Novel & Cerita North Of Beautiful Book

I made my self comfortable and made a point to remind my self that next I came , I should carry a blanket since the bench wasn't very warm. I immediately opened my book and got so absorbed reading it that I didn't notice footsteps approaching me till my book was yanked out of my hands. "Hey." I say protesting looking up. That looking up however let me see the most beautiful sight I had ever had the pleasure of seeing.The little boy that had yanked the book out of my hands seemed to have been God's favorite during creation because he was a sight to behold. He had white blond hair, blue eyes ,beautiful skin and was just overall perfect.

I can try and go back, or I can stay here. I can't stay here, who am I kidding? I have no money, no friends, no shelter, no purpose? But I don't have a purpose back there either. At least there's a bed and food and a shower and my books and the diary. But he's there. Alpha Grant. My pain is there. She's there—that beautiful woman who creeps into his bedroom. What am I doing? I have nowhere. That woman has my place in that world, the space in his bed, in his heart, in his pack—I wouldn't be surprised if he keeps me hidden and announces her as Luna.

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Sunny drags Nina Morrison's big box into the room and then she asks Nina to have a look happily. It's a house with one bedroom facing south. It has a bright kitchen and bath room. There is a large French Such in the living room. The white curtain is blowing slightly in the breeze. The room has a bright and clean wood floor, and a soft sofa. There are many books and green plants on the white bookshelf. Everything is so fresh and warm. "Wow! Sunny! Thank you! I love it! "Nina Morrison throws her big bag away, and she jump into the sofa and stretches herself: "I'm going to treat you a luxurious meal today to repay you well!"

The city sky had grown dark to a mellow gray, the kind that swathed everything in gentleness—buildings, trees, people. Rain still lingered in the air, shrouding the windows of **Chapter & Soul** in a soft mist. Inside, the world progressed more slowly, more softly. It was perfumed with old books, chamomile tea, and something sweet that Lena had baked and not labeled.

She was looking for a specific section: The History of the Northern Coast. She found it near the back of the room, tucked away in a corner where the shadows were deepest. She ran her fingers over the books until she found a thick volume with a dark blue cover. It was labeled with the Blackwood family crest—a silver tree with deep roots. When she pulled the book from the shelf, it felt lighter than the others. She laid it on a reading table and opened the cover.

The world thinks Seraphina is the luckiest woman alive. A famous supermodel and married to Maximilian Thorne, the richest man on earth. She lives in a mansion and wears diamonds every day. But behind closed doors, her life is a nightmare. Her husband treats her like a toy he can break. His two brothers and sister treat her like a servant. Even his mother joins in on the abuse. She has no one. No way out. Until the new bodyguard walks in. His name is Killian Cross. Six years ago, Seraphina was his whole world. Then she ran away, leaving him alone to raise their baby daughter. He spent every day for six years hating her. He didn't take this job or hide his identity to protect her, he took it

“You just made yourself his enemy.” After school, Robert drives me back to the mansion and the ache comes out of nowhere that I wonder if mom’s also thinking about me, wherever she is or if she ever regrets leaving. Robert notices my silence. “You okay back there, Miss June?” “Fine.” I lie, staring out the window at the manicured lawns and perfect hedges that line the estate. He gives me a look in the rearview mirror before pulling up to the service entrance. As I take the stairs down to the main floor, intending to slip out to the gardens as I discovered a quiet corner behind the rose bushes where no one could bother me but voices stop me in my tracks.

Then I would return to bed, where I would absolutely not think about Dominic Blackwood, his mouth, his irritatingly controlled voice, or the way he had looked at this place earlier like a man standing in front of a grave he personally knew. I made it past one wing, then another. North Hill was an absurd maze of polished corridors, hidden turns, and rooms that seemed designed for both comfort and secrecy. One hallway opened into a sitting room with tall bookcases and a fireplace wide enough to sit in. Another led to a glass conservatory filled with dark plants, their leaves silvered faintly by moonlight. There was a music room with a piano under a velvet cover, and a library that made me stop

How can he waste everything? He decided to leave. " I just need fresh air, excuse me!", he uttered and passed between them. --- Lucy and Gale, we're both quiet. Gale's eyes were studying her movement. He quickly ran to catch her when she suddenly falls while reaching the book on the shelves. They're inside his library and Lucy offered to clean it.