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"I really don't understand what you're so upset about!" The knocking continued outside as Claudia called out coquettishly, "Nick, are you asleep? Nick?" Nicholas glanced at me and barked an order, "Don't go to sleep until I get back." When he left, I got out of bed and locked the door behind him. I didn't need him to come back. The night was long. I couldn't sleep alone in the empty room. I walked over to Nicholas' bookshelf as I was hoping to find a book that could make me feel drowsy and go to sleep. To my surprise, I found a yellowed notebook tucked in between the books on the shelf.

Dark of Night Copyright 2019 Emily Goodwin Chapter One “What do you see when you look at this one?” The doctor holds up a card, showcasing an ink splotch that’s twisted and creepy, with eyes that follow you no matter where you go. I look at it, heart hammering away inside my chest. The mess of ink on the white paper reminds me of the monster that lurks in Nana and Papa’s basement, the one that tried to get Abby and Scott to go downstairs with it.

“Do I need to explain how not everything you read is true?” “It was an old textbook, not a mythical creatures website some sweaty fat dude runs out of his mother’s basement.” “Nice visual.” “I try to keep it real.” “You don’t want to go back to Thorne Hill yet?” Lucas asks. “Oh, I do. I miss it, but I don’t want to cause any trouble. Well, any more trouble.” I want to look through my Book of Shadow, which I left hidden in a magically locked box in my bedroom. It belonged to another witch before her death, and Tabatha gave it to me since I didn’t come from a long line of witches who had books to pass down generation to generation.

But none of them are what I need. Exhaustion stretches its fingers through me. I rub my eyes, dragging my palms over my face. I haven’t slept since before the claiming, and even then, it was more surrender than rest. But I can’t stop. Not yet. Not until I find something that will help Khael. My hand grazes another book tucked behind the larger volumes. It’s thin. Bound in dark blue fabric. No title. I slide it free. The first page contains only a title: The Curse of Hucow Hollow.

She looked pampered and polished and expensive, like a trophy on display. "There's a book on the nightstand," Lena said quietly as the others began packing up their supplies. "The boss thought you might want something to read while you wait." I walked back to the bedroom on legs that felt like they belonged to someone else. The book was waiting for me on the nightstand, a novel I had never heard of with a cover that showed a woman standing at the edge of a cliff, looking out at a stormy sea. I picked it up and settled into the chair by the window, the silk of my dress rustling against the upholstery.

Nyla’s POV I'm drawing a pentagram on my apartment floor with sidewalk chalk at midnight on a Tuesday because apparently this is what my life has come to. There’s a leather-bound book open beside me, old, as if it survived the Victorian era. I found it at an estate sale last weekend, buried under a box of porcelain cats, which feels like the universe burying a loaded gun inside a Build-A-Bear. It was quite an… interetsing book. The chapter I keep returning to shows a naked woman arched on her back on the floor, with a demon-man like being, with extra limbs, and an abnormally huge-sized cock burried inside her pussy.

"It seems that this pack has been in remote parts of the country for many years, which is why they have remained undiscovered for so long." "That explains why they survived so long," Reese said. That was true, but a much more important question came to mind. "Why are you telling us this?" Not that that wasn't interesting, but it didn't explain my boss's behavior. "There's a very simple reason for that." Jilin hesitated a moment, then pushed the folder towards me. But she left her hand on it. “That is all the information we have gathered about the Drein so far. But not all of them are beautiful and some of them can bring back bad memories. ”Jilin looked me in the eye. “Grace, these tattoo num

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After the boys had left my room, I went through my bag and pulled out my favorite book, Night Flame, by Catherine Hart. I sat back in my chair by the window, prepared to spend the rest of the afternoon reading when a shiver ran down my spine. I jumped out of my seat and spun around to see a pair of yellow eyes glowing in the corner of the room. As those eyes drew closer to me, I realized that it was Simon, the fae that came to warn me the other day.

It was a silk bathrobe, white and gold, intricately designed, and as she put it on, she’d never felt anything more luxurious. She lay back in her huge, four-poster bed, sinking into the endless pillows, and sighed. Ruth jumped onto the bed and set her head in Caitlin’s lap. After a few moments, she reached over to her bedside table and picked up an object and held it. The encased scroll.