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“Bree, what was that?” Brianna was occupied flipping through the first book, so she didn’t answer at first. He saw her shocked expression and got by her side to check the name of the book she was reading. ‘The peacemaker fallacy: waging war as a business strategy’ Nate frowned, trying to make sense out the title. “Bree, what is it?” “Love… it’s about the Council. All of them, look.” She got a few pieces of paper that didn’t belong to any book and showed him what she saw.

Their expressions were unreadable— like always. I waited… Waited… And, waited for their decision. “We’d like to meet her.” Big James suddenly said. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- What are your opinions on this chapter? How did you like the scene in Liam’s POV? I’d really love to hear your thoughts and also see your reviews. Love ya!

But the arena they lived in had no room for blind faith. "You didn't solve my query," she stated, her voice trembling regardless of her high-quality efforts. James reached into his jacket and pulled out a small, leather-bound journal. He held it out to her, his eyes searching hers. "This is what they're after," he said. "Not you. Not me. This." Sophia took the magazine, her hands brushing towards his. The leather became worn, the pages yellowed with age. "What's in it?" she asked, her interest piqued regardless of herself.

"What do you mean?" Ryder asked Remy with a confused face. "What books?" Jasmine asked even more confused. Remy looked at Jasmine for three long seconds then with a serious expression, lied. "The Bible." Ryder suddenly felt the urge to slap a certain someone upon hearing this answer. What Bible? That list of books has crawled its way up from hell! Who writes those stuff? Where do these people get these ideas from?

Lena’s POV I din’t hear them arrive that is the part that still messes with me when I think about it later it was judta knock three soft taps on the front door like they are asking to borrow sugar. I’m in the kitchen with Keenan, chopping tomatoes badly because my hands won’t stop shaking and I keep losing my grip on the knife. He is talking about James again not in a mushy way but in that distracted thoughtful tone he gets when someone is stuck in his head. “He called the bookstore this morning,” Keenan says leaning against the counter. “Just to ask if the delivery came in.”

Much like he'd looked as he had stood on Carrie's porch watching the clouds slowly travel across the sky while calmly sipping his coffee despite the chaos going on around him. Ben returned carrying a load of books in his arms. He heaved the heavy books onto the table before me. I looked down and was surprised at what I saw there. I didn’t know what I had expected. With all that had happened, I had envisioned fantasies of witchcraft, vampirism, mutants, and numerous other explanations involving mythological figures but this I hadn’t anticipated. At the very top of the considerable pile of books lay the King James Bible. “Just the tip of the iceberg, baby.” Richard said as he looked at me and

“But I don’t think a fucking book is gonna do it, my guy.” I rolled my eyes and shoved the book back onto the shelf with a heavy thud, ignoring the second annoyed look from the librarian. “Why are you even here?” I asked, turning to face him finally. “Aren’t you allergic to silence and learning?” James grinned. “I'm picking up something for my psych class. Professor Larson’s making us read some Freud bullshit.” I blinked. “You’re taking psych?” “Yeah. Girls dig guys who act like they understand emotions.” He gave me a wink.

-It wouldn't be the first time that I saw a naked woman and I guarantee you that I wouldn't see anything new. -Is this serious? -Really? I would give you a coin if I saw something new. -Screw you! -I would, but I think I should help you up. If you ask for help, of course. -I won't ask for anything. - Great, then stay there. James started to leave and Esmeralda saw that he was serious. She had already been lying on that hard floor for a long time. -Wait! - James waited - Can you help me?

James Andrew was in his house,reading an article in the newspaper about unemployed graduates and blaming the government for their incapability to solve the problem. He felt for them. His brothers arrived as he was about to rise up and go inside. They exchanged pleasantries and he offered them seats and entertained them. "Happy weekend, brothers. How are you doing? Your wives and children?" James asked his brothers. "James you know I dislike many questions. One at a time," Paul Andrew said.