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Therefore, Miguel believed that the second option must be true, and it gave him hope that if they could get hold of this book, the spell it contained would surely help them contact Nadir in the Underworld and get the message across. - We have to find this book, at all costs.- Miguel was talking to himself as he searched the internet for places selling old books, especially on the subject of magic or esotericism. And he really did thought so - for Miguel was ready to get rid of all his savings, if only to get his hands on the book. Additionally, Nadir left behind not only her belongings and clothes, but also quite a lot of money earned while working at the bar. As it was all cash, Miguel gave

For now, she didn't even want to wonder what would happen if aunt Margareth finds out about her feelings. Selene stretched first, then slowly dragged herself off the bed, her eyes immediately fixed on the Book of Magic that was lying down on the desk, the one she had gotten from aunt Meredith yesterday. Selene took it gently in her hands and sat on the edge of the bed, setting the bulky volume on her lap, and flipped through the book several times. Afer the fourth time she stopped at a page that showed a portrait of a man with ebony, half-length hair, in a long black coat... The face itself seemed familiar at once, but when Selene saw his eyes - dark and captivating like two black holes, she

Linda… She was here. Dressed in something subtle yet expensive, standing near the far end of the room, blending in just enough to avoid immediate suspicion. But it was her. I knew it in the way she held herself—the poised elegance, the calculating gaze, the shadow of a woman who hadn’t disappeared. She had survived. And she wasn’t running anymore. She was watching. Waiting. Planning. My breath caught, my fingers tightening against my gown as a chill slid down my spine. Linda Blackwood was supposed to be gone.

She would then drop the book and faced him. But now even if he walked into her ward she would have her eyes focused on the book she was reading and blatantly ignore him. “What are you doing here?” Linda was heading into the room with a lunch box. Wesley turned to her, taking his gaze off the window. “I wanted to know if she was fine.” He bowed at her. Linda had her eyes over his body. “You can see that, so leave.” She replied coldly to him. She wanted him to get out of their lives.

I opened a new document and started typing notes, compiling everything I had gathered so far. Then I moved to the next file. *Linda Hartwell. Former Executive Assistant to Vincent Rossi, in 2018. No current employment. No social media presence.* Linda was interesting, more interesting than Sarah, maybe. An executive assistant to Vincent Rossi would have seen everything, she would have known about the meetings, the phone calls, the deals that never made it to the public record. And she'd disappeared completely. No trace of her anywhere online. A week had passed, and I still didn’t have anything substantial. My articles had mostly focused on Mason’s championship run, but that wasn’t enough any

I'd taken that figurine from my study and planted it in the guest room earlier, while Linda and Casey were busy toasting each other. Linda hadn't just found it. She'd photographed it and posted it in the group. I opened my phone and saw the latest reply. [OP LLLIN: Found it! Turns out she's actually a pretty famous author! Ha—she NEVER bragged about being this big!] [FFFYEP: Move fast! Check her novels, see what we can use!] A few minutes later, Linda updated again, practically vibrating with glee. [OP LLLIN: Got it! She's got this thriller from a few years back where the main character takes revenge for a girl who jumped to her death. The MC steals corporate secrets and basically destroys t

CHAPTER SIXTEEN: Linda’s Abduction When Linda Childers heard the ding of the microwave, she carefully placed a bookmark in the Ruth Ware paperback she was reading and got up from the cushy recliner, leaving the book on the end table. In the kitchen she took her Banquet meal out of the microwave, sitting it on the counter to cool for a few minutes, while she made herself a cup of herbal tea. She placed the meal and her teacup on a tray and carried it all back to the living room. Settling on the sofa, she placed the tray on the coffee table in front of her. She turned on the television and found a rerun of Murder She Wrote and began to have supper.

She was obviously starstruck, and it was honestly a little bit funny to watch. “Oh, I’m just finishing up Clan of Ash,” Linda responded, casually brushing a strand of hair from her face. “You know, no big deal. It’s just the book everyone’s dying to read.” Her smile widened just a bit, but it wasn’t a bragging smile. It was more like an inside joke shared between her and the universe. Meanwhile, I was burning with jealousy. How did she do it? How had she managed to effortlessly take all the attention from me, the woman whose marriage was supposed to have made me the crown jewel of the Dobre family? Was I really that forgettable?

I make her look into my eyes, forcing her to see me. "Of course it matters. Where the fuck did you get that book from?" "In here," she says defiantly. “I found it in here.” I shake my head slowly. “That’s not possible, Lana. It can’t be.” I remember Linda telling me about the book, about how much she loved it, about how she couldn't wait to finish it. "Why not?” she challenges softly, “it’s just a book." “No, it’s not just any book. Linda used to read it. I made sure all her belongings were cleared from this secret mansion. There’s no way her book is here.”

Another grab for the book and some food, then I crossed my legs and opened my reading books while I ate my sandwich heartily. "Are you reading that ham again?" I felt Wynn's gaze more than I saw him. "It can't be that interesting." But she could only say that because she didn't read anything but mindless teen magazines. "I am learning. Give it a try, it's good for your future. "