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Sena said. "Call her," Mara said. Clara called that evening. Her voice had the quality it carried when she had been sitting with something difficult and had found a position she could hold. "She should publish it," Clara said. "It is the part of the story I never told anyone. I am glad it is being told. I am glad she is the one telling it." The manuscript was accepted in four weeks. Published the following autumn under the title: The Carrying: Thirty Years of Keeping a Secret That Was Not Entirely Mine.

’ Clara asked. The Colfers looked at each other and shrugged, ‘Mostly, I think,’ John, his dad answered. 'Some of them are first editions, so the books are just there for decoration,’ he said, smiling. ‘So, Clara, my dear, Sebastian said you wanted to talk to us. What is this about?’ his mom pried. ‘Sam, let the girl sit and relax before you interrogate her,’ John scolded his wife.

Mara’s face lit up instantly. “Jane!” she said, stepping forward and wrapping her arms around a woman who looked… polished. Jane hugged her back, one arm careful because she was holding a stack of books, leather-bound, heavy, the kind people carried to look important. “Good to see you outside your cave,” Mara teased. “Though judging by those books, you’re about to disappear again.” Jane smiled, tight and controlled. “Probably,” she said. “But I’ll make time for you two. I always do.”

JANE I heard the words leave my mouth before I could stop them. "It's only fair to end this with a little bit of crass, is it not?" His eyebrows went up. Interest flickered across his face. I stood, tucking the bills into my purse with deliberate slowness. Five hundred dollars. That was textbooks and maybe even groceries that weren't ramen. My hands weren't shaking anymore. I was Jailbird now. Fully Jailbird. Jane Puckett was locked away somewhere safe.

This book is a piece of me, and now, it’s also a piece of you. Until the next story… With all my heart, Clara. J. Stari

Hannah wanted to punch him, she wanted to insult the hell out of him but well, she can't, she took a deep breath and closed her eyes then opened them again. "Yeah, you are right, let's go." Hannah licked her dry lips, Jason giggled at Clark and laughed before pulling Hannah's hand, Clark only watched her walk away with Jason, with an empty broken heart, Hannah turned to look at him but she saw he turned around, a tear dropped from her eyes but she quickly wiped it away. * *Night* Clark returned to his Mansion, Mary came out to welcome him but was startled to see him looking half-death, with his clothes stained with blood, she freaked out.

Hey beautiful people, Just a warning. This book is an erotica, which means 18+, so if you are uncomfortable with sex and adult stuff, please don’t read my books. But if you are a nymphomaniac like me, go ahead ;) Also guys, for the better understanding of the stories, I’d also like to give you the order in which the books should be read: 1)Nathaniel Lachlan 2)Aaron Riverwood 3)Landon Chambers 4)Danika Williams 5)Mary Redferne PS this book is set up in the 1960s Mary Redferne I was in the car, tapping my foot restlessly as the driver drove inside the gates of a mansion of the guy I was about to marry in a few months. Yeah I know, crazy! I never thought that I’d settle for an arrange marriage

There was not even a single task their sages assigned them to do. Clara was humming to herself when her eyes spotted the red leather-bound book she stole in the hidden room beneath the redwood. Until now, she was wincing at the idea that she managed to steal a book that wasn’t hers. Over and over, she tried to console herself that she only borrowed it and would eventually return it once she was done.

She unrolled it quickly, eyes darting across the parchment. When footsteps echoed, she shoved it back into place, turning just as Jennifer entered. “You read?” Jennifer asked casually, her gaze heavy as stone. Clara forced a smile. “I was only… touching the old books. They feel alive, don’t they?” Jennifer stepped closer, brushing her fingers across the very scroll Clara had disturbed. “Yes. Some of them are very much alive. And very dangerous.” The air between them thickened. Clara’s knuckles whitened against the fabric of her gown.

"Please sit down. I have gotten back the results and we have confirmed that you are indeed pregnant. I will prescribe you some prenatal vitamins that you need to take daily. I will also refer you to a good gynecologist Doctor Mary Olsen. She is my wife and just down the hall. She is waiting for you now to do a sonar to confirm how far along you are." I felt my blood drain. I knew it was an option but I still hoped that the test will come back negative. All I could do is a nod at the doctor while Ann led me out of his office and down the hall. "Good afternoon. Miss Clark here to see Doctor Mary." "Good afternoon dear yes come in. My husband told me about you. I'm figuring that the one with th