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Blushing vigorously, I turn quickly and power walk back to duty-free. I can’t believe he remembers my reaction to romance books. Of course, he’d remember to him it seems like yesterday even though it was years ago. I am hating it more and more, knowing that Greg has no memory of the last two years. It is the one thing about this I keep forgetting myself, ironically. In duty-free I look for their book section and try and find a good book to read after I finished reading Stuck in Paradise with You by Laura Carter. How funny that, how this book played out, I now have to live it. So, I look for something a little more darker. Maybe a mafia or even a fantasy with werewolves, I don’t know. Taking

Sleep refused to come. My mind felt restless. Maybe there was something in this room that could help me remember. Slowly, I stood up. I began looking around. The bookshelf immediately caught my attention. Dozens of books filled the shelves. I pulled several out. There were history books, pack law books and training manuals. Then I noticed something else. There were fiction novels; thrillers, mysteries and crime novels. I blinked. Apparently, I enjoyed those. "I don't remember reading any of these."

It doesn’t matter that I don’t see any; I’m aware of them now. I climb the stairs and can’t resist pushing on a door that’s partially open—cameras or no. It’s directly across the hall when I reach the landing. I’m excited to find that it’s a library with books lining tall oak shelves. There are two comfortable reading chairs and behind them a large business desk. I wonder if this is Moon’s office. Snooping in different rooms is one thing. Going through his desk quite another, and I won’t do it. I’ll forget that Moon told me to treat his home as my own. Instead, I search the shelves and read titles. It’s barely after twelve and I need to kill some time. I should have asked Mr. Thug where Moon

Alexander replied as he shot him a bored look that only fueled Malo anger further. "Why the hell am I so worked up? You want to know what kind of ruckus you brought to the whole mafia, huh? Well, news flash! The whole faction nearly started a riot from what you have done! Everything was going fine! From the White Wolf Clan meeting with the Queen of Wausau Faerie Clan, giving them the mystery riddles, Gwynn-the leader of the Wild Hunt and Luna May of the Werewolf faction successfully assassinating the officials in Wausau Municipal Airport the night before the confrontation with the White Clan to gain control over the airport. The diversion the ship was while the Wild Hunt was preparing their

“Oh, it’s just books.” I’m not listening to her, though. My blood is thundering in excitement. “These are—How did these—” I can’t even form a coherent sentence, just staring at the hardcover books. They are a fictional detective series from a foreign author who doesn’t sell his novels outside his country. I’ve only managed to read his books online, from no legitimate sources. I never dreamed I could ever own actual copies of his work, including his new releases. “Are you crying?!” Jazz looks horrified.

It doesn't matter that I don't see any; I'm aware of them now. I climb the stairs and can't resist pushing on a door that's partially open-cameras or no. It's directly across the hall when I reach the landing. I'm excited to find that it's a library with books lining tall oak shelves. There are two comfortable reading chairs and behind them a large business desk. I wonder if this is Moon's office. Snooping in different rooms is one thing. Going through his desk quite another, and I won't do it. I'll forget that Moon told me to treat his home as my own. Instead, I search the shelves and read titles. It's barely after twelve and I need to kill some time. I should have asked Mr. Thug where Moon

He wipes his face with a spare hanky. Why can’t he find it? He pulled out his phone from his pocket. He searches about it then. There had to be something. But what’s he gonna search. Mystery girl? Demon? There must be an ancient name for her. Or there isn’t. He was exhausted already. He ruffled his head, if he didn’t get anything, Dixon would end up killing him. He strolled down his phone. Ancient mystery girl. History search. He hunkered down. Since he was tired of standing.

"You like that, don't you? Ah, but I knew you would " His mouth slid down her throat. Heat splintered all through her, even as her mind baulked. No, she thought hazily. He had touched her there. But surely he would not…. She could only watch in mingled shock and fascination as his dark head hovered over her breast. Never had she dreamed he might kiss her there? As if in anticipation, her nipples peaked and hardened, as his mouth touched the quivering tip, she gasped. "Dan, what…. What do you do?"

It took me a while before I decided what I shall do with this book, after thinking - I decided to open it. I cut one of my fingers open using my fang, then let some drops of my blood on it cover. As expected, the book was open. I passed throw the empty pages of the book expecting to find something, but I didn't. Before I lost my entire hope, something showed up on one of the empty pages. { The book of mystery will help you to discover all the mysteries around you by confirming ar declining fact. All you have to do is to ask...} If it's true, then a huge part out of all my problems would be solved. I'm really tired of being the dummy around. the knowledge that I can have, might change a lot o

If the internet doesn’t have it, then history books might, I say to myself. I get up quickly, my heart racing as I pull on my jacket and head out the door. I make my way to the nearest library, hoping to find the answers I need. The library is quiet, with the smell of old books filling the air. I move through the aisles, scanning every book on folklore, creatures, myths. But the deeper I search, the more things don’t add up. Shelves are missing books, and some books I find look like pages have been ripped out. The more I dig, the more it feels like someone is hiding something and trying to erase it from history. My heart sinks as I search through every nook and cranny, but there’s nothing. N