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On our eighth anniversary, my boyfriend, Liam Daniels, dragged me along to plan his marriage proposal. That exact morning, my pregnancy test came back positive. Outwardly, I teased him for ruining the surprise. Privately, I called everyone I knew to brag. My parents wept over the phone, saying time flew by too fast. My best friend, Mia Kyle, promised to beat him up if he ever stepped out of line. Even my older sister, Sarah Davis, choked up, swearing she would be there no matter how busy work got. On the big night, I wore the white dress Liam bought me. When I stepped into the venue, I realized the proposal had been transformed into a full wedding reception. I watched Liam Daniels

When their accountant of thirty years ran off with a client’s money, he found the gaps in the books in less than a week. “People think real estate is about buildings,” Peter told Matthew once. “It’s not. It’s about seeing through walls.”

"Where are you? Where did you run off to? "Come back now, and I'll let the matters that happened at today's birthday banquet slide. "Heidi Yates, I won't allow you to marry someone else!" There were more than 99 unread messages and dozens of missed calls. I didn't reply. Instead, I deleted everything and blocked him without hesitation. There had been plenty of beautiful moments in our chat history. That was why, no matter how cruel he had been, I had never once considered deleting his contact.

Chloris stood to the side as she brought out a small book with leather binding. I tried to get a good look at it but was distracted by her dress. it almost looked like the greens and blues of her dress were moving slowly. She was the most odd looking person I had ever met. Her white fluffy hair was long and almost to her waist. She had quick hands and her eyes were full of kindness and concern. I looked over at Deacon who stood in the corner. He stared long and hard at what was going on before his eyes finally landed on me. I couldn't decipher the look in his eyes but I didn't like it.

I mumbled with a full mouth. "There's extra in there. Let's keep moving." We turned the corner into another street lined with low brick buildings. One had a dusty window and a sun-faded sign that read Dog-Eared Pages. "This place is a little gem," Robbie said. "If you ever want to read up on modern stuff written for wolves from the old packs—this is where to do it. They even have books on magic you won't find in human shops." That piqued my interest immediately, but—

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“They’ve scrubbed the house clean of anything that smells like the past.” Lira leaned against the bedpost, a devious glint in her eyes. “Well... the main library has the 'official' history books, which are probably ninety percent propaganda,” she said, shrugging one shoulder. “But if the books are useless, we go to the source. The living libraries.” I arched an eyebrow, my interest piqued. “The living libraries?”

How did they have books unavailable anywhere but reading apps, and why didn’t her website mention their print availability? “Find a book that caught your eye?” Aidan asked. I felt his breath on my neck and knew he’d snuck up on me to lean over the back of the sofa. I ignored him and looked at the copyright area. And there it was in black and white: Published by Phantomedia. Oh, Byron and I will have words when I go home for winter break. Did his company only do a limited run on publishing the books? Are they only in very select markets? How connected to Well Thumbed is he? Does Shannon know? I saw some of her Dawn Phoenix books on the shelves, too.

By the time we get back to my place, I’m so horny I nearly rip my dress off. The next day, he takes me to an old bookstore that has been run by the same owner for over sixty years. She refuses to alphabetize anything, but when Damien asks her for a specific book, she knows exactly where it is. It’s cramped and crowded, full of volumes of rare old books and gorgeous hardback covers. Damien buys sme a copy of Pride and Prejudice in French.

Chloe said with amusement, "he could, I don't know, tell us something about his life in New York.” Everyone turned to see me intrigued, even Emma herself wanted me to blurt out something. "There aren't very interesting things to tell," I said to get out of the way. "Come on, you lived in New York, so you must have a lot to say about your experiences in the city," Callum said before taking a big sip of soda. "Libraries are one of the best things about it, from the public library to the Morgan Museum, they're beautiful places," I admitted, saying something true. “There I supplemented more about computers; I met many people who were looking for something and I became known for...”