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I think he groaned but it's almost inaudible. "Here..." He drawls as he passes me a book, wrapped in plain black cover. It's nothing fancy. Like any mere book you'd find randomly. "This is my most accounted journal. No one's ever read it. You'll be the first. Consider it a gift from me." "Why should I read it?" He comes to sit on the bed and locks his eyes on mine for the umpteenth time today. I can't count how many times he's played me inside those field orbs of his. "What's the most powerful piece in Chess, little eagle?"

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I was so over this crap, I just wanted Charlie back in my arms, it was horrible with her being so far away “You are supposed to be my brother, do you not want to help me?” “It’s not that I don’t want to help, I just think we might be falling into a trap” Kayla comes quickly into the office carrying a large book, she looks flustered as she slams the open book down on the table sending bits of dust everywhere and making me cough. Kayla apologises and asks if we have heard about the one to rule them all. I look at Alexander and he looks just as puzzled as me “What do you mean the one to rule them all?”

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I need to share with you what Russell has learned. "Oh." It didn't sound very good. I looked around for something to use as a bookmark. Clive snatched the book from my hands and placed it open on my page, book block on the seat. "No! This is the first edition. You loosen the binding." “Then I guess you’ll need to get back soon to continue reading, right?” "How many enemies can one book nerd have?" The trip home was less exciting given the topic of discussion.

I needed to get to the library, get some research done before I bother my Alpha with only assumptions, I need to know what I’m talking about, so he will know if we are truly in danger or not. I walked into the library to find almost every book we have on witches sitting at the large reading table, some were flipped over holding the book open to where someone had stopped reading, others had pieces of paper sticking from between pages. I picked one up with paper sticking out, making sure not to remove it and sat down and began where whoever was reading stopped. I flipped the page to the next chapter titled, Hybrid Abilities when someone cleared their throat. I looked up to see Russ standing

The day her rule ends and his game begins..... 28 th june,2018 Astana Russia Thunder Pack Time 11:05 5 minutes before the attack..... I am sitting on the rocks of Ishim river Thinking of how beautiful this flowing water looks like to a bystander who is unaware of it's deadly strength to drown the biggest and strongest of beings . Beautiful things are pleasing but once you mess with them they can be dangerous as well. Just like Xavier . In the silence of night under the canopy of trees I look up at the full moon shining bright up in the sky.

Her cathedral. She slouched into her best corner chair—stuffed, tufted velvet in tired blue—pullding out a book from her tote. A quiet night's reading before bed was now her ritual, and for tonight, she opened what was familiar and comforting: *The Light Between Oceans*. The book always bore its imprint on her. Loss. Forgiveness. Breaking and binding decisions. She opened to the top of it, and the world disintegrated. Somewhere in the city—several stories above, in a steel and glass building—Julian Blackwood lay in his dark, sleek bedroom, staring at the book she had given him.

I nodded at him surprised by his thick Russian accent. Sitting down I curled my feet up under me and removed my bookmark and began reading the start of a new chapter. The room was kind of cold and I was about to get up to put on some socks and maybe my sweater when Roark stood up walking to a closet in the hallway. He returned with a soft black throw handing it over. It kind of creeped me out, half because he read my mind and a half because I was reading a book about somebody who just knew things about people. I knew in all actuality it was probably because I had been rubbing my arms and moving around a lot.