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she said and my mum rushed to get the baby, from her cooing and kissing “What's in the book?“ “In my old pack we had a book, where we can connect to ancient gods and goddesses and communicate with them, and there's also one to communicate with a lost mate” “Kaelen isn't lost” “But he's not the same anymore” Louis said I sighed “When does this ever end?“ I asked She smiled softly “Where do we get the book” “It may still be in my old pack, that's if its not burned to ash already” “When can we leave"

The city beyond the alley was waking: sirens dopplering closer, helicopters thudding overhead, but here, in this crater of our making, time was a held breath, a heartbeat skipped, a promise broken. I reached for the book. The cover bit me. Not metaphor. Teeth: tiny, needle-sharp, made of red thread, sank into my fingertips, drawing blood that the leather drank like a sponge. The title flared, the letters rearranging into a new line: ALEXANDER KANE: THE FIRST BET. Elena’s gasp was a knife to my gut. “Alexander, don’t…”

After my sister-in-law Lydia had my brother Caleb's kidney removed and spent three years draining his blood, he escaped back to our hometown barely alive. He lay on a bed at the clinic, holding my hand tight as he said, "Noah, don't go after them. You can't afford to cross Lydia's family." Three days later, he died in my arms. I buried him on the hillside behind the town, under the old oak tree he had loved to climb as a child. On the seventh day after I buried him, a black Maybach stopped at the edge of town. Lydia got out with a frail man who looked like he could fall over at any time. She stood outside my house's door and looked at me. "Noah, where's your brother? Tell him to come o

His eyes darkened instantly as they raked over me—taking in the vibrating toy, the cum leaking out around it, the wrecked state of my hole. “Couldn’t even wait till tomorrow, huh?” His voice was low, dangerous, that accent that never fail to turn me on thick with lust. He stepped inside and locked the door properly behind him. “I came back for my wallet I left in the store and the spare key… but looks like I found something better.”

“Ten years ago, Leticia cut out your eye because she needed it… for this book. It’s been waiting for a guardian for almost three thousand years. Every time I get or use magic, the book would sense it and automatically update anything new to itself. Like… a self-writing encyclopedia of dark magic, I guess you could say. Leticia was doing her best to keep it safe for the first thousand years, but things became more dangerous when Christianity became accepted by humans. Pan agreed to keep it hidden if I kept him safe. I kept up my end of that deal and so did he. Now that it has a guardian, that’s why we can take it home.” “Me. I’m the guardian of your book?” He looks over my shoulder at the boo

Glints of curiosity could be seen in Amenia's eyes, probably interested in asking something but thankfully she didn't make any move to voice her questions and nodded curtly to my request as gesturing me to take a seat on the bench beside her. I claimed a seat to the opposite side of Anemia while Alex sat next to me. She moved that book to me which she was reading before. I look at her before focusing on the page opened in the book. It showed a picture of a human and some other creatures with wings attached to their backs like what I had seen in my dream. And a title printed on its top says 'The Guardians of Light and Dark'. I didn't get what her point was by showing this picture to me, so I

Guys, please read it before jumping towards the story. Book 2 of “Her Bidder,” For a better understanding, I’ll suggest reading “Her Bidder” first. This book is a stand-alone. However, few things are there whose proper detail mentioned in its 1st book.

“What the hell is Mr. Apion hiding in his workplace that needs to be guarded round the clock?” “Ancient artifacts?” “Million-dollar diamonds?” He fires a line of questions that I simply can’t answer. “Still think I’m being paranoid about them?” A sense of achievement rings in his tone. “These people are hiding something big.” “Whatever it is, we’re going to find out.” I say and look down to switch my flashlight back on. Then a realisation taps at my mind’s shoulder to remind me that I have no idea where our rooms are. And more pressingly, how to return to them.

Grimness flittered in Zain's deep amber eyes and his experssion tightened a bit . The high priest however , paid no heed to him and left with a swift stride, leaving Zain to bobble behind him in his wake . " But its impossible , that - " he lowered his voice conspiratorly " the book of tenebris , its - its lost isn't it ?" " Is it ?" Boarding the carriage said the high priest in light amusement

But I tore my attention away and checked the next on the pile. Primogentius; The creation, was slightly thicker with a picture of what I assumed was the original Primogentius and again I found myself eager to open the book and start reading. Primogentius; Requirements of a secret city apparently detailed all of the work that was required to keep the city running, the thick book was a lot less enticing, but I expected that it would answer a lot of my questions.