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My interest sparked immediately. "One of the largest in all the territories. The alphas have been collecting books for decades." Books. My chest tightened with a familiar shame. Books I couldn't read. Words that would swim and blur and taunt me with my inadequacy. "What else?" I asked, pushing past the feeling. "The crafting district, where our artisans work. The forges, though those can be quite loud. The northern gardens are particularly beautiful this time of year. And the…" We'd reached my door. Basil opened it for me, stepping aside to let me enter first.

Hal flowed behind in a second car. Nathan gazed out the window, taking in the view. The Rocky Mountains stood with white peaks and heads in the clouds to the west. The town itself was picturesque. A cute downtown area with shops and restaurants. Nathan thought he saw a sign for “The Book Bag” but the car turned down a different street. ECT headquarters was located at the northern end of town. Several large buildings sat around a man-made lake that had frozen over. It looked like an average high-end business location.

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

The maid bowed deeply and quickly left. Outside the mansion, North went outside, in search of the slave who was to accompany her and then she saw Zephyr, who stood nearby with her head bent low. As North looked at her, it was easy to see why the other maids loathed her. Zephyr was beautiful, with skin that glistened like an elite’s. Her black hair was neatly braided and tied into a bun, and her soft features and stunning gray eyes only added to her charm. The girl wasn’t just beautiful—she was beauty itself. Zephyr bowed deeply when she noticed North staring at her, feeling perplexed. Had she done something wrong? The weather was far too hot to endure a round of punishment.

I’ll will come and check up on you later during lunch break. Laura jibed at the message on her phone and her face become cold. Ding! It was another message alert sound on her phone, but this time around, the text was from Frank. [Hello Beautiful, I hope you’re okay. I was just checking up on you, would you like to grab a bite during lunch time?] She took a quick glance at her phone and replied. [I am alright, thank you. No,I don’t mind.] Laura was so glad to see a text from Frank. Having lunch with him gave her a gateway pass not to see Jayden.

I vaguely heard Brenda asking them about someone named Ciara I think, I just ignored them and kept my eyes fixed on the prize. What prize you may ask because we both know you wanna know so I for one don't like being in suspense so I wouldn't want to keep you in suspense either. The prize in question was a glass bookshelf filled with lots of books—I could already see Nora Roberts, Karen Morning, and lots of my favorite authors' stories on the shelf. My feet moved towards them. I wanted to feel the books. I craved the scent of new books and oh sweet Lord they had a hammock installed in the house right beside the bookshelf!

Cross out my boyfriend who is unfortunately not here with me, missing the amazing place. The wind is blowing pretty kind of strong that's messing up my hair but it felt warm against my skin. The picturesque view of the beach as it calmly wets the shore, is astoundingly beautiful. It's so peaceful here and I just couldn't find any words to hate this place because this is a piece of paradise. Far from the busy streets of New York. Far from pollution. Far from the media. Far from everyone who wants to butt in into our lives.

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She suddenly felt restless. Standing up,she grabbed her bag and packed up her things,she was going home. She put on her face mask,dark sunglasses and a scarf before heading towards the library's exit. Getting out of the library,she flagged down a cab,since she hadn't come in her car. After telling the cab man her destination,she got in and they drove off. She stopped some distance from the house,since she knew they were in hiding and paid they cab man. She stood there till the cab driver was out of sight before turning around to walk towards their cottage in the woods.

“I know.” Nuri exhaled as she pulled onto the road. “But I still feel awful.” ‘That’s normal. But we’ve got eight weeks to tackle that mountain of books,’ Tempest said, her focus sharpening. ‘He wasn’t kidding when he said this wouldn’t be easy.’ “Difficult,” Nuri muttered as she parked in front of the house and eyed the tower of books in the passenger seat, “but advantageous?” ‘Exactly.’ She laughed. “You really went with advantageous, huh?”