Night At The Museum Octavius And Jedediah 소설 & 이야기

Silas, however, looked so delighted he did not even ask about the relationship between me and Cayden, or probably, he did not care. Cayden and I left for the museum. The museum of the dead was a sacred territory among wolves. Every artifact displayed there represented the legacy of the deceased Lunas and Alphas of the Nightshade pack. One wrong move there and my little life was over in a flash, it could only take one claw from an Alpha to turn me into mush and Silas…… Silas actually wanted me to embarrass myself there. As Cayden and I walked away from the secondary courtyard, the noise behind us gradually faded beneath the cold night wind.

Noah told us about the natural history museum in the specific comprehensive detail of someone who had absorbed everything available and was now providing a full briefing. The T. rex. The geological timeline exhi bit. The mineral display that had been organized incorrectly and which he had noted for future action. The sandwich situation. Marcus's evolving relationship with deep geological time. We listened to every word. Together. In the kitchen of a small apartment in Philadelphia on a Saturday afternoon in November. The oatmeal. The correct amount of brown sugar. The drawing. The three figures. The ammonite on the table. Category seven occupied. The fault line settled.

Adam replied with an obvious smile. I paused. I then looked into Adam's eyes. "After you leave this room, please erase all your memories of this night or morning. Pretend we haven't met today, and don't make any suspicious moves. We agreed to this." I held out my hand in front of Adam. Adam took it, shaking my hand as proof that we were going to forget what had happened that night. "Mahira!" called a voice from outside. "Mahira!" the man shouted again when he didn't hear my reply from inside.

The way back home was filled in silence that we both so needed after this eventful day. Night had aroused and I looked at the moon, traveling with me. 🌸🌸🌸 As soon as we reached home, I went into the room. Ozymandius was usually in his office at that time so the plan was to jump on the bed, go to sleep and run away from reality again. But life had other plans for me. As soon as I entered, I was pinned to the wall. Again. And it happened again. His oceanic blue eyes stared at me and my body started shaking, my eyes not able to meet him and a dominant aura radiating from him.

Artemis, quick on her feet, responded with a reassuring smile, "I believe she's had a restless night." In the lavatory, Octavia took a moment to collect herself. The conflicting emotions within her were palpable. The memory of Alcides lingered, casting a shadow on her interactions with her husband. Artemis, playing her part, remained discreet about the night's clandestine affairs. As Octavia returned to the main chamber, she wore a composed facade, ready to face the festivities. Gaius Fabius, seemingly oblivious to the underlying tension, offered his arm to Octavia as they made their way to the dance floor.

The family was exhausted, but they were already looking forward to the next day's adventures. The next day was Sunday, and the family decided to visit the Metropolitan Museum of Art. They spent hours wandering through the galleries, admiring the paintings and sculptures. James and Zoe loved the Egyptian exhibit, and they were fascinated by the mummies and the hieroglyphics. Matthew and Lisa spent most of their time in the Impressionist wing, admiring the works of Monet and Degas. It was a day filled with culture and beauty, and the family was thrilled with their visit to the museum.

Not that Damien was gone, she came to realize how cold the museum was. “It's getting late,” Eva glanced at Lucas for a brief second and looked away. “I'm going back to the mansion." Lucas' shoulders slumped in disappointment, he already had everything planned out perfectly, but now it was ruined. Were those Damien intentions from the beginning? To come up with some random excuse and make his presence at the museum and then crash his date. Lucas despises the Cross Young Master. “I understand, let me take you out for a meal, so that you can have something to warm your stomach before I take you back home.” Lucas remarked and offered her a hand.

The walk back to their camp was somber. Henry carried Elizabeth's body with a mixture of reverence and sorrow, while Selene and Sia stayed close, their faces etched with grief. The witch followed silently, her presence a reminder of the power they had harnessed, but also of the price they had paid. As they reached the edge of their camp, the barrier shimmered briefly, acknowledging their return. Inside, the pack members who had stayed behind rushed to meet them, their expressions shifting from relief to sorrow as they saw Elizabeth's lifeless form.

Tiana said, reaching for the controls on the armrest. "I know you can." Nikolai moved behind the chair, gripping the handles. "But it's Pascal's birthday. Let me help. Please." Something flickered across Tiana's face, gratitude or resignation or maybe both. She settled back, folding her hands in her lap. "Alright. Thank you." They made their way into the museum, Pascal racing ahead and then circling back, too excited to walk in a straight line. The main hall soared three stories high, dominated by the skeleton of a Brachiosaurus that seemed to touch the ceiling. Pascal's mouth fell open.

━⊰ ❦ ⊱━ Gianna ━⊰ ❦ ⊱━ The children's museum had been closed to the public for the day. Only the Capone family was inside. The sound of children's laughter echoed through the building as Aurelia raced toward an indoor climbing castle with Jules close behind. Killian and Nero sat in their strollers, Killian was happily chewing on a rubber giraffe that Nero tried to take it from him while Claire and Maddie followed after the children.