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I didn’t understand it. I waited for him in the library, absentmindedly flipping through a book that told the heroic tales of the previous Alphas of Black River that guarded their stolen land against the evil intruders, even though they started as intruders. A conqueror's tale, I snorted, slamming it shut. I wondered how many of these books actually told an unbiased account, but I doubted many, at any of the packs, did. I felt him edge closer. I could hear his soft steps on the carpet now, but still only barely.

“Are you guys ready to finally do as we were formed to do?” My eyes glared at Callighan as he lifted his head up to the sky. Once that loud howl came from him, we all prepared ourselves as the wolves charged at us altogether. All we could do was fight to our hearts desire. One charged at me and right when I thought life was over for me, the gunshots came right after him. Pow! Pow! Pow! Pow! However, those shots were not enough… -To Be Continued- The End of Book 2

While I am waiting, I pick up the book by his bedside and read the title, ‘Six of Crows’, I turn it around to read the blurb, it was about six thieves trying to pull off an impossible heist to save their country. The book seemed like a very interesting read, maybe after Blake was done with the book, I could read after him. In the meantime, I bring out my phone and I open the app I have for books. I go the book I am currently reading, it is murder mystery/ thriller, titled ‘As good as dead’ and it is very interesting and intriguing.

Money, a mere piece of paper, gave him the right to trample her dreams and dignity. Money, is needed for everything, and everywhere. If you have it, you're highly respected, if you don't, then you're destined to be subjected to never-ending humiliation. The world would be much better if the medium of exchange could be changed to love, care, and respect rather than mere pieces of paper. Half an hour later, Emma limped back to his bed, numbly—her mind was a mess. Where did she go wrong? What sin did she commit for facing such brutality of her fate?

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Surprisingly, I don't find the idea disturbing. Feeling boredom as it sets in quickly, I make my way over to the bookshelf. I start to peruse the titles and am shocked at what I find. I see the House of Night Series, The Twilight Series, Forbidden Knowledge, Harry Potter Trilogy, and various books on Military Protocols all with black covers. The books are all in good condition too. Not interested in any of the military books I reach for the first book in the House of Night Series. As I take the book over to the couch to settle in, the door swings open.

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She always stole the credit for the stories I covered or gave them to someone else, which had led to me not being promoted for three years. “Threaten you? No, that’s not a threat, I’m done! I have been tolerating your bullshit all this while, but I quit!” I said, slamming my resignation letter, which I had tucked away for a year, never believing I would actually turn in, onto her desk. It was long overdue. I wouldn’t have come to my senses about Beatrice, like every other time, if she hadn’t stolen an exclusive story I had covered. I’d been promised a promotion if I handled it myself, but she gave it to a junior, which earned her a promotion, not me.

Myrra moved ahead, her fingers running along the spines of ancient tomes. “It has to be here,” she murmured. Sienna crossed her arms. “If it’s still here. The Forgotten Hand could’ve....” “No,” Elior cut in. “They wouldn’t take it. Not if they already know what’s coming.” Myrra suddenly stopped. Her eyes widened as she pulled a leather-bound book from the shelf. The cover was worn, the edges burned from age, but the mark on it was unmistakable. The First King’s sigil.

The Family was expanding, and this upscale gentlemen's club was just one of many we had bought around the world over the last few years. Of course, normally, I wouldn’t be sent over to keep an eye on things. We had managers for that. But something was going on in London, and it made The Family nervous. So there I was and there I would stay. At least until the thief was caught and punished. If they were lucky, we would hand them over to the authorities. The Family was a law-abiding consortium after all, but I doubted it. Things would be better handled in house. Quickly and quietly like they always were. It would be better for the guilty party to hand themselves into the police. Much, much bet