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“We improvise it live.” Pauly handed her a slim, battered paperback—Mockingbird, cover worn, pages gutted to hold a wafer-thin transceiver and a micro-SD slot. “Your new copy. Same weight as the real one. Press the title twice if you’re burned; it wipes your last three hours and plays an audiobook. Press the author twice and it pings us with location.” She slid the book into her tote without looking. “And if I press the spine?” “It complains about being objectified,” Pauly said.

“No, it’s me. I’m being foolish. Of course you can—” “No,” she cried. I mean, it was incredibly touching that he was willing. But it was the last thing she wanted now that she understood what she’d actually been asking. “I mean, sheesh. Paper books? Who reads those anymore? I bet I could pick this up for 99p as an epub.” He gave a slight shaken laugh. She grabbed her phone and googled. “Well, okay, $11.99 if I pretend I’m American.” “Cole, I don’t mind.”

I hope no one gives attention to his words. " Happy birthday, sister. I may not know you as Ryder do. But I do know what you like. So, this might be useful for you." Dylan said, giving me a card. It looks like a card. Now, I'm eager. All I think of is a credit card, debit card which I'm not expecting from anyone. " An amazon gift card...." " Yep, you can buy as many books as you like until you run out of this $200."

"the public has started asking questions about who the famous Andrew McCarthy's daughter is." My frown. This can't be happening. "i haven't said anything yet. But the world wants to know you, they are getting hungry and i know you said you don't want anything to do with the public, but this would be good for you if you come out. Especially for your college applications " "oh, please! Stop acting like you care, just stop! " "i do care Alexa, why wouldn't you get that ?" "because you don't. You never have and never will. I told you I want nothing to do with you. I don't want your money, your fame and most definitely not your help in getting into a good college. I can do that perfectly fine on

The saga continues with Book Two, Lullaby. If you’d like a paperback copy of Fable for your bookshelf, check out the print version on Amazon – it’ll make an enchanting addition to your book collection ;) Just search for 'Fable by Saskia Snow; on Amazon and you'll find it. And if you enjoyed reading Fable as much as I enjoyed writing it, please leave a review on Amazon or Goodreads.

"I was just… concerned about you." Oliver switched to his wounded puppy expression with blue eyes that glistened with tears. "I was afraid you'd get scammed." "Oh, please." I snorted, picked up my phone, and unlocked it right in front of him. Ignoring Sean's message, I tapped on the Amazon shopping app. "Since you said that your money is mine, I need to test that claim." I quickly typed "outdoor dance speaker" into the search bar and picked the model with the highest wattage and flashing rainbow lights. After placing the order, I set the shipping address to this estate.

The moon grew brighter, illuminating the water. I saw her. She was smiling up at the stars from beneath the water. I shifted quickly and dived into the water. I wrapped my arm around her and pulled her to the surface with me. I carried her to the bank and laid her in the grass. Goddess! She was beautiful but she wasn't breathing. She wasn't breathing. I blinked, confused and scared. I had to do something. She wasn't breathing. I tilted her head upwards and held her mouth open as I breathed two sharp breaths into it. Her chest did not rise. I placed both hands on her chest and pressed down. After pressing down several times, I placed my mouth on hers and gave her three more breaths.

He carefully wrapped the canvas pieces together with strips of fabric he tore from his own clothes. His most precious find, however, was a cache of dried berries and seeds. He recognized some of them from his childhood – hardy plants that survived even the harshest conditions. These would offer a meager source of sustenance during his journey. He meticulously stored them in the pockets of his jacket and secured his metal bucket and canvas patches to his backpack, every piece of his scavenged hoard precious. He even managed to salvage a broken piece of mirror, reflecting only a distorted image, yet invaluable for checking his condition.

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Kennedy POV. The weather was bad, but I needed to get that new book, it's Robert birthday gift, who'd knew a grown up man would kill for the newest werewolf love book. I got into my car, drove carefully toward the local book store, they had the new book reserved for me. It was supposed to one quick drive, until I walked into the library. A girl was sitting on a bean bag, her blond hair was covering her eyes with overgrown bangs, she tried to huff them away from her face but to no use. She looked young, maybe she's just here with her parents, looking down at the book she had in her hands it was a kids story. Does she read for the local kids? Or is it just for her?