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"You’re such an adorable boy, Nate. You know that? Devon would be so proud—so relieved—just to hear you say those words." Nathaniel’s eyes sparkled with a shy curiosity. I lowered my voice, as if sharing a sacred pack secret. "Can I tell you another secret?" He nodded eagerly, the heavy fur coat shifting on his small shoulders. "Yes." "It’s actually way more fun when you get to ride on one." Nate’s eyes widened, shimmering with awe. "You mean... like an actual piggyback ride?" I chuckled, the sound swirling into the cold air. "Exactly like that. Whatever a 'piggy' is. And I am very sure your Papa would be ecstatic to take you for a run through the woods."

“Quiet doesn’t mean unbothered. Just good at hiding it.” We fell into silence. The only sound was distant thunder rumbling above ground. I wondered how long we’d be down here. Minutes stretched. My mind wandered to how close he was. How alone we were. “Tell me something,” I said finally. “Why’d you become a librarian? You don’t seem like the type who likes being stuck behind a desk all day.” Mr. Kane exhaled softly. “Books don’t talk back. They don’t expect small talk. I like the order. And the stories. What about you? History major with a focus on obscure trade? That’s not common.”

He was in the middle section, the part Saoirse had described, the place where Victor stopped writing to one person and started writing to another. Nate’s jaw moved. He pressed his lips together briefly. He kept reading. The room was entirely quiet. Outside the garden was doing its Saturday morning things, indifferent as always, and somewhere upstairs the twins were with Levi and the house was full of the ordinary sounds of a Saturday and in this room Nate was reading a letter his father had written thirty years ago to a child who had not yet been born. He reached the last paragraph. I watched him read it. His face did the thing.

Where were you and what's that you have in your hand, she asked as she pointed at the book I was holding. Oh this…it's a book, I got bored and tired of waiting for you so I went to Nate's study to get a book to read. Oh! How nice, she said cunningly. I made sure not to look at her or even give her a reply. I completely ignored her teasing me. What book did you get then? It's a novel, a romance novel. Can I also get books to read from Nate's study? Of course, there are books there but you can only get a book to read per time not books.

Nate Nate lit a cigarette, the flame briefly illuminating the sharp lines of his face. He exhaled slowly before speaking again."Your revenge is ours now. Tell me, where’s Bruno?" A flicker of something unreadable passed through his eyes as he added, "And the Crowned Trinity."

he mocked walking towards Nate. His breath was coming out fast and in short gasps, he could feel his whole life force run dry inside him With tears, uncontrollable tears streaming down his cheeks "Well, it's not too late for her to find out, why don't we play a little game Natty boy" he muttered smirking evily at Nate, he squatted on from of his spread legs and slowly used his hands to trail his thighs, making Nate suck in a breath, he starts shaking his head violently, he could hear the muffled cries of his sister in the background, but his head felt like it would explode

"Yeah we better come with you or you'll go alone and get in some dumb shit that would make me worry." I grinned brightly with a bunch of fries in my mouth. "Great." "How do we get inside?" Nathan queried. "Um did he have anything that belonged to you?" Nathan shook his head but Colton thought for a second before nodding. "Yeah, he wanted to invest in the IT industry so he had taken a few books from my dad." I clapped my hands gleefully. "Great let's go pick up those books then." "Wait let me ask dad which ones they are."

"It's what made me actually enjoy reading. Before that, I only read because school forced me to. Then Jane Austen dragged me into the classics." Nate's face lit up with an expression that carried something nostalgic and deeply personal. "My family lives in Bath," he said, almost like a special confession. "Her city. I grew up visiting the house she lived in, walking the streets that inspired her novels." "Seriously?" I perked up, leaning back a little so I could look at him with genuine enthusiasm. "That's amazing! It must've felt like growing up inside a book." "Maybe one day I'll take you there," he said, kissing the tip of my nose gently. "I can show you all the secret spots, the hidden b

I mean with Ancient English and all, it all just seems boring. But reading “the great gatsby” is more interesting than I thought. I was deeply engrossed in the book when I felt a tap on my shoulder, I flinched and sprang my head up to meet the angry gaze of Na..Nathan? “Nathan? What are you doing here?” I was quite bewildered because Nathan is the last person to be seen in a library. Like most typical boys, He hates novels. “I knew I would find you here.” That makes more sense, he came for me.

That counts for something, right? My name is Annalise McDermott. And for the record, I am a nerd. A hopeless romantic. A person who believes in love even when it clearly hates me back. This is my playbook, a chronicle of terrible timing, questionable decisions, and the kind of love that shows up when you least expect it, usually right after you've sworn you’re never falling in love again. So here is a little friendly advice: do not follow my advice. At least not until the very end.