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Pearl yells at the closed door and Gwen giggles. Slowly the other women file in. I load up a bowl of potato soup that Julie brought. She even fried up some bacon to sprinkle on top and I think I've died and gone to Heaven. Gwen's new recipe for spinach dip feels like an orgasm in my mouth and I decide to ask Ev to do every book club with me forever, if only for the snacks. I listen as they talk about the book. We're on the downward swing of it now, the main conflict resolved with only the aftermath of the battle left to go through. It's a more emotional part of the story and I'm surprised Pearl even read it.

It gave him a feeling like he was back three thousand years ago. While Uri was reading a book intently, the people in the cave spread out to each other. Children sat on cushions obediently playing together; men cleaned up mountain caves, and women lit a fire to cook a large pot of soup. With fire, the mountain cave becomes warmer. Moments later, the delicious smell of soup began to spread throughout the cave. The women scoop the soup into bowls and give it to everyone. Although Uri had already eaten breakfast, he still took a bowl of hot soup scented with meat and potatoes and ate it well.

I mistook his welled up eyes for pain but now I realise they shone in happiness that day. "I promise, Zee. You are my little brother. Welcome to the family." I gave him a bear hug and patted his shoulder. We finished our coffee while I told him about my childhood mischiefs. I found a book on the study table names 'A third serving of chicken soup for the soul' in Tamil version. I heard about this book is a heart touching one. I flipped the pages aimlessly. He came out changed into a t-shirt and sweatpants. "Do you read this? Or is it your thatha's book?"

The bookshelf was just as tall as Andrew so he could easily access the books there. The bookshelf had all sorts of books, ranging from fictional novels to nonfictional novels, to educational novels and textbooks. Her eyes caught titles like; The Redwall series by Brian Jacques, Caddie Woodlawn by Carol Ryrie Brink, The House on Mango Street by Sandra Cisneros and a lot more. Even the Encyclopedia was in his bookshelf. And there was also some novels on the basis of business and finance. The book the lad was currently reading was The Absolutely True Diary of a Part-Time Indian by Sherman Alexie.

she tells me and she goes back to her book, while I continue watching my show. I was watching the series You on N*****x about a serial killer, it is very interesting. Jolene was reading a book called Shadow and Bone about a girl who discovers she has a very rare type of power. After thirty minutes, she joins me in the bed. She takes my phone from my hands and she kisses me. her pregnancy has made her very horny.

I say this out loud and I immediately regret my action, Derick is making me think about things i didn’t want to. Pushing the thought to the back of my head, I pick up the bowl of soup and I begin to eat. It contains some rosemary leaves which I believe helps in aiding healing and other. Let’s just say this soup is just what I needed because when I am done taking it, a kind of energy surges through my body and even my dormant wolf purrs in ecstasy for a while. I might get out of bed quicker than I thought. Looking around the room, I gently drag myself out of bed and walk towards the wooden shelves that contain books.

I threw a pillow at his face. Now here I am, sitting in my car, parked by the sidewalk near the local park. It’s one of the few places that actually gives me peace. Kids running around, screaming in delight, parents chatting on benches, the smell of cheap popcorn floating in the breeze, it’s... normal. Almost painfully normal. I flipped open the book on my lap and read aloud, “Ancient Werewolves Of Bluestone" Hm. I turned the page and scanned the chapter title: Origins of the Bluestone Alpha Lineages.

It was chill on the air this night while a soft fire glowed in the hearth. The soup still boiling, Mama asked Raven, “You can’t forget to stir. My dear child, I hope you’ve absorbed all these books. You’ve read them many times.” Alexandre looked wistfully at the pot. This soup had been cooking ever since they settled here. The cabin was half covered by moss and Ivy when she acquired it. The wild flowers grew and the trees made a dome of beautiful protection. The Forrest has only grown since then. The magic has filled the space with such a warm safe feeling.

Weather still holding comms down further north. I send back a thumbs-up and type: In Ivalo. Have local help. Will head north the second there’s a window. I pocket the phone and go ladle up some soup in a large mug, Chicken noodle with vegetables. It’s thick and rich. Tastes just like heaven. Whatever’s waiting up there… James frozen in some drift, James walking back into the store with that half-smile… I’m going to be there. Even if it kills me. ***

It will have to do. The cold air bites at my skin as I take out my flask and a can of soup. The first sip of hot water warms me, easing the tension in my muscles. I twist the lid off the soup and wrinkle my nose at the sight of the thick, brown cream of mushroom. My stomach groans, protesting the thought, but hunger wins. I gulp it down quickly, my eyes watering as I swallow each cold, slimy mouthful. When the can is empty, I rinse the taste away with another sip of water and tuck everything neatly back into the bag.