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She wouldn't mind checking everything out, or whatever called her attention. There was another shelf after the award shelf. A bookshelf. It didn't contain so many books, although he had something that hooked her attention. Book of art. Clinton had a black hardcover drawing book he called Book Of Art. He used it to draw his imagination. Anthony had one too, meaning he also had an eye for art.

“Come see my new drawings! I made the one with Daddy and me at the zoo!” The living room was a disaster zone of crayons and paper. I let Nova pull me onto the floor beside her, my heart squeezing as she proudly displayed her artwork—stick figures with exaggerated smiles, a lopsided giraffe, Adrian and her holding hands. “You even got daddy's smile,” I murmured, tracing the smile she'd drawn on Adrian’s stick-figure face. Nova beamed. “Yes, I love his smile.” Adrian crouched beside us, his voice carefully light. “Nova, where's Ms. Helen?”

I rubbed my forehead, unsure of what to do. “Aren’t you going to say anything? Damn, look at this. So romantic and sensual. He imagined both of you when he bought this.” Nicole said, picking up the art book. “The pictures are out of this world, though the gift is strange. Robert Clarke is very thoughtful. I’ll give him that.” “You think?” I mumbled, staring at the picture Nicole showed me, and my eyes glazed over the sensual black-and-white art. It was a drawing of a naked silhouetted man and woman in bed, tangled with the sheets.

As she moves away, I suddenly notice the fancy butler’s cart with even more royal-looking packages carefully spaced out. Claire approaches and inspects the bounty. Then, over her shoulder, she informs me, “We’re going to do a more elevated degree of scrapbooking. The photo journals crafted for you, the king and Princess Peanut—” I love that Claire calls her this— “are one-of-a-kind, designed specifically with your individual tastes and styles in mind.” My brow jumps. “Exactly how would they known Princess Peanut’s style?” “Please.” Claire smirks, a facial expression she’s mastered of late. “That child oozes charisma and is infused with so much energy and vibrancy, she puts fireflies to shame

“So, for starters you are no longer Abigail” Whiz had produced a thick manilla envelope from a pocket in the side of his chair. He opened it and pulled out a new identification card that had my picture and most of the details were correct, but now I had a new name. “Clara is on her way over here she is going to give you a new hairstyle as well. Most of your background information does not need to change. I find that if I can stick as close to the truth as possible people have a better time absorbing and becoming their new selves.” I don’t know if Whiz could see that I was getting overwhelmed, but he reached over and patted my hand in reassurance. Once I nodded that I was ok he continued.

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His jaw tightened as he grabbed the sandwiches and dumped them into the trash before leaving for the office. Meanwhile, Violet was sitting in front of a canvas like the other students in the art hall. Claire had joined the class too, out of boredom. Violet noticed how focused Claire was on her canvas, drawing something deeply. Curious, she leaned over to peek at her work and raised her brows, holding back a smile. “How’s it?” Claire asked proudly, showing her masterpiece. Violet nodded politely. “Your tree looks so unique.” Claire’s smile vanished instantly. “It’s not a tree. It’s cotton candy.”

“I most certainly will, “ I have to. The sheer injustice of defacing books has sparked a passion within me. I can not stand to abide by such a crime. I would never forgive myself. However, I must correct this blunder before true mayhem comes to life and he is lost to chaos. For the sake of all books! I vow and look for my quill. Where could it be? “Oh, he’s drawn you a picture.”Maddie flips the letter for both of us to see. It’s another of Nicoli’s artworks- I see more stick figures. One is brown and the other purple. They seem to be eating. Bread? Or pie? And a rectangular creature, a horse/bear, sits with them. I feel my lips crack into a smile at the sight. It makes my chest grow warm and

And I sent a photo to Chriss," Claudia said suddenly. I wrinkled my forehead? "photo? What photos? Did you send a photo to Chris without my knowledge? Where's your cell phone? Give me your cell phone "I said. Claudia suddenly wore a tense face. "Hey, calm down. I'm only sending cover samples for your newest book. like this." Claudia reached into her cell phone and showed me a sample of the latest covers. A woman who is afraid of humans in the form of a wolf. That's how the cover looks like "give me your phone" I grabbed the phone. I deleted everything werewolf related. "Grisella? What are you doing?" Claudia protested