Novel & Cerita Looking For Alaska Quotes With Page Numbers

It must've been sitting here for God knows how long. My eyes roll down the scribbles of letters, words and drown in them quickly. The words looked like they were handwritten with a quill. The cursive was beautiful. I skimmed my finger down the rough paper touching the dried ink that had been written down the table of contents. 1. The Full Moon........... page 1 2. An Alpha..................... page 22 3. A Beta.......................... page 44 4. A Gamma...................... page 69 5. An Omega...................... page 88

] My breath hitched. [Signed by Alpha Gregory Blackwell.] My eyes scanned lower. [And the second witness...] I quickly grabbed the following paper to see the name, but the page number glared at me: 21. The one I was reading was 19. There should be a page 20. I quickly shuffled through the rest of the stack, my hands shaking. There was no page 20. Not only that, there were a few other numbers missing as well. Clutching page 19, I quickly stood up.

Whiskey. I knelt down on the ground and laid the two halves together. I opened them both back up to the page that I was last reading, and tried to line them up so that I could see the handwritten words. I really shredded the damned thing. Once I got past the section that had been torn, and down to the bottom end of the page, I could see more clearly. All that I could make out on the last page, was that the she-wolf had escaped custody. The Alpha was distraught over the death of his family. He asked that the Primordial Alpha take her down, and make her pay? It’s hard to tell through the crumpled pages.

Casper ran to him and peered over his shoulders. It was a journal of an Alpha Tate from 1959. And on the right page were scrawled the following words: "On this day, 12th of June 1959. three wolves found dead at border. Beaten and butchered. One with a tattoo. Crescent with a circle around it."

This was it—the answers she had been looking for. She only had to flip to page five hundred and thirty-nine, and she would get her answers. Her fingers shook as she flipped through the pages, reciting the page number like a mantra. Her heartbeat was increasing with every breath she took. Until she got to the page…

I whisper as I place the black case on my lap and flip it open to reveal a series of scalpels, needles and even a few pills that no one in their right mind would take. "Alaska", Octavia whispers; she coughs, making her entire body shake and rattle. I have to fight the shiver that rolls down my spine. One word and I’m instantly thrown back to the two girls sitting under a blanket and making plans for a future that will never happen.

He tilted it toward the light entering through the window. Faint indentations appeared. Not drawings. Writing. Someone had written on the page above and torn it away. Alex reached into his pocket. "What are you looking for?" Alison asked. "A pencil." She handed him one. Instead of writing... Alex gently shaded across the page. Slowly... Letters emerged. Bethwel leaned closer. "Indented writing." Alex continued shading until the message became readable. It wasn't complete. Only three words. ...bridge... ...red truck... ...dog...

She watched as Zayne flipped opened pages. “You need to read this” zayne handed her the book with a page wide opened. Even though Quinn was scared, she took the book from Zayne. Her eyes popped out on seeing the heading on the page that was open, “GREY WOLVES WITH BLACK DOTS” And curiously, her eyes roamed the content of the page. Zayne watched as her eyes moved quickly on the book. He wasn’t hearing any word from her, but he knew she was reading it in her heart as her lips moved slowly without a word.

Alaska POV I am cold, so very freezing cold. I feel something damp beneath. Is it water or what? I cannot tell. The room is dark, and I can hear something that sounds like drip drip drip, definitely water. I hear footsteps coming my way and talking. The voice, it is familiar. It is Alpha Larringer, maybe. The dark creeks and then opens. A small light comes into the room, and I see him. It is Alpha Larringer. "Hello, Alaska," Alpha Larringer says. He is smiling and looking more devious than usual.

She hopped she could still keep the two but knew it was most likely she would have to desert the little red wagon. Alaska whimpered a short distance away causing Anya to jump to her feet. What shocked her was how well she was able to. She figured her knees would cripple but they didn’t. She pushed it to the back of her mind as she looked around for her fluff ball. Alaska had caught sound of a fox, whom in turned though she was breakfast. The fox got her good in the Pat causing Alaska to yelp and get her mommies attention.