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It was at the playground, when she’d come to pick up Lisa–the extra cute little girl I’d instantly fallen in love with the moment I laid eyes on her. “Of course I do. How‘s little Lisa?” “She’s good. And she won’t stop talking about you.” “She’s a nice kid.” I admitted, “She is,” Rose agreed, before her gaze shifted to the book in my hands. “Interesting selection,” she commented, with a small smile and I looked down at the book I'd picked. ‘Beginners Guide; How to Ruin a Man in Bed.’ Out of all the books in the library, I just had to pick this one. Heat rose to my cheeks—good thing it was hidden beneath the curtain of my hair.

His other hand stayed locked at her waist, keeping her pinned exactly where he wanted her. Larissa’s lips parted on a shaky exhale. The room still spun in lazy, drunken circles, but his voice was low and rough, nothing like Finn’s. She didn’t want to know if it wasn’t Finn, she just wanted the fantasy to hold just a little longer. “Please…”

Lillee's frown turned ugly, she had said earlier that she was a big fan of White Tigress, won't it be a huge slap on her face if she turned back to pick up the book? Lillee's eyes met with Tinsley's lips that curved up sinisterly as if she was mocking Lillee. Lillee was filled with anger and she turned toward Jarek as if to complain that she was being bullied by Tinsley but she froze when Jarek leaned toward Tinsley's side and whispered something to her ear which made Tinsley laugh. They have such… Lilee's eyes reddened in fury. What the hell did Tinsley do in seven years that made her a bestseller writer and made her have a close relationship with Jarek?

The sheet given to him by the woman sitting near the bookcase-which seemed to be her favorite spot-only gave him a small smile. "I fill the time by reading this." Lily pointed at the book that was her companion right now. A bright orange cover book with black ink on the title, by Mark Manson. "Thank you for letting me read it." "If you like it, feel free to read it all the way through." Lily's eyes lit up slightly at that. "Thank you for the offer." "I have read the report. But I also want to hear you tell your story. Can you?" Lily considered for a moment but the corners of her lips tugged slightly. She nodded in response and began to recount all the little girl's activities without excepti

"This one but I didn't liked it, do you have any thriller or action genre..." Lilly saw the book she was pointing and it was her favourite love story, she couldn't believe that Rose did not liked such a beautiful love story... "This is my favourite love story Rose how can you not like it" Lilly asked amused, Rose just shrugged.... "Ok I get it you are not a lovey dovey person, I have some books which you might like, come I'll show you..." Lilly said dragging her towards another room and gave her the books... "Thank you..."

“I… don’t know. She was always so private about her stuff. Even when I asked to borrow her notes, she would rather send them than give me access to her screen.” Lily sighed. “Nothing at all? Maybe a hint? A nickname, a favorite number? A pet's name?” “She didn’t have pets. But…” Cassidy bit her lip. “She was weirdly obsessed with that old book series… you know, the one about the warrior wolves? Moonshade Pack Chronicles, I think?” Lily perked up. “Yeah! She used to talk about it all the time.” “Sorry I can’t help more.” “No—it’s okay,” Lily said, her smile fading. “Thanks for trying.”

My story draft — my story is in her hands, bent and creased at the edges like a used tissue. “Elise,” I say, stepping in, calm but cold. “That’s private.” She smirks. “Relax. It was lying right there on the desk. And trust me, it's not like it’s worth stealing. I’ve read better plots on cereal boxes.” I raise a brow, walking toward her slowly. “Strange. You read it long enough to criticize every detail, yet you're still sitting there flipping through it like it’s a page-turner.” Her smile falters just a little.

I tell him. A look of uneasiness passes over his face, “who told you the stories? Where did you hear them?” “I read them,” I say honestly. “What book did you read them?” Bill asks in a rush. “It’s in texts and scrolls.” Taking a deep breath, I ask, “How did your mother know about Lyse?”

It felt like progress, like actively doing something instead of just reacting to problems. At the library, Isabella checked out every book Dr. Chen had recommended. Stories about single mothers and daughters. Books showing different family structures. Age-appropriate stories about dealing with big feelings. That evening, she read one to Lily before bed. It was about a little bear being raised by just her mama bear, finding joy and adventure despite missing her papa bear. "Is that like us?" Lily asked when Isabella finished. "A little bit. We're our own kind of family. Just you and me and all the people who love us."

Lilly Two days after the attempted kidnapping I’m sitting up and bed with Neil and Dez by my side. I know someone from the club is here but Dez won’t let him in. I don’t want the club near me. All three of my doctors are here. “ Alright give it to me,” I say to them. “ We have some good and bad news. Which one do you want?” asks Ryans. I’m getting really good at telling voices apart. “ Let’s get the bad news first today,” I say reaching for Neil’s hand. I get the feeling I’m going to need it. “ Lilly, all your tests are in. I am afraid the damage to your eyes is permanent.” my optometrist Dr. Rodgers says. It's easy to pick her out. She is the only woman out of my doctors. “ So, I’ll never b