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Finally. She need not pretend any longer. In William’s arms was where she wanted to be. ~The End~ Look for these books in this series: Let's Fall in Love Again (book 2) Let's Create a Wonderland (book 3) Let's be Together (book 4)

"There are voices of people that linger when their lives are unjustly taken from this earth," Crystal said. "Voices of blood, and people who can't get justice for themselves. These voices belong to the souls of the dead, and the innocent. They can haunt you, torment you, and even try to kill you if they are strong enough. They are like air. They can't be seen. They can't be touched. They can be felt, but mostly through one's hearing. They glide in the air. The strong wind can stop them, and so can fire. Nature doesn't necessarily stop them, but anything too loud for you to hear them can temporarily stop them. And that is why they are called whispers.

Azalea follows and against me, my wife sighs happily. “I think if I have to read again about Corduroy losing his button, Swimmy and the school of red fish learning to overcome dangers together or Max being sent to bed without supper and traveling Where the Wild Things Are to become their king, I might be sick. Don’t we have any new books around here?”

A gentle smile from the man watching from the door. Saying nothing, she scanned the shelves. Lingered on the bone-white glow of the books. Some slender, hinting perhaps at quiet lives sharing easy stories half-told. Their slender spines dwarfed by their wider neighbors. Width, perhaps, promising more within their pages. Of louder lives teeming with breathless sagas and lessons well-learned.

“Giggles of children.” “Stop hallucinating, Zeve. I don’t hear a thing except the sound of winds, those ravens on every shattered house and the stream flowing… and of course you whispering creepily.” He said, and I shifted closer to him, walking cautiously as if a ghost might pounce out of the thickets that were on either sides of the road. Until now, I used to hear the whimpers of people. Then I heard those screeches when I touched that book and now the giggles. I thought. Wait! But Amor heard those screeches from the book, too.

she asked, her voice colored by her disappointment. "Absolutely, dear! I just finished a book I think you'll adore," Mrs. Hogan said, pointing to a part of the library Katherine hadn’t explored before—an intriguing collection of unique fantasy novels that seemed to whisper of hidden adventures. With a newfound sense of excitement, Katherine dove into the unknown. As she scanned the titles, one book caught her eye; its cover illustrated a swirling nebula, a scene reminiscent of the enchanting landscapes in "The Tides of the Myrtle." It was hefty, with a worn leather cover and a gilded spine that hinted at untold wonders. She gently pulled it off the shelf, her fingers grazing the aged paper.

And so, in the heart of their private library, amidst the whispered secrets of countless books, the Hills family found solace and joy in the most unassuming of moments—a hammock gently swaying, the magic of a story unfolding, and the bonds of love weaving a tapestry that transcended the opulence that surrounded them. Ian's voice, a melodic caress of words, wove tales of far-off lands, brave heroes, and enchanted forests. The twins, their eyes reflecting a world of imagination, giggled and cooed in response. The rhythmic sway of the hammock created a gentle lullaby that seemed to synchronize with the narrative's ebb and flow.

my wolf chimes in. “Hm, that’s true,” I admit. I quickly lose track of time as dawn approaches rapidly, unaware of the fleeting minutes passing me by while I fully submerge myself into the vast collection of stored information held within the forgotten book. I can’t help but feel a connection to those I’m reading of; an unexplainable sense of familiarity surrounding them while I study their portraits found alongside each unique memoir, an uncanny resemblance shared between them, Ash and myself.

I heard someone whispers near me, and I am a bit annoyed for I want to sleep a bit more, my head feels like it is about to split in two, especially with this annoying beeping in the back. “Well, we can’t say for sure.” How about you don’t say at all and let me sleep for God’s sake! I want to wake up and tell these two to take their discussion away from me, but I can’t, I am too tired and sleepy, and my tongue, just like my eyelids, is too heavy to move and protest! Just great! “What do you mean?”, The first voice says again, and I can’t help but find it a little, familiar? The thing is, I don’t feel like I have heard it before, it just kind of reminds me of something!

There were neat, small sticky notes poking out from almost every single chapter. I opened to the first marked page. In Maverick’s handwriting, there was a note that read: “Does page 14 mean the data moves faster if you shorten the string? Let me know if I got that right.” I stared at the note, my heart feeling so light that I felt like a teenager again. I looked up at him, completely stunned. "Maverick... did you buy a coding textbook?"