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Damn, Freckles. The first book I pulled out was called “Images You Should Not Masturbate To”. I snorted, flipping through a couple of pages and shaking my head. That sarcastic streak of hers ran deep. I grabbed another, the title catching my eye: “How to Traumatize Your Children: 7 Proven Methods to Help You Screw Up Your Kids Deliberately and with Skill.” I let out a short laugh, one that came from somewhere I’d almost forgotten existed. Then there were the others—Fancy Coffins to Make Yourself, Do-It-Yourself Coffins for Pets and People, and, for good measure, How to Raise Your IQ by Eating Gifted Children. I shook my head, glancing back at her still sleeping form.

I couldn't handle another round of twenty questions about why I'd left school early. How exactly do you tell your cop father that a guy just called you his "mate" and your entire body went haywire? Yeah, that conversation wasn't happening. I collapsed onto my bed, surrounded by the comfort of my weird little room. Most girls had pop stars on their walls. I had vintage horror movie posters, sketches of werewolves, and a truly concerning collection of vampire novels. What can I say? The supernatural had always called to me, even as a kid. My current book was still sitting on my nightstand where I'd left it this morning - "Moon Bound," another werewolf romance that Amy would probably roll her e

Thane dragged, “you mean everything, right?” I could see his point. Everything here gave me the creeps and made me feel uncomfortable—everything down to the creepy fur rug that covered the floor of this study, or whatever she might have chosen to call this place. “How about these?” Thane asked, drawing my attention to a shelf full of creepy books and tomes. “Not that. Creepy, but not creepy enough,” I said. “I smell blood and death all over them,” he said. “Fun, but not what I’m looking for,” I replied.

Finally, she found the one she was looking for. Layla managed to grab the book and add it to her stack in her arms when her eyes caught sight of something. A book stood out among the rest. It was bound with dark brown leather and had brandished designs on the spine. The title read - Malleus Vampiro: A Treatise on Vampires. Placing her other books on the floor, Layla pulled the leather-bound book from its home amongst the others and opened it. As her eyes skimmed the pages, she caught a couple of words; SHADOW STALKERS, BLOODSUCKER, PHANTOMS.

Leah indeed loved reading comics. But... "'The Last Supper of a Serial Killer,' 'The Singing Voice of the Sewer,' 'Horror Nursery Rhymes,' 'You Look Delicious,'" Diana's expression gradually contorted. Well, let's see what books she has been reading lately instead. "'How to Kill Your Neighbor,' 'Abnormal Psychology,' 'Self-Improvement for Beauties,' 'Advanced Handbook for Pro-Level Girls,'" Diana muttered. "What the hell is all this?" Just then, a notification sound chimed.

I got squeamish about bugs and snakes, but what's there to be scared of from a book? "I found one of his more recent books when I was shopping for new stuff; now I'm going through his back-list. I watched some of the movies based on his books, too, but I didn't know they were from his book until I saw the lists." "Hey, let me know what you think when you're done reading," he said excitedly. "I can recommend the ones l like to you if you haven't read them yet." "I'm surprised you even read," I said honestly.

Misfortunes find them wherever they happen, especially that old woman is her biggest misfortune, as it will make her go crazy one day because of what she does to her. sera looked inside his eyes, trying to control herself and not look afraid at all, so he wouldn't feel this thing, and she said to him, pretending: You surprised me when you came suddenly. I've been looking for you so you can tell me more about this kingdom and this amazing place, I'm really very excited to know more things. about here. As you know, this place is very strange to me and contains things that I thought were superstitious, but I saw with my own eyes what is happening here and that there are really wolves, so I want

Seeing the stack of books piled up high on top of the table I knew I had found the right table. “Alec, I think we should go look in the kitchen. No one is back here.” Savenia said. “That my dear is where you are drastically wrong.” Once we reached the back table I watched as Savenia looked at several of the titles of the books piled on top. “History of the Werewolves. Psychology of the Paranormal. Ancient Greek Mythology. Witches and their Divine Power. Fae and the Woodland Creatures. The History of Dracula and the Vampire Methodology. Werebears and Shifters of all Kinds. Whoaaa. Those are some serious titles. I wonder who checked all these books, then lifted them here.” Savenia said.

“My first book is: The Red Bugs In My Blanket Are as Big as My Butt.” Silence swept the space. Then, Edgar and Joel looked at their drinks and foods, as if they heard nothing. Hunter's excitement vanished as he watched his friend's unperturbed expressions. "Why?!" he complained. "Is it really bad?" “I suddenly feel scared if Hunter writes something about werewolves,” Joel said to Edgar. “Right,” Edgar agreed. “The human might hate us even more if they read it.” “Hey!” Hunter complained. “That’s hurting me a lot. Try to read it first! I have the first three chapters on my laptop. Who wants to read it first?”

Calderon has nodded excitedly, thrilled that Macey, the librarian, has left her seat to check on him, a simple invader. “Cool, I rarely see students marvel through that corner of this library. There are only a few and I could even count them using my ten fingers,” Macey has let out a bitter giggle. “I bet paranormal stories weren't the trend these days. People tend to be more realistic now. Nobody believes in ghosts and creatures aside from scared kids.” “I don't think so. Fantasy stories with vampires and werewolves as characters are gaining attention.” “Really?” “As what I've observed online.”