Golden Fig Books Carrboro Novels & Stories

But once again, they were completely disappointed and defeated by my reaction — or rather, my total lack of reaction. I looked calmly at the sparkling stones resting around her neck, acknowledging them briefly, and then slowly shifted my gaze straight into her eyes with absolute calmness and coldness. "It suits you perfectly, Miss Rios," I answered her softly, calmly, and completely expressionless, nodding my head slightly as if I was genuinely complimenting her appearance. "Green is definitely your color, and the design is quite classic and beautiful indeed. I am glad Lucas finally found someone who appreciates and wears it better than I ever could."

Power was efficient when it didn’t have to shout. Later at recess, I saw her with that friend—Bethany—sitting in the corner like two awkward birds. I felt a pull at the sight of them, the same tug I feel when a plan checks out. I walked over, my twenty-dollar lemonade in hand because I liked the idea of ruining the picture fully. One toss, and the liquid hit the book. The soft rip of pages was satisfying in the way a good sentence should be.

The banner did not come down. Three days passed, and the gold-lit declaration still hung above the atrium like a crown Briarcrest had welded into place. Moore / Calder Nyx had discovered something unsettling about the academy. Briarcrest did not rush its messages. It planted them. Then it waited for the roots to grow. Every time Nyx crossed the central hall, she felt the weight of it above her. Not just the banner itself, but the eyes that followed the name beside hers. Students pretending not to look. Instructors pretending not to watch. Top pairing. Strategic unity. Historic.

"This is a holy book Carol. Yes, you have guessed it quite right, It was written ages ago. " The old lady and the maid both looked at the book which was brick red colored with tints of golden and ocean blue patterns which were looking like they were like carved with some kind of object or metal. The outer cover of the book was literally made of gold and silver and in it was tucked a dagger which had some blood stains on it.

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He thought that over and slowly turned around to face her again. “No outside drugs?” “Nope. You can find what you need if you know where to look and know who to ask.” “And here I thought you were on the up and up.” She laughed and shook her head. He stared, he couldn’t help it. Her eyes turned an even more golden color when her smile was like that. “I never said I was. Thought it would be a good way to turn a profit. You know, sell what we traffic.”

As for Harold, I had the movers clear out everything in his room—his expensive wardrobe, luxurious cosmetics items, and anything in between, gathering everything in a pile outside the villa. Then, I made sure Harold watched as I poured gasoline over his possessions and burnt it all to ash. Bound and unable to move, Harold couldn't save his prized possessions, and could only howl and bawl in anguish. My mother, seeing him crying himself hoarse, went up and hugged him, comforting him, "It's alright. I'll just buy everything again! Brand new ones!"

And on the front porch stood Krishna, with all my sisters behind her. She looked at me with a stoic expression. "Finders, keepers!" I shouted at her. Her brows furrowed, obviously confused. I smirked and continued walking. I'm not letting her resurrect the Great Witch. And the only way, is finding the golden trinket first. I turned my back to the mansion I once called home and grabbed the keys to my black mini cooper car. It’s time to finally feel freedom and blend into the crowd of humans in the city.

Griffin's eyes landed on the chain around my neck. "If that's silver you'll want to remove it before the change. Silver burns werewolves," he informed me. I lifted the chain and my old wedding ring and frowned. I guessed this was it. I was about to unclasp it when I yelped at the burning sensation in my fingertips. I tucked my shirt up under the necklace on my chest and looked helplessly at Griffin. With his yellow eyes looking stern, he grabbed the ring and broke the chain from around my neck, and laid the jewelry on a shelf. I looked worriedly at the hand he was waving. I reached for it and could see the imprint of my ring burnt into his flesh. I ran my thumb softly over it and he pulled h

"There's a lot of us. Your husband's taxi won't fit. And Chris is a boss—he can't show up in a cab." I stared at the phone. "Then rent your own. We've got work." When they realized we weren't coming, they had no choice but to grab a cab. One that charged by the meter. Mom stormed in, scowling, and slammed her suitcase down. Eva, totally missing the vibe, ran over. "Grandma Milena! Aunt Katerina! You're back!" Mom shoved past her and flopped on the couch. Katerina's kids didn't hold back—they dove straight for the snacks and fruit on the table.