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"When I handed Jil over to you, you promised to love and protect her. Have you forgotten? Only a few years in, and this is what we get! We may be old, but we're not dead!" Harvey dared not cry out in pain and only grunted softly every time the spatula struck. He wanted to explain himself, only to open his mouth and close it again. "Just go. We don't want you getting hurt and blaming it on us later." Holding the spatula, Dad was about to close the door when Harvey, who had stayed silent the whole time, lunged forward and jammed his hand in the frame. "Please, let me talk to Jilian. I have something to tell her. I know that I've messed up, and I'm here to make things right. Please let me talk

I love you! Dear reader, my name is Jennifer, and I genuinely hope you enjoy this book as much as I’ve enjoyed writing it. Don’t forget to like, add to your library, and leave a comment to share your thoughts. Your feedback means the world to me. Happy reading! --------------------------------------- 10:45 pm, Friday. Her heart thumping hard, her palms glistening wet, warm tears streaking her cheeks, 13-year-old Callie drew her knees to her chest as she heard her most dreaded footsteps approach nearer.

The floor was sparkly and the books were neatly arranged, but I could feel the dust beneath the shelf as I ran my right hand on the smooth wood. Twice in a day. Same straightforward question, the same tight-lipped response. Like Camille, had something sinister happened to the rest of the family? Was Salvatore… dead?. Why won't anyone tell me anything? What was the family hiding?! I swept through the books, not the new ones, but the old ones kept away on a special-looking shelf. Most of them were about the Axtons, history, journals, and keep stakes from their previous lives in the mafia world. I read a few pages from one of the books and my wonderment went up a notch.

“They destroyed everything else. This is it. Whatever this is, Ursa’s going to need to be one hell of a storyteller.” Aisha looked down at the book, a suffocating feeling creeping up her lungs. But not for herself.

Jia's POV My brain was working faster than my mouth. Liam was standing in that doorway with suspicion written all over his face and I had exactly two seconds to make this look normal. "I was looking for the medical liability report Marcus mentioned at dinner last week," I said, holding up the random book in my hand like it was proof. "He said it was somewhere on these shelves. I wanted to review it before my meeting with the hospital board tomorrow." My voice came out smoother than I expected. Calm. Casual. Like I had rehearsed the lie a hundred times even though I had pulled it straight out of thin air.

“Let me guess. You got too comfortable sharing a bed with someone who didn’t keep your secrets. They found out about the book, burned it, and now you’re on the brink of impeachment. Did I cover everything?” “I’ll never get used to that freaky thing you do,” she murmured, moving toward a nearby table. There, a bottle of red wine and a single glass waited—remarkably pristine in this bleak environment. She poured the glass to the brim, then met his gaze. “So, now what?” “Everything leading up to them seizing the book is correct. But the part after that? A blatant lie. I anticipated this. The real continuation is on the counter,” he said, voice distant, as though he were bored with the confessio

It was better to go vague with the situation, because the less I spoke, the less there would be holes in my story. “Like in the case of amnesia? Or in the case of: ‘there are too many people in my life for me to remember the life story of one more insignificant person’?” -What should I answer? What answer would be more…less… what seemed closer to the truth?- What the hell was the truth anyway? I was so sexually dissatisfied that I woke up in a book?? -Even I wouldn’t buy that! Still, I should stick within the confines of her choices, particularly the latter assumption. She already had a negative view of me. So what would be one more log to the fire?-

People like him , who were monsters behind closed doors, always wanted to pretend to be saints in front of people. He cleared his throat and tried to look composed, "Last night at the party someone attacked me when I was looking for restroom". George said trying to dismiss this converstaion clearly lying about him trying to find restroom. It was fascinating to Sia how people like George could lie looking directly in someone's eyes, but she can't say much about it as she was not any better than those people. Everyone looked quite shocked after hearing that someone attacked George. Louis didn't want to look up and see George as he knew, he won't be able to control himself. So, he was playing w

Confused by how did she tell a lie. "No, I'll prove it to you!" Then she runs back. One moment later, she came back while holding a book. "Here." She gave it to him. Ah! When he opened the book. He looked like he saw a ghost. "This means... I am a fiction?" "But why? Why does God play us! I suffered too much! I left you! I fought Jin! We and this God played before our lives?" Now he knows. The truth! He never believed it. Yet, upon that book, all of the truths was written there. Private or personal that book told them—

Then what made him stand up for her? Was he affected by mate bond? “But how did you find your books? They had masked their scent, hadn’t they?” Tobey Gilbert asked in confusion. ‘If I would say that I could sense HIM, then they might use me to get him.’ Liara thought, and no matter what, she couldn’t reveal this to them. She hated to admit it, but she couldn’t see him in pain or worst, even though he and his friend had killed two pack members. “From the smell of my books, I was able to find the boxes of books that were in the middle of the forest.” She half lied. Not just the smell of the books but also HIS smell led her near them. Both Alpha and Beta looked at her in shock.