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Calm Before the Storm (Isabella's POV) The library smelled like old paper and cedar polish. Sunlight slanted through tall windows, catching dust motes that floated lazy in the air. I’d slipped away after the snowball fight, cheeks still pink from cold and laughter, needing quiet to sort through the mess inside my head. Shelves stretched high, packed with leather-bound books that looked older than the pack itself. I pulled one down at random, thick, dark cover stamped with a crescent moon. Ancient Mate Bonds: Stories of the Moon Goddess’s Gift and Curse. My fingers traced the title. I sank into a worn armchair, opened it, and started reading.

Thе dеѕсrірtіоnѕ оf groping each other and getting ‘felt up’, оf ‘making оut’, аnd then later of ‘blowjobs’ аnd ‘gоіng аll thе wау’ hаd simply ѕоundеd sweaty аnd grоѕѕ tо her. Onе afternoon, lаtе іn hеr ѕеnіоr year аnd ѕhоrtlу after hеr еіghtееnth birthday, one оf her bооkіѕh friends hаd passed her a book wrіttеn bу a fеmаlе аuthоr ѕhе didn’t rесоgnіzе.

I put on a great big smile and say, "Why, Tony!" But he reaches his other hand over on top of mine, the one on his thigh. "Why, Ellie!" with as big a smile. And I just can't help a giggle, and I give him a little squeeze. And I feel his fingertips very slowly start to slide up over my knee and onto my thigh. Instant goose bumps! But dammit it feels good! I shudder and take a deep breath. "Tony?" "Yeah Ellie?" "Bump. Or Bulge?" He looks down at the table. "I don't know, can't see it."

Rearranging the books, I found a small brown book wedged behind them, but it didn’t have a title or seem to belong to the library. While putting the library books up, I took the unmarked book and opened the cover to see if something was inside to help me figure out where the book went. The cover had nothing, so I flipped the page and saw it was a journal. The handwriting looked familiar as if I had seen it before. Flipping the pages, I skimmed the contents and saw that it discussed microchips. It was also about changed wolves. I took the book to the loft to find out if it was related to the same thing I wanted to create.

They were still dancing, but no one was paying them any mind. She felt like she was going to throw up. "I was going through some of my father's old books, the ones that speak of wolves. I came across a new one that was hidden deep within the back of the library underneath a mountain of his old books. See, the wolves have been quiet for the past few months, not attacking villages or livestock, and I was hoping to figure out more. The book was filled with information like I had never read before. It was obviously information that very few are privy to. It might very well be the only book of its kind."

At least with the trusty young librarian. “How about something scary?” I look at the mom before handing her the book we had already discussed while the child had been in class. “Is it too scary?” The girl pulls her hands back and turns to her mother. “Is just a little bit.” I place the book on the counter and wait for her to make the decision. “Or there’s a not scary one I think you’d like.” I watch amused as her forehead creases, she’s thinking hard and the smile as she takes the copy of Sam Wu is Not Afraid of Ghosts.

“What are you doing? “ Following your suggestion. Liz answered. Doing a little research. Liz used her telekinesis to rapidly move the pages of the book, hoping to find answers to each of the girls’ enemies. “Wait a minute. Where did you get that book? “Bonniesaid. “I mean I have skimmed through this library a million times and I never even seen that one,” “I just saw poking out of the shelf down there. I cannot explain it, but I think this might give us the answers we need,” “Mysterious cakes. Strange books. Talking cats. After everything we have gone through so far, nothing is going to surprise me again,” April G remarked as she shook her head. Liz stopped flipping through the book Anne sho

You get the point~ right? Goosebumps cover my entire body. Something seems off and this is the worst feeling I have felt in a long time. The last time I felt like this was when I was left in an elevator by my mother. It was an accident and I was just eight years old when that happened. But now, this is more intense and worse. I climb up on the... Podium? And stand before the other creatures. I don't make a move from where the creature left me and I watch in silence as it walks towards its fellow... Creatures.

“Yeah… Animorphs and Goosebumps in elementary school do not a reader make.” “Hey, those are quality pieces of literature!” I declare. “Says who?” “Says me!” I huff, crossing my arms. “And I’ve read other books too! I like Stephen King and Michael Crichton and Neil Gaiman and—“ “Okay, okay,” he surrenders, lifting his hands and cutting me off. “Seriously, though, why are you going to the library?” “I’m going to do some research.” “For what?” “New training methods. Double checking some of the warrior laws for the kingdom.”