Novel & Cerita Harry Hole Books

June’s POV “You need to go out more, Harry. You just can’t keep hiding inside forever, the weather is so nice and you can’t afford to waste such a good day indoor” This is actually the tenth time I’ll be asking Harry to go out and stop staying indoor all day with me reading him boring books like medical books. Even though those books might end up being helpful to me, that’s if I decide to go back to medical school. I still find those books boring.

“I’ll ring these up and bill Master McCabe.” “Oh, that’s not necessary. I can afford a couple of books myself.” Hana tried to stop Finch, following him to the register. “So…did we stop here for Hana to get her ancient book fix? And oo those look interesting. You’re sharing.” Pam asked, leaning on the counter to see what books Hana was getting. “This book itself is two hundred dollars.” Finch held up the first edition of Jannot: A French Rabbit by Mireille Marokvia. “And this one is five hundred twenty-five.” He held up the copy of The Birth, life, and Acts of King Arthur by Thomas Malory.

After a while, the doctor arrived, before starting the check up, Reign said goodbye to Selene and then left for a while. Although Selene is nervous, she is ready to face whatever the outcome is. _________ Harry goes through the presentation that Stepen stole from Lyon's file one by one, looking for the secret strategy that will be the plan for the development of the book publishing that they are constructing. Harry scowled. "There is still a lack of information; this is not what I need," he said flatly. Avery and Stepen were surprised by Harry's answer. "What do you mean that's not what you need?" Avery asked him.

"Opposites attract, babe." Brooklyn glanced at Harry and bit her lip. "So they say," she murmured. "Have you read anymore of the book?" Harry asked and Brooklyn thought of the book that told her all about werewolves. "A bit," she lied. She had read every single page. "A bit?" Harry said with a smirk. "Fine, all of it," Brooklyn muttered. "And?" "Why are you asking questions when you're in my head?" Brooklyn asked. "Because I'm sure it won't be long before you block me out," Harry said.

That's what Harry does to me, a single touch from him is enough to get me horny. Harley got up from the seat, moving away from the table. "I'm leaving guys" Harry shifted his attention to her "You going home?" "No" she replied curtly. Harry hung his head, his eyes full of questions. "I'm going out" She added vaguely. "OUT" Harry emphasized. "To the bookstore" Harley said, pressing her lips. "And I won't be back till around 9 or 10 pm" "Okay" He said casually. "She spends that much time in the bookstore?" I asked after Harley left.

Then I add, “But I’m not in any rush to be a grandmother.” Noah chokes on air. Emily snorts in the front seat. Raven bursts into laughter. “Trust me,” Raven says, wiping her eyes, “I’m not ready for that stage of life either.” The tension breaks. Just for a moment. Just long enough to breathe. Grace and Liam are already hauling my books into the dining room when we arrive. Stacks and stacks of them—old leather-bound grimoires, Warren family journals, spellbooks, prophecy collections, everything I’ve ever studied.

At least he didn’t actually kill me. My phone was destroyed. Screen completely gone, glass everywhere. I crawled over and picked up the broken pieces with shaking hands. Sick feeling in my stomach. “Don’t worry,” a voice said from the corner of the room. “We’ll make a hundred more.” I froze. In the darkest part of the room, where the shadows were deepest, something moved. A massive pure black wolf stepped out like he’d been part of the darkness itself. His eyes glowed faint gold. Kael.

There was a table. Books stacked on it. Not like the ones I used to see at home. These looked older. Some of them had markings on the covers I didn’t understand. I walked closer. My fingers hovered over one of them before I touched it. The cover felt rough. Worn. I opened it slowly. The pages were filled with symbols. Not letters. Not words I knew. Shapes. Lines. Things that looked like drawings but weren’t. I frowned. “What is this…?” I flipped a page.

The rest of the busy room always seemed to blur into static whenever he looked at me that way. Dangerous. Very dangerous. Harmony suddenly gasped, her fingers tightening violently around her books. "Oh my God." I shifted my stance away from her. "What now?" She pointed a rigid finger toward the heavy book still sitting on the shelf between us. "The creepy history book." I followed her gesture, my pulse quickening slightly as I read the faded gold lettering on the spine: The Founding Families of Black Hollow. Right. The entire reason I had wandered over to this dusty section in the first place.

I hated fighting with Bernardo but each time I remember what he did that made us fight this time, it just made me angrier but still I love him, and seeing a childhood photo of the both of us together with our fathers made me emotional. I couldn’t stand there looking at the same picture all day when there was so much to explore so I reluctantly walked away. “I think you guys will want to see this so come upstairs. The third room.” Harry’s voice came from upstairs, alerting us that he might have found something that would be of interest to both of us. Helaine walked out of the room that she had been in holding a book. “What’s that?” I asked her. “A children’s book.” I made an ‘oh’ with my mout