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He squeezed my elbows, not too hard, as he whispered over my ears. I felt his breath, warm yet fresh, on my skin. Goosebumps rose on my neck where his breath touched, and some hairs stood on end due to the sudden rush of excitement. Damn. I shouldn't be feeling like this. Ignoring the hair-raising sensation, I groaned in displeasure. "Move away from me—"

He reaches for Phoebe's side and acts childish purposely tickling her side which gives Phoebe an instant chuckle. Surprised Martha, observes Phoebe's actions because she remembers that when Phoebe was born, she felt an unusual creepy feeling in her nerves. From the moment she held the child in her bare hands, a cold gush of blood rise into her head down to her feet. This unexplainable feeling puzzles her every time she sees Phoebe combing her hair in front of the mirror. With assuring words, Amelia whispers, "Phoebe I told you to stop reading those books, when we leave this place, I might as well leave those books so you won't be able to flip those pages again, you understand? Are you having

Gerey stood up - Jeyrin still concealed in the dark of the library desk, and went to a rack of books. ‘GEOGRAPHY AND FAIRYTALE SECTION’ spelled at the top of the shelf and as Gerey scanned from book to book, he remembered a few he'd read at school, ‘Knowing Wabrook's Water Brooks and Bodies’ by Whitaker Flarogue, ‘Sunset at Ingfalls’ by Simponie Gugh, ‘The best habitat for all - Ingfalls - Book One’ by Cuulambs Nicktra, but they were not what he searched for.

she said softly. I felt a warmth spread through my chest as I sat down on the vacant chairs in the library. I knew that even though the books I had been searching for were gone, there were still so many stories waiting to be told. I looked down at the book on the table, feeling a sense of connection to it, it seemed mysterious and unknown. I felt a shiver run down my spine as I ran my fingers over the embossed title: Nightstalkers; Hunting the Creatures of the Night.

It was a book they had read countless times, but each time, it held a new magic, a new wonder for Theo. “Once upon a time,” Hazel began, her voice soft and soothing, “there was a little bear named Barnaby who loved to go on adventures.” Theo’s eyes widened, his attention captivated by the story. He listened intently, his tiny fingers tracing the illustrations, his imagination soaring with each word Hazel spoke. The story of Barnaby the bear, his adventures in the forest, his encounters with talking squirrels and mischievous rabbits, filled the room with a sense of magic and wonder. Theo giggled at Barnaby’s antics, his heart filled with joy.

With that, I looked at my father and sighed, "OK father, I will read these, to see if I can get any more details about her and the moonstone. But we need to hurry and find her." ****KARA's Story************* When I woke up again, Elder Bishop was sitting in a chair on the other side of the room. He appeared to be reading what appeared to be an old-looking book. I couldn't make out the name of the book but I could tell it was ancient. But I did make out what appeared to be what looked like a giant dragon . Which I didn't understand because dragons didn't exist, they were mythical creatures. As I was looking at the book cover in Edler Bishop's hands, he managed to look up at me. He closed the

Goosebumps formed on my skin, and my fingers tightened around the edge, for other reasons. Marcus must have picked up on my emotions and stalled, his gaze lifted to mine, he kissed beneath the edge of the longest claw mark, his full mouth lava on my skin. Having his mouth anywhere near my skin made me hot, but between my thighs, it was another world. The book I'd been reading had a lot of action with mouths, tongues, and that place between a woman's thighs. The mere thought of Marcus tasting me there had my body shivering. He kissed my skin and pulled away to lean toward my

I found a tattered web-strap chaise lounge, positioned it in the shade, and fell onto it. The comic book was called “They Come Out at Night,” and its cover featured some kind of one-eyed bat-like creature swooping down on a scantily-clad woman. I dove in, reading the story about the monster called Popobawa that had been captured in Africa and shipped to the United States. The ship was wrecked in a storm off the coast of North Carolina, smashing the crate that held the beast. It flew to shore and terrorized a small town. I read the whole thing, cover to cover, only to have the story end on a cliffhanger. There must be more of these in the attic. The thought of going up there to find the next