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The weather has matched his mood perfectly for twenty-three days now. Twenty-three days. Twenty-three days since Flora's demise. Twenty-three days of this purgatory, watching her breathe but not live. "I brought you a good book you are gonna like," Lucas says, reaching into his messenger bag. He pulls out a dog-eared copy of *Pride and Prejudice*, its spine cracked from frequent reading. "I thought I might read to you again today. The nurses say that's good—that you might be able to hear me." He opens to where the bookmark indicates his progress and clears his throat.

"Thank you." Next came Marcus's gift.The room became unusually quiet as Lily opened the large box.Inside were dozens of children's books.Storybooks,picture books,science books.Books about stars, oceans, animals, history, and imagination.There was even a small wooden bookshelf Marcus had built himself. Lily smiled warmly."I should have known."Marcus adjusted his glasses."Reading encourages curiosity."Jesse leaned toward Daniel and whispered loudly enough for everyone to hear,"The baby's library is already bigger than ours."Marcus nodded proudly."I planned ahead."Everyone laughed again.

I'll be at my desk, she said, and made her way to leave, but Lena stopped her. Why don't we go out for a drink after our shift? There's this new club in town. It's a BDSM club. I went last weekend, and it was a blast. It might be exactly what you need to lift your spirits. Lena offered with a mischievous smile. Amara sighed and nodded. She needed a distraction, and Lena's suggestion seemed like the best option. Great, I promise you'll love it. Lena assured her with a comforting smile, and Amara managed a nod before walking out of the restroom. After her shift, Amara met Lena in the parking lot.

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she said, smiling happily at the thought of their first grandchild. “Hopefully, ma. By the way, I’m here to get my books.” “The ones by Jakara Blue? Yes, it’s on the bookshelf in your room.” Later in my room, I indeed saw about ten books by Jakara Blue that were arranged neatly on a shelf. I picked one of them and traced the embossed author’s name with my finger. This explained why I used the name Jakara Blue as my new name in Japan. It must be because I was an avid reader of Jakara Blue’s books. Remembering about my purpose in coming here, I started opening the folders that were arranged on another corner of the shelf. I had the habit of placing important documents in a folder.

Alissa stared up, she thought she could make out books but she couldn't be sure. Luca dialled and someone answered almost immediately. Alissa climbed the small stone steps as he spoke to Blake. She looked at what were indeed books, large leather volumes sat within the walls. Alissa pulled one out and her suspicions were correct. They were the McBayn's pack history, she opened the one she had in her hand before Luca called up to her. “Everyone's fine, come on better go.” She huffed but put the book back.

The book was a library hardback with a great white shark on the cover, opened to a page that was almost entirely photographed. “Lucas.” “This one is ten tonnes,” he said, without looking up. “It says ten. They thought it was too big to be real so they measured it twice.” “Lunch box.” “Yeah.” “Now.” “Just—” “Now, Lucas. The bus is in nine minutes.” He closed the book with his thumb marking the page, got up off the floor, opened his backpack on the counter, and started digging. Chloe came down the stairs behind me with one sock on and an opinion already forming.

She gasped. “Wait—this isn’t a lineage book,” she said. “It’s... oh goddess, Kayla—look.” I turned toward her. She held up a thick black leather-bound book. Gold lettering had long since faded, but one sentence remained etched across the front: My secret thoughts. I couldn't see the Authors name though. Just the title. “Is that a diary?” I whispered. “Looks like it.” "Belonging to who?" I asked but Ingrid shook her head.

I polished the silver candle holders, straightened the heavy bedding, and wiped down his desk. As I worked, old rumors about Lord Edmund Blackwood filled my mind. At thirty-seven, he was still unmarried. People whispered that no woman could satisfy his dark, demanding appetites. That he was insatiable in the bedroom. I shook my head. Just baseless gossip. It was late when I finally finished with my chores for the day. Feeling restless, I decided to take a walk through the quiet halls to clear my head. That was when I heard it. A low, feminine moan echoed from upstairs.

Just delete the book from your library and add it back. Thank you! Sincerely yours Author Blackangel