Quotes From The Book Looking For Alaska Mga Nobela at Kwento

They were all adjusted alphabetically. He then randomly picked a book. ‘If I had your Face – By Frances Cha’ He read the title. He opened the book. On the first page, there was her name and a date written. The date when she either got the book or started reading it. He flipped through the pages. She had underlined some context. Marked notes somewhere. Scribbled replies to some lines. He laughed to himself. There was this line she had highlighted, “In New York, you can talk to anyone about anything at any time and have a conversation so long you'll fall a little in love with that person, and then never see them again.”

“The witches.” I couldn’t breathe, they were supposed to be coming for me, not him. How was I even going to make it back? I was in agony, my vision was blurring. The streets were dark with only a few lights on. I wasn’t even sure if I could remember the way back. The book. The one Logan had given me, it said wolves can link their families. I didn’t know if it would work, but I had to try. “Sam??” I call out as tears ran down my face, there was silence, I wasn’t even sure if it had worked.

Disappointment was beginning to feel all too familiar to Alexa, that and frustration as Alexa couldn’t help but feel disappointed when she once again woke up to the silver snow-covered trees. She was beginning to get sick of the frost covered trees, whose bare branches reached up like bony fingers searching for a sliver of sunlight. Begging for the warmth she too wished she could reach. An urge that she could match herself as she felt her frostbitten fingers begin to burn when she reached out toward the fire. A fire that was miraculously still burning even after a full night’s worth of snow.

She cleared her throat, over-enunciating as though performing Shakespeare at the Globe Theatre. “Love isn’t patient, love isn’t kind… it’s fire, and it burns everything it touches.” She looked at me expectantly, starry-eyed. I wanted to slide under the table and melt into the floor. Was this real life? Was I being forced to quote my own tortured prose like a trained parrot? “Um.” My voice cracked. “Yes, that… that does sound like something I wrote.” “It is!” another boy shouted. “Page two seventy-three, right after the betrayal scene! I highlighted it!”

I read until my eyes burned and my head ached. Nothing. Not one single record of an alpha being marked from the inside out. Not by a mate. Not by anyone. My frustration grew sharp and ugly. “That’s impossible,” I said aloud, voice echoing softly. “Something like this does not just happen without precedent.” I looked around more to see if there was something I was missing… I looked toward the inner safe and saw a book. The book did not sit with the others. It rested alone on a lower pedestal, darker than the rest, its cover smooth like stone but warm when I stepped closer. The title shimmered faintly, letters shifting until they settled.

“First, Alaska is cold as hell. It’s all snow and more snow, maybe blood on a lucky day.” “Blood?!” “Yes, mostly wild wolves fighting. It’s a nasty sight. Don't even think about it.” Thank goodness. My heart just skipped. I thought he was involved in something life threatening. “Signal is pathetic here, even with a satellite phone. I’m in Anchorage right now, thankfully the signal here was better, enough for me to finally speak to you. You’ll like it here. In the mornings, the snow is pretty. It reminds me of you,” I blinked, then laughed. I tried to image Xavier staring out of the windows at the planes of snow and imagining me. “Me? The snow? I'm the furthest thing from a snow person. I hat

They try not to make themselves a target and following two people home is a lot easier and they really don’t have time for such things. "Of course I wouldn’t miss it" "Alaska is an amazing young woman. You must be incredibly proud of her" Jax looks at Alaska just as her emerald eyes fix on him once more. "I am, more than I could ever tell her" "Alaska is a strange one ever since that first day that she walked into my office…"

"Goodbye, sister.” The dark hole closed up the second he was gone, and Alexa crumbled to the floor, staring in disbelief. "No…" she shook her head. “No! He didn't just… no!” Her breaths fell out in quick succession, her chest rising and falling with each ragged sound. As she stared at the space where he had been standing seconds ago, her mind took her down memory's lane. *FLASHBACK* Her eyes glowed as she opened the book. She knew she wasn't supposed to be here. She knew she wasn't supposed to be reading this particular book, but little Alexa had the curiosity of all wolf's in the whole universe conjured into her.

“And you are being reckless. One of us has to be intelligent.” The tension between us thickened, but neither backed down. Finally, Alexa exhaled and opened the journal. There was silence as nothing happened. No smoke, no glow, and no curse. It was just paper. Alexa blinked once, then flipped a page, another, and then she burst into laughter, loud, sharp, and unrestrained. This made me frown. “What?” I asked, looking at her. Alexa doubled over slightly, clutching the book as her laughter echoed through the room. “Oh… this is gold,” she muttered in her laughter.

Joe muttered a curse under his breath but kept walking, probably debating whether survival was even worth it at this point. Luckily, moose were abundant in Anchorage, so it wasn’t long before we stumbled upon exactly what we were looking for—a fresh, steaming pile of shit. Nikolai grimaced, scrunching his nose. "That’s… very fresh." “Nice!” I grinned. Joe gagged audibly and staggered back with his hands raised in a desperate bid for mercy. "No—no, no, no… wait—” I unleashed my alpha aura. "Get in there."