Hes Into Her Book 2 Novels & Stories

She let them be. As she went to the deeper into the library room, the more students she noticed hanging around the corner. ‘Maybe those spots are the best for reading quietly.’ She thought and continued finding that one shelf. Finding the bookshelf and pulling one of the books to read, she noticed someone— or something. To be precise, it was a picture of someone, stuck between two books and it slightly revealed itself when Hestia pulled a book. “A picture?” Hestia whispered to herself and pulled the picture. It was a picture of Freya, but much younger if compared to the pictures she received a while ago.

“Does that mean she doesn’t remember her father’s death either?” The doctor nodded. “I think it would be better if Mr. George stays by her side. After all, she is currently immersed in the joy of being proposed to.” Aunt Helena shot George a dark look, and as for George, a strange feeling rose in his chest. If her memory had stopped on the day of the proposal, that meant she didn’t know about Josie or any of the things he had done to hurt her. For a brief, shameful moment, he felt a flicker of relief. This meant she wouldn’t leave him because of it. Perhaps this was God giving him one last chance to make things right.

We already knew what we were going to do. He went to the romance and horror section and I went to the fiction and history section. We both switched all the books. So it had horror books in the romance section and had fiction in history. When we were finished I walked over to the school computer and worked my magic. Remember when I said that I was kind of smart and that I just do not feel the need to utilize my brain sometimes because I want to conserve energy to save the Earth? No? Well I just mentioned it. You are welcome.

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Chapter 1- Alsie Introduction- If you want to get better acquainted with the characters in this story I suggest you read Detective Alsie and the Triplet Alphas...the beginning I sat on the floor playing with my sons, surrounded by my mates, enjoying this small moment of peace. Knowing full well that everything in our lives, was about to change….again. Not that, that was anything new to us. If there is something we all knew about, it was adapting and pivoting quickly. However, the change coming our way was about to be one of epic proportions and one that was going to rock the werewolf and Lycan world to its foundation.

I called out her name and let out a breath as I eventually spoke up after almost an hour of not saying anything. “Yes, Emma?” she asked, her voice as soft as a mother comforting her wounded child. “I hate the Henderson’s”.

I said. Remi looked up from the screen."You want him in the room." "I want him at a table near the back," I said. "Close enough to see everything and far enough that nobody will think he matters. Remi looked at me for a long moment, and he said, "Seraphina, are you sure about this? I walked back to the table, picked up the gala invitation, held it and looked at my own name printed across the front of it. Seraphina Vaughn, not Cole, not his wife, not the woman who ironed his shirts and endured his mother's voice and carried a loss alone in a white hospital room at 3 am.

I shrugged, finding a spot to sit. I smiled, leaning my head back against the wall as I watched the two would-be priestesses shuffle through my collection of books with awe. “I haven’t even read this one! How did you get it?” Hesione asked, holding up a book. I cocked my head to see what she was referring to. “The works of Socrates?” I asked.

She turns quickly to confront the old woman, only to find the rocking chair sitting empty, gently moving back and forth as if someone had just gotten up. A chill makes its way down her spine as she lowers her hood. Her long ebony curls cascade down her back as she loosens them from the tight bun they were once confined in. "This has really given me a headache" she thinks rubbing her temples in an attempt to ease some of the discomfort. Her young face pale and pinched with pain, she once more glances around the now empty cottage before turning to leave, bringing with her the scent of incense.