Novel & Cerita Intrigued Book

I read until my eyes burned and my head ached. Nothing. Not one single record of an alpha being marked from the inside out. Not by a mate. Not by anyone. My frustration grew sharp and ugly. “That’s impossible,” I said aloud, voice echoing softly. “Something like this does not just happen without precedent.” I looked around more to see if there was something I was missing… I looked toward the inner safe and saw a book. The book did not sit with the others. It rested alone on a lower pedestal, darker than the rest, its cover smooth like stone but warm when I stepped closer. The title shimmered faintly, letters shifting until they settled.

Dan said. “Alright, Beta, we trust your judgment,” the men said and parted, and me and Dan entered inside. Just like the outside, the inside was telling too, huge and layered with books upon books. I was starting to think finding the book in particular wasn’t going to be easy. “You want to read about rogues and run patterns, right?” Beta Dan asked. “Yes, and other related things,” I added, so as not to ruin the possibility of diverging into something else later.

Charlatans! The back room was large. He searched, until he found the book, he searched for. The book was massive, covered in a thick layer of dust. The cover was locked with a handle that was shaped like a figure with elongated arms, he forced the lock. Nothing happened, he wasn't losing hope. With one movement of his hand, he removed the layer of dust.

But she liked having someone to talk to like this, even if he wasn't the slightest bit interested. He inspected the object with a curious eye, although it seemed. His mind was bored. He knew what she was going to reveal to him because it's been the same thing every patient has shown to him since it was published. He understood it was helpful and the professional and human in him, loved it brought solace to plenty. But sometimes he wished it was something new. He needs some excitement. "Lovely. I've never seen this book before. Please do tell me about..." He leaned closer to the black book and lowered his glasses so he could read the title.

Something is suspicious about this. The last time I remembered, I stumbled upon a novel. It was an ad that I accidentally clicked which leads me to read chapter one. When I glanced at the book title, I got hooked. Well, who wouldn't get hooked if the title is ‘In the name of a psychopath.’ Because of that title, I immediately got hooked and read chapter one. While reading, I seemed to stumble upon the same name as mine. However, I didn't pay attention to it since it happened sometimes and she wasn't an important character anyway.

Traveling the way she reached to the fiction section, whose pages were most worn out. “I think he mostly prefers these books to sharpen his brain.” Saying so she ran her fingers through the books but halted mid way and whispered this time. “Why am I caring what types of book he likes or not?” Standing there for a second or two, she shook her head and walked to the literature section and chose a book for herself. Settling herself by the window, she opened the book the started to read it, but in a short period of time, she felt drowsy with sleep because of the lack of habit.

He believed she must have read the book, and like the most stupid bride he knew her to be, she didn't want to be confronted with the truth that something was amiss, she also wanted any remembrance of logicality to be far away from her as far as possible. By Ignas, she was the most stupid one yet. "And my book?" He had asked in defeat. He would rather leave Ignas than have her tell the King about his presence in that study. He had gone there to find out more about the triskelion, only finding out there was a book on it there through his crocked means that had cost him a lot of coins.

During the past few days, I've spent most of my time here, and sometimes I wonder why Sylvia has instructed me not to go in. Well, today I'm not going there to read. I'm on a mission to find something. Something I don't know about. Something she's hiding or maybe another compartment in the library. I walked through the aisle quietly examining every shelf. It felt like a waste of time but to me it's a job (I've always been jobless in this house, so this is a better job). By the way, why would she ask me not to come in when she had nothing to hide?

The air smelled faintly of beeswax polish and old ink, and the only real movement in the space—besides the occasional turn of a page—was the gentle swirl of dust that danced in the light. I was supposed to be studying. The book in front of me—Runic Inflection and Spell Preservation: An Annotated History—was cracked open, the spine bowed like it had been read and re-read for decades, and still, none of it made sense. My quill lay forgotten beside it, the ink on its tip long dry, and my mind… well, my mind had wandered. But not nearly as far as Ingrid’s.

ARES Flipping to the next page was interesting. I was invested in the novel. The protagonist was crazy and it excited me. I kept itching to know what would happen next. I had made sure to ignore every call so I could finish the novel, but that didn't last for long all because of one person. Her scent flooded my thoughts the second she opened the door and it was stronger. I could swear she has gotten her wolf back. “Are you lost, sweetheart?” I asked, without taking my eyes from the book.