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"See? Because you—" I did something I'd never thought I would do. I snatched the book out of Evan's hand and tore it. I don't even know how I did it. I guess out of anger and frustration. Evan stared at me with wide eyes and took a step back. "This, Evan?" I hissed at him, holding up half of the book. "Is fucked up. You're fucked up. Stop this bullshit." I threw the book at his face, put on my shirt, took my bag and walked out. Eric ran behind me and placed his hand on my shoulder. "Wow, I've never seen you snapped." He says. "Come on, tell me."

At a gathering with friends, my boyfriend, Donovan McPherson, suggested we play a game of “I Have, Have You?” The winner would get to make one request of him. Everyone there knew I had been trying to get him to make me, Celeste Campbell, Mrs. McPherson for five years, and for as long he had not obliged. Now they all assumed he was giving me a chance. So, tacitly aligned, everyone held back to let me win. But his childhood sweetheart, Lily Kensington, would not relent. “Donovan watched the first snowfall with me. “He gave me a scarf he knitted with his own hands. “The tattoo on his wrist is my initials. “His passenger seat is permanently adjusted to fit my height.” After those four, I had onl

I called again, moving toward the door but I got no answer. This guy is not only a nerd, he is also weird and somehow crazy. I wonder how I was going to cope with him when I joined his book club. I grabbed my phone off the table and unlocked it. As the screen popped on, messages flooded in. Group chats messages , especially the ones I've muted for a while now. ‘Arian Smith, Orleans College Book Club President, Accused of Misusing Club Funds.’ I blinked, trying to wake myself from the dream. I scrolled down, read it again and it was still the same.

Dear Carlos, If you were reading this, I might be gone with Duke. He really doesn't want to let me go. He is hurting me if you will not ask. I don't know when you will came for me that's why I am writing this. Please, save me here I know it's stupid that I didn't listen to you. Duke is going to bring me in London and I don't know if we are really going to migrate there. This is all of a sudden and I don't know what is really happening. One more thing, something weird is happening to me. I'll tell you as we met again. I miss you. –Christmas

It was warm, and I couldn’t help taking a deep breath of the peculiar smell of old books. Mischief lazed on the top of a bookcase, laid out like a cat with his hair falling into his eyes, when his mouth curled into a wicked grin, as he studied me. “Oh, consider me terrified by your display of fighting prowess, sorceres girl. Wait,” his grin widened, “my mistake, not terrified…entertained.” I shrugged myself out of my fighting stance, flushing. “I thought—” “Don’t get started on your thoughts; we only have a day to save the world.” Yet Mischief’s smile softened. “When you and the wolves were playing with the sorcereses, do you imagine that we were senselessly—”

Godrick replies, taking his black tie out of his pocket, quickly tying it into a Windsor knot around his neck. "I may be becoming an Alpha tonight, but I will also be making you my Beta immediately after. So be prepared to have watchful eyes over you too." I tell my best friend, watching him reach into his other pocket and pull out a small silver flask. He shrugs his shoulders, not caring how others perceive him, "I'm an open book, Milo; the entire pack already knows who I am and what my stance is on life. I have nothing to hide. The pack can either like me for me or dislike me. Either way, it won't change my plans for the future." Godrick replied.

But when I see the title of the first book on top, I gasp and rush towards it. Absent-mindedly, I sit on the chair and bring it closer to the desk. My hands shake. Why do they shake? I pick the book which makes a bubble of emotions burst in me. "Gone with the wind." by Margaret Mitchell stares right back at me in its red hardcover beauty. My fingers trail each letter of the title as I stare in amazement. I open the book and a note falls from it to the table.

Seeming bored by what they had in front of them. "Nice to meet you," Adria started. "I'm a 'good' friend of James" A mocking smile playing on her lips. After a few seconds of eyeing each other, they both shake hands. None of them backing down. Both demanding authority. Still smiling. I was extremely confused by this weird interaction. What game are these two playing at?

Callie's POV ***WARNING: THE FOLLOWING CHAPTER CONTAINS SEXUAL CONTENT. 18+ ONLY *** "I know a guy who sells chloroform, that's the easiest way you're going to drug someone long enough to get him where you want them to be," Melanie twirled her spoon into her coffee, mixing the contents. We were sitting in the back of a Waffle House a few blocks from my apartment, having a late breakfast and gossiping over my latest scheme. I diligently jotted down her information into a composition book which pages were now filled with an act of hostility much greater than anything I was used to.

After buying a bouquet of flowers, he drove to my grave. The sun was so bright, I could barely keep my eyes open. Standing before my tombstone, Sven began to confess. "Tracy, I'll always regret not realizing my feelings sooner. Even if I didn't love you then, I should've been there for you. "If I hadn't been so heartless, blindly trusting Alina, you and our baby would be here, healthy and safe by my side. It was me. I destroyed my own happiness and ruined your life, too."