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“Wanna go again?” END OF BOOK TWO

She shut the door and nagged as she got up from the bed. "Haven't you always wanted Benjamin to get married and have a kid? I was preparing supplements for him, but they were all wasted for tonight." Comment by Deborah Lim: raw said 补品在小火炉里熬了一天 but i changed it to "supplements was wasted for tonight" (since they were tired and all by now) "I've told you not to bother about these." Eleanor huffed unceremoniously. "I wonder who was the one who had been sighing because his grandson was over 30 years old but still single.

“Here's the check guys, take you time. The waitress said some back and slipped the bill on the table. Joel went to grab it before Nora but she quickly snatched smirking as she did it faster then he did.Joel chuckled lightly. Nora slipped money on to the table and stood. She motions for Joel to come on . Joel followed her quietly outside. She leaned up against her car watching him process. “Ok so I believe the whole super powers but werewolves.” Joel said, handing her the book back. “Yeah I know it's weird.” Nora said, shrugging.

An icy horror permeates me, “She knew?” “She had to have known,” Rachel throws her head back and laughs. “After all, the first thing she handed me was a forbidden book about genies. I was nine years old. I learn how to hide from them all. You’re wrong about one thing. I’m not a phony. I am intelligent because I forced myself to be. My kind has no place in this world and I taught myself everything. I excelled at everything because I had to survive, to become strong. I always considered this place home till I left. And that’s when I realized. Mistfall Wilderness Camp will never accept me as who I am. But there are others who will, who have. And they are the people who now have my loyalty!”

As they retreated from the assembly, the enchanted forest whispered its acknowledgment—a seamless continuation of the story of Nampa, where the cycles of life and leadership wove together in harmony. Luna, surrounded by the familiar scent of old parchment and ink, entered her personal library with the Book of Luna in hand. The shelves were lined with volumes chronicling the history of Nampa and her own remarkable journey. The soft glow of the room's enchanted crystals cast a warm ambiance, creating an intimate atmosphere.

Prince Dustin grab on to it and enticed her more. “Yes. Though ours bask in darkness, unlike Constancia. The kingdom housed mighty shapeshifters. Oh, and an enchanted garden that rivals the Mirror of the Moon!” Luna bit on her lower lip as she contemplated. To visit another of the three kingdom is a very tempting idea. Since coming in the Land of Lore, she’d only been in Constancia. She had always wondered what the other two kingdoms were like. Her imagination working on overdrive. Then again for the second time that day, Wulfric’s warning rang loud in her mind.

She held out the book to Noah, wanting to part with it as soon as possible. Noah gladly took it before he turned to her. “Want to switch?” he said holding out his book. “It’s about a hero fighting to change the world.” Ophelia eyed the book hesitantly, wondering if another fairytale would poke another of her fresh wounds. In the end, she took it. Losing her mind for even a second while reading was a better bargain than leaving it to misery to be consumed. She eyed the hardcover allowing her fingers to trace the embroidered title.

I wasn’t happy because Tristan can also use the spell, but I was happy because I could get to know more about the spells I'm using, which I'm sure would be in this book. The pages of the book were old. It's like it's telling the story of a thousand years gone by. The edges tingled with the passage of time. I opened the first page, and the texture of the paper was worn and soft under my fingertips. Unlike the other books, which don't have anything on their first pages, this was different. ‘Moonlit Enchantments: A Guide to Werewolf Magic,’. It was written on the first page. The scent of mystery lingered in the air like a ghostly presence as I took a quick glance at Andrian.

It was a book they had read countless times, but each time, it held a new magic, a new wonder for Theo. “Once upon a time,” Hazel began, her voice soft and soothing, “there was a little bear named Barnaby who loved to go on adventures.” Theo’s eyes widened, his attention captivated by the story. He listened intently, his tiny fingers tracing the illustrations, his imagination soaring with each word Hazel spoke. The story of Barnaby the bear, his adventures in the forest, his encounters with talking squirrels and mischievous rabbits, filled the room with a sense of magic and wonder. Theo giggled at Barnaby’s antics, his heart filled with joy.