Romans & histoires Mars Review Of Books

Despite the weight of pressure and Hannah’s attacks pressing down on me, I would be alright. “I need to brush up on my etiquette,” I parroted Axel’s words. A proud smile slipped onto Mara’s face. Suddenly, I started to wonder if Luna Diane had sent her to me. I was still deciding if to ask when Mara turned around and dragged me down the stairs. *** “Is the library usually this…desolate?” I asked, scanning the rows of dusty books. Some of them had cobwebs on them and actual spiders building families in the spaces in front of the shelves. They had likely not been touched in years, if not a decade.

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It was from Marina. “Oh, great,” I muttered, holding up the book like it was something radioactive. “This has her name all over it.” Richard leaned over the back of the couch, peering at the cover. “Wow. Subtle as ever, huh?” I flipped through the pages, skimming a few sentences here and there. The tone was just as I expected—authoritative, prescriptive, and full of phrases like never, always, and must. I could practically hear Marina’s voice narrating it.

My steps slowed as I took in the shelves that stretched higher than I could see, a maze of knowledge stacked and bound in leather. I froze in the doorway, clutching the edge of my apron like I had no right to even breathe here. Because I didn’t. I couldn’t even read. I thought Rowe was going to teach me but…well, it was just another disappointment for me to brood over. Marcus had called books “a waste in omega hands.” He’d said our sole purpose was to serve and not to think. Maybe a part of me still believed him, because standing here, staring at the endless shelves, I felt small again….and pathetic.

She decides to read one of them aloud as there’s plenty of time and nothing else to do. Mariah starts reading “Dance of thieves” to Mr. Denis and she enjoys it herself as well. It’s a book about war for power among kingdoms and about fierce women. Mariah likes the book and doesn’t even realize that she’s been reading it for hours, when suddenly she feels an itchy feeling in her throat. So she puts down the book, drinks some water, injects some medicines and them checks up on the vitals. Mariah sits down and stares at the lifeless figure in front of her.

These paper files contain new territory project documents sent over by the Westline Holdings group, materials Mars planned to review inside his den. My hands begin to collect the loose items from the carpet when my eyes suddenly notice a small photograph lying face down on the floor. My fingers pause for a second, picking the glossy paper up, and my gaze stares hard at the clear image of Mars Reed tightly embracing two tiny children, a boy and a girl, one standing on each side of his waist. My alpha gaze locks onto the little twin girl with the two long hair braids, and my entire body freezes instantly, my breath catching deep inside my throat.

Though the writings were a cursive one and all written in ink, all she could feel was defeat when she could hardly understand what each book was about. Only the picture in the books seems interesting enough with its colour schemes and story saying that made it worthwhile. As she walks past the shelves, walking down the red-carpeted floor that just fits the marble wall interior, Rosa found herself at the end of the room with a long, rectangular marble table. Rolls of paper, documents and books, huge books, old books, opened and covered with dust.

WRITER'S POV Marcus packed both books, the stark difference in their weight was clear with one being heavier and the other so light it felt almost like paper. He took a minute to scan the shelves but found nothing else, most of the books were on the history of wolves and how they evolved. It didn't seem like they were important to what he needed to find. His mind went back to the fact that he would soon be seeing Naomi and he couldn't help the happiness that bloomed in his heart.