herself going farther, to the end of the room, to a section of books that looked terribly old and for some odd reason appeared the most interesting. There were leather chairs in this part of the room as well, single high-backed ones the color of rich caramel. Reaching out, she let her fingers brush lightly over the tattered spines of a couple books, stopping as if by no control of her own on one. The name TREKAS was printed in letters so worn she could barely see them all. Elaina pulled that one from the shelf without a moment’s hesitation. Before opening it, as if knowing already that this was going to take some time, she’d backed up until she sank in

“unlucky contestants…shelf two, book thirteen.” It sounded oddly like a personal note. My curiosity won out and I skimmed my fingers along the spines of the books until I chose one at random. I pulled out a medium-sized book, a deep shade of navy blue. Earthen twine was wrapped around the book, and there was a picture on the front. A middle-aged man with chocolate hair and dark eyes smiled up at me. The cover of the book read, “Arthur Zimmerman, Game 71.