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“The crisis is over. Mama has fixed it!” “I had it under control!” Harrison whined. “You absolutely did not. You were watching them burn with a spatula in your hand like you’d never seen an egg before in your life.” “I’ve cooked eggs thousands of—” “Name one time. One single time you successfully cooked eggs.” Harrison opened his mouth. Closed it. “Exactly,” Chloe said triumphantly. Lucas was at the table. He hadn’t looked up from his book—a hardcover about deep-sea creatures that he’d been reading for three days, the spine already cracked from the number of times he’d pressed it flat to study the illustrations.

muttered Sumico excitedly. Sumico went on taking a look at Hanny’s other romance novels one by one until she reached a book – not a novel, but it got the similar size with a novel. The title was tickling, somewhat queer, strange, and scary. Sumico turned the book back to read the synopsis for a while.

Every day Aki practiced sliding down Shun’s side to shield herself from imagined enemy fire while simultaneously holding her bow under the horse’s chin and returning fire, all at full gallop. Hippocamps, however, were a completely different breed of horses. The name meant “sea horse” but they were more kin to reptiles. One specimen floated by the dock of Pukkitunturri after the blue Slayer Aleksandr, also known as Sasha, blew a conch-shell horn to make a long, eerie and rumbly call. Even with most of its body submerged and only its neck sticking out of the water, the hippocamp dwarfed Sasha and the rest of the crowd gathered on the small dock carrying sputtering torches and powdered with sno

Cedric exclaimed. Indrick read about a pirate named Welton ‘The Sour’ Xix, who sounded like a real asshole. Oz read about Bromley ‘Deranged’ Twyllem who clearly had a screw loose. Balkin excitedly told the tale of Rayburn ‘Plankton’ Vossler who was known for eating a lot of seaweed.

Because like any other small town, the gossip was inevitable since there was only so much that you can do in the peaceful little seaside town. Less than an hour later they were done with shopping at Novelty, Hazel picked two picture books with princess-themed stories, Gage got himself some thriller and mysteries books, while Bree was true to her words when she picked out some steamy books with BDSM plots all twisted into a mini series, yup, she didn't just get one. She put three in their basket. Gage raised his brow when he saw it, but Bree smiled sweetly at Gage which then made the young man at the register quickly scanned the barcode so he can put the smut books into the bag. The lanky tee

I can’t do that. As I read, I search for alternative ways to break the curse and rid the magic of its toxic effects. Leaning in closer, I notice a small asterisk leading me to a footnote at the bottom of the page. Relief floods through me as I absorb the words. This could be the solution we’ve been seeking. It may even surpass the effectiveness of all those sacrifices and gruesome rituals. “Have you found something, girl?” Hilda interrupts, yanking me out of my book-induced trance. A smile graces my face as I respond, “Please don’t smudge your face on my books.” Hilda seems exceptionally grumpy today, but I choose to overlook her attitude – it’s just how she is. Instead, I hand her the book

After a good meal in the kitchen, it slipped upstairs and entered Hilda's study. "You naughty puppy. You're here again!" exclaimed Hilda. When she saw the dog coming in, she opened her snack drawer and took out some treats for him. Hilda kept a drawer of snacks in her study since she liked to nibble on something while she worked. There was beef jerky, pork chop, as well as a little yellow book hidden in her collection. Nathan occasionally dropped by to watch over her as she worked. If he were to find out about this book, she would be doomed! However, he did not usually open her snack drawer, so she put the little yellow book in it with confidence After feeding some beef jerky to the dog, she

While the two of them were discussing my life, I started to have arrangements in my head and the name I saw was: "PACULAR SPARKER" The atmosphere in the room began to change, there seemed to be a cold air flowing through the books placed in the room, the wind began to blow strongly, and from the far corner of the room, a flying book appeared. up. It slowly lifted itself off the bookshelf and quickly flew towards us. Aubrey jumped up to catch the book that was rushing towards him, he looked at me with confused eyes but maybe he didn't want to ask, he wanted me to say it myself. I smile wryly, I wish I could say what I know but my memories are so jumbled that it wasn't clear the day before I w

"Your leg hasn't even healed, and you're already thinking of others. How thoughtful." I glanced at the table. There were shrimp, crab, and scallops. Every single dish contained seafood that would give me a severe allergic reaction. A memory tore open like a wound. When I was ten years old, Claire secretly chopped up shrimp meat and mixed it into ravioli filling. After I ate it, my whole body swelled up, and I could barely breathe, nearly going into shock. Claire had laughed hysterically outside the emergency room. "Look at how ugly she looks! She's even uglier than before!"

And mind you, I never get panicky over trivial things. Why is he acting so strange? Earlier too, he seemed to be so distracted that he bit his own lip. I wonder what was on his mind? Is he going through something that he doesn't want to tell us again? Ugh. This guy! I told him so many times that he could rely on us. His breathing became hoarse, and his glances became frequent. Then he spoke: "Y-Your scent..." he starts. "...it's..." I sniff my crimson cloak as well as my sleeves. "What? Is something wrong with it?"