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Then, I lay beside him once he was fully settled and comfortable. “Mommy, tell me a bedtime story,” “Now?” “Yes. It will help me sleep faster. Also, nobody has told me bedtime stories since you left…” ‘since I left to prison…’ I wanted to say it out loud but I didn’t. The tears I’d been holding accidentally fell out of my eye, and I sniffed discreetly. “Of course.” I cleared my throat and began. “Story, story, story time. There was a far, far away land, and a King ruled a nation known as Anthill, filled with so many people who called themselves Anthillians.”

End of book1 Book2 coming soon... Next story is ALDULPHUS And The PRINCESS. If you've read it before, kindly skip. Thanks for reading this far.

Hello, lovely doves. Yes, we have come to the end of the story. To answer some of your questions, there won't be another book about the lives of the Everest grandchildren, not right now at least. If the story fits later, we might consider it, but for now, we are onto the next story. Here's a sneak peek into our new story: "Missing Luna: She is Mine." EXCERPT

Crimson collected the book from her hand. "Your hands not reaching your ears means that you are still very young and not allowed to start reading love stories so from now you are only allowed to read books like Cinderella, frozen, Moana, Alex in the Wonderland and other Disney stories apart from that, no William Shakespeare books until your hands can reach your ears okay." Crimson said. "But why? I don't want to read that, they are so boring." Pearl pouted.

"A world that exists only inside someone's imagination." His smile softened. "And therefore exists everywhere." She looked up. "You really believe that." "I do." He gently took the book back before sliding it into its rightful place. "We once travelled further than most people now remember." He wandered slowly along the shelves. "Our storytellers returned with tales from kingdoms beyond Hell, from deserts where the sand sang beneath the moon, forests whose trees grew taller than mountains, oceans so vast an entire lifetime could pass without finding the opposite shore." His hand moved to another shelf.

Thane initially raised eyebrows but decided to let River be, as long as she did not disturb him. During another visit to the library, River gathered all the books that caught her interest, her arms cradling them like precious treasures, and returned to her room. She dove into the stories, devouring every word, every sentence. Hours melted away, the fire crackling, and the moon rising high in the night sky. As she read, inspiration stirred within River. Alero's courage, Kaid's resilience, and the other stories merged into a symphony of hope. Her heart swelled, filling with a newfound sense of purpose. She knew that these great stories were what Thane needed to cure his mind.

I wasn’t even sure if he’d gotten everything settled with his frat brothers when he drove me to the airport in the morning. I tried to let those thoughts fade away while on my flight home. I put in my earbuds and decided to listen to one of the smutty werewolf audio books Hana has gotten me hooked on, Alpha Gray by CJ Primer, with Theo and Maddie as narrators. The book is HOT, and Theo’s voice… yeah, it makes for an enjoyable two-and-a-half-hour flight. I love how he changes his voice when speaking for each Alpha. Hana told me they’ve done the narration for the rest of the series, and I can’t wait to listen.

Liberty gives each of her mates a teasing look of derision, playing the part of a mother excusing the bad behaviour of her children. “The fault is mine. Tell me, how is it that you are aware of my kind and our abilities?” my open question is primarily to see how much they know, the distraction it offers is a happy coincidence . Liberty spends the walk filling me in on the emergence of her gift, the arrival of her Aunt and Alpha Zander’s discovery of the chronicles. She referred to them as books, which is obviously what they are, but among the respective communities each book is about, they are commonly known as ‘The chronicles’. She starts her story when she came to Pine Lake, I don’t ask an

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“Move on. She’s not here.” We waited until we were sure they were gone. “I like books,” I told him quietly. “Books?” Aien raised an eyebrow. “That’s a rather wide subject.” “I like stories,” I blushed. “I like learning about the past, reading the stories of other people’s lives and adventures. In Uyan Taesil, there is a library so very full of books that I feel I could read every day for the remainder of my life and never reach the end of them. That seems like a great shame, don’t you think? That there are stories right there on the shelves, on that parchment, that I will never know, and that, perhaps, no one else will either, for I’m quite certain that, other than my father, no one ever goe