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I go to the library where I see Abner Brooks. “Ahh, young Morgan, I’m not surprised to see you here.” He gives me a genuine smile. “I came to look for books on word alchemy, I’m not sure what or if they have any here.” “They do,” He bobs his head in thought, “Not a whole ton but Bear Clans are very spiritual and keep many records of Witch Alchemy.” He leads me to a section in the back and shows me a bookshelf of old and dusty books that look like they haven’t been touched in centuries. If at all. “Knock yourself out, let me know if I can be of any help.”

I managed to break a bit to the surface even though I came from a poor family. ~~~~~~~~~ Miyuki put down the pen and closed the diary, then hiding it in the lockable drawer, locked with a key she always had with her, hung on a silver chain, right next to the cross with Jesus and the medallion with the image of the Virgin Mary. She put the candle, which had been standing on the desk so far, on the bedside table. Out of a childhood habit, Miyuki used candles to save electricity, and besides, she always associated candlelight with safety. Miyuki had left it lit overnight, because she still couldn't fall asleep in complete darkness, especially now that grandma died and she was completely alone i

"I love chocolate." After finishing the chocolate cupcakes, Amanda led James upstairs to his bedroom, which was at the far end of the corridor opposite Kevin and Emma's master bedroom, while Emma went to check on Ivy after learning the little girl had been looking for her since morning. Emma entered Ivy's room and found her sleeping soundly but her storybooks still lay on the duvet. Emma tucked Ivy into the blanket and kissed her on the cheek. Her heart brimmed with love and tenderness as she watched the little girl drift off to dreamland. She took Ivy's favorite storybook, The Sleeping Beauty, from her hands and placed it on the table beside the bed, thinking her obsession with fairy tales

She stepped inside, the scent of old books and mildew wrapping around her like bad memories. The place was as quiet as a wault, with rows of bookshelves stretching into the distance. A few scattered tables sat under flickering fluorescent lights, and the dust in the air felt thick enough to choke on. Leila found the history section and grabbed the book Tom had mentioned. Eduard Yellen’s "masterpiece" on German aristocracy and their ties to ancient power. It was thick, the kind of book that could double as a doorstop or a weapon, depending on circumstances. She flipped through the pages, her eyes scanning the boring content, but she wasn’t really reading. Her mind was elsewhere, piecing toget

A Dark Fantasy Romance Unholy Hunger ✦ Some loves are not forbidden by men. They are forbidden by gods. •••••• × •••••• × •••••• × •••••• × •••••• × •••••• × •••••• Before Time Learned to Count •••••• × •••••• × •••••• × •••••• × •••••• × •••••• × ••••••

Authors pov “Alpha,” Tim, the spy, started off unsure. “I found Hazel. But… the answer you are not going to like.” Ryder’s heart stopped for a second but he stayed calm. “Where is she?” he asked with immediate need in his voice. Tim hesitated, looking at the floor then back up at Ryder. “She… she’s in the Red Moon pack.”

- she explained before moving on to the next person. Meredith walked over to a group of girls, consisting of two blondes, a dark-haired girl, a brunette, and one whose hair could be described as copper in color, because it wasn't red or blonde, but something in between. - Here...- aunt pointed to the red-haired one first.-... is Alice. She is the youngest of us, only one hundred and fifty years old and, like your mother, can read minds.- after these words, the girl smiled at Selene very warmly and threw herself on her neck, hugging slightly.

Hey beautiful people, Just a warning. This book is an erotica, which means 18+, so if you are uncomfortable with sex and adult shit, please don’t read my books. But if you are a nymphomaniac like me, go ahead ;) Also guys, for the better understanding of the stories, I’d also like to give you the order in which the books should be read: 1)Nathaniel Lachlan 2)Aaron Riverwood 3)Landon Chambers 4) Emily Warner

and she carried those scars quietly beneath the surface. Whatever Makayla was hiding had cost her deeply, and I couldn’t shake the feeling that before this storm passed, I’d learn exactly what secrets haunted her. The quiet settled around us, broken only by the soft hiss of burning logs and Pockets’ steady breathing beside me. Makayla’s silence lingered, heavier now after my gentle prodding. Her eyes dropped to the mug cradled in her hands, fingers curling tighter around the warm ceramic as if seeking comfort or courage. It was clear my subtle attempts to draw her out weren’t working; if anything, she seemed to withdraw further into herself.