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It felt like she was transported to a different realm where angels, cherubs, and fairies dwelled. All the stars have filled the dark sky, twinkling like fairy dust. She gasped in awe at the perfect pathway waiting for her. Crystals blink like diamonds from the trees, reflecting the beautiful light strategically placed all around them. Thick bushes of different types of roses on either side, giving off a sultry scent as she passed by. Alexandria has outdone herself. Anna owed her big time. She had no idea how she managed to glide on the dreamy-like pathway without tripping. Mr. Northam or dad --he insisted to call him that-- must have a super grip on her elbow as he walked her to the altar.

I would rather not risk my life again. I need to have my wits about me, and my inner demon caged. The last thing we need is for there to be any further human murder cases caused by Vampires while I am here. I have never been that sloppy however, I was always able to hunt in Northern Wisconsin. I try to shake these thoughts as I exit the penthouse building, Mrs. Tomes even arranged for a car be to at my disposal during my stay here. God, that woman clicks with me so well, she is the best executive assistant I could ask for. I pull away from the building and head to find a Starbucks, and a Panera bread for a bacon, egg, and cheese croissant. Honestly, it does not taste the same being a Vampire

Artemisia had briefly forgotten that that day wasn't normal, she's starting to realize, and think, that maybe she's not the one who's going crazy. The girl approached the shelves and Helga's voice danced again in her mind. "The navy blue cover book will tell you a story, I can't tell you which one, only the book is entitled to that." Artemisia didn't understand, but soon found the book near the second door. It was a heavy book, but not as thick as expected. It had a glow reminiscent of sunbeams touching the greenish water of a river or lake. It also had nymphs drawn on the cover and side of the leaves.

Some people loved you and left anyway. And sometimes that was the most beautiful kind of wrong.

she asked, her voice colored by her disappointment. "Absolutely, dear! I just finished a book I think you'll adore," Mrs. Hogan said, pointing to a part of the library Katherine hadn’t explored before—an intriguing collection of unique fantasy novels that seemed to whisper of hidden adventures. With a newfound sense of excitement, Katherine dove into the unknown. As she scanned the titles, one book caught her eye; its cover illustrated a swirling nebula, a scene reminiscent of the enchanting landscapes in "The Tides of the Myrtle." It was hefty, with a worn leather cover and a gilded spine that hinted at untold wonders. She gently pulled it off the shelf, her fingers grazing the aged paper.

I was expecting her to drop off the supplements and leave when she suddenly clutched her stomach and asked, "Winston, my stomach hurts. Could you get me a glass of water?" Startled, I quickly went to the water dispenser to get her some hot water. Just then, Nancy appeared behind me, wrapping her arms around my waist. A mild, subtle fragrance wafted from her, not overpowering but somehow intoxicating, and I could feel her softness pressing against me. As she rubbed against my back, my mind went completely blank. A tingling sensation washed over me from head to toe. I suppressed my inner turmoil and said to Nancy, "Ms. Stevens, please don't cross the—"

Hey random person, reading this, you probably saw the description and thought to check it out. If so then you're welcome to The Beautiful Nerd. I'm glad you're here, do read further please, Before you go further i should warn you, the first five to ten chapters are somewhat different from the rest because i started this book with the mind of a child. But as you progress into the story, you will find the book to be good, i hope. Um this book is your typical bad boy falls in love with nerd but there will be twists that make it a not so cliché book.

We’d been reading for hours now, our search narrowing in on the lands beyond the Barren — the unforgiving region ruled by silence and death. I flipped another page, my fingers careful. Most texts that spoke about the North were vague, full of warnings, legends, and the kind of ominous superstition passed down in drunken tales. But I needed facts, patterns, and anything that could help me find her. That’s when I saw it. A worn page, in the middle of an old book, torn from a page from another book, obviously the page didn't belong in this book. " In the heart of the Nytherra snowfields, where sunlight dares not linger, it is whispered that the true power of the Northern Royals lies not in bloo