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When my shift ended, I found myself walking toward the corner table where Kael sat, his laptop closed now, a book in his hands. I stopped short when I saw the cover. ‘Knot We Cannot Untie.’ That was the book he was holding. I can't believe that Kael would be reading one of Linda Lively’s books. “You read… this?” I said, the surprise evidently in my voice. Kael looked up, one brow raised. “Why? You think I only read racing magazines and bank statements?” I gave a small laugh. “Chill bro. It’s just… not what I was expecting ”

"Get out of my sight!" Rose looked at Jones with watery eyes, but he only glared at her, evidently cold and disgusted. She collapsed to the ground, feeling utterly abandoned. Meanwhile, I had settled in a remote Southeastern Pack. Life here moved slowly, and the scenery was stunning. Every day, I woke naturally to the rising sun, taking my time to soak in the peaceful beauty of the mountains and forests. At home, I had the freedom and energy to immerse myself in what I loved. Totem design inspiration came to me easily now, flowing without pressure.

I had already had a soak in the bath to relax, but, despite that, and the late hour, I was struggling to settle down. I decided to go for a walk around the packhouse. See if I could find the library and find a book I could read, as stupidly, I had left most of my good books at home. That may help me fall asleep easier, as reading was my go-to thing of a nighttime before bed. I walked slowly down the empty, dimly lit corridors of the packhouse, finding it quite eerie while it was empty. I tried hard to remember where the library was from when I had my tour, while Akira decided it would be funny to make ghost noises at me in an attempt to scare me. ‘Stop. Akira. It is not funny!’ I warned her.

I woke up to the sound of my phone going off. I sat up, grabbing it, confused. No one had ever messaged me, and I didn't have friends. Picking it up, I opened the message. good morning, beautiful. I hope your day is as beautiful as you. a smile came to my face, my cheeks burning red as I felt a mix of things that I could quite put my finger on. morning who did you get my number? A few moments passed before my phone buzzed again with a response.

"Let us go meet her." Chicago was a five hour drive. Liam drove. Anna sat in the back. I navigated. The rain followed us the whole way. Grey skies. Grey roads. Grey everything. The bookstore was called "Pages." It sat on a corner between a coffee shop and a flower store. The windows were full of bestsellers. A sign on the door said "Open." We walked in. Bells jingled. The smell of paper and old wood wrapped around me. Shelves stretched to the ceiling. A cat slept on a pile of romance novels.

Hazel POV. The club was different in the sunlight, it's nothing like the one I saw last night, or the one I usually see when I come in the in between shifts. In the morning, sunlight streams through the windows, the music is different, it's not dark, strong or loud, it's just a background, you could have a chat here without having troubles listening to what the others are saying. I didn't know my brother catered to people in the morning as well as at night, there were tones of murmurs, clinking glasses. People laughed lightly, their designer sunglasses reflecting the gleam of gold watches and the occasional polished shoe.

as he chuckled from the other side of the door, which echoed in the hallway of the luxurious compound, "Wow Jora, you are more beautiful than when I last saw you, I must say you filled out rather well." he says as I hear a thump on the wall presuming that he has now leaned up against the wall near my doorway. Sighing I grumble lowly as I unlock the door and just as I thought he was leaning on the wall near my door, he snatches me once more in his strong hands as he pins me to the wall laying soft kisses on my neck that makes my body betray me as I can feel goosebumps roll through my entire body this touch, "Jordan, you need to get off me before anyone sees you." I say as I try to push him o

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Nicole's fingers danced across the spines of the books, gently adjusting their positions. She wanted to create an alluring display, one that would capture the attention of passersby. The vibrant covers were like a painter’s palette, and Nicole was the artist, carefully crafting her masterpiece. She stepped back, eyes narrowing as she scrutinized her handiwork. A slight tilt here, a nudge there—she was determined to find the perfect arrangement. The bookstore was her sanctuary, a place where she could lose herself in worlds spun by strangers. But today, she wanted the store itself to feel like one of those worlds: warm, magnetic, impossible to walk past without stepping inside. With a final s