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As I took small bites of my meal, my mind wandered back to the book's descriptions. When breakfast was finally over, I excused myself politely and headed back to the garden. I retrieved the book from its hiding place and found a secluded spot where I could read in peace. The more I read, the more I realized how much had been lost to history. The white wolves were not the monsters they had been made out to be. They were beings of incredible power and kindness, who had only sought to live in harmony with others.

Serafine opened the book again, using her hand to cover the image as she read what was on the next page out loud “Just like the way it goes, the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach, I would say the way to a man’s soul is his body” ‘Wow, this makes a lot of sense’ Serafine said within her as she read further. So far, she was enjoying what she was reading and she was relieved that there was no naughty part apart from the first page as she had not yet encountered one. Serafine read the book for a few hours until she slept off

My boyfriend, who had gone missing for a month, appeared in my soup. The shop was crowded, yet I didn't dare raise my voice. Swallowing down the bile in my throat, I staggered outside, found a secluded corner, and retched until my stomach burned. When I was done, I ran upstairs, locked myself inside, and dialed the police. An hour later, they called back. "We've checked," the officer said. "Their ingredients are all sheep offal. As for the tattooed skin you mentioned, we believe it was a standard meat inspection stamp. No missing-person reports have been filed in the city for over six months."

Asher He was browsing the history section in the bookstore, looking for something new to read. The boys were in the ice cream store, and he’d meet them later. He was about to give up when he turned into the children’s section and stood staring at the book in front of him. The cover had a bright yellow sun with a smiling face. A white, fluffy sheep sat on a porch that overlooked horses in a paddock. He picked it up and traced his fingers over the title of the book. The adventures of Morbid the sheep.

The clatter of stainless steel spoons against ceramic plates felt louder than usual, each ring echoing like a gavel in the small dining room. Tobi focused on the steam rising from the mountain of efo riro (soup) on his plate, trying to disappear into the earthy scent of locust beans and spinach. But the anonymity he had worn like a second skin for years had been stripped away by his own hands.

I don't really know anything in this house but the way they all address is boring asf. "I'm starving" I smiled. "What would you like?" He asked. "Can I have some soup please?" I brought my legs up to my chest. I don't really have an appetite, there's a lot going on in my head. "Sure" he smiled and handed me a book. "Look through here" I opened the book and it was full of all kinds of soups. "You've made all these?" "I am a chef" he laughed. "Yea that was a dumb question" I covered my face in embarrassment. "I think I'll have chicken noodle soup, please"

Hmm OK how are you doing Rim asked him and he replied that he was fine. Rim dear take this soup and eat it while still hot it will give you more energy. The old lady spoke and handed her the bowl of chicken soup first.Rim thanked her and was over whelmed when she was informed that it was the old lady herself that cooked everything for her. She ate the soup silently. When she was done with chicken soup, another bowl was handed to her. It consisted of seeds she couldn't understand so she asked;

Not wanting to read more about the poison, I tossed the book back to the stool and walked to the door as my stomach laid a complaint once again― the last straw that broke the Camel's back. Thankfully, guards and handmaids were already trooping out from their tents when the moon disappeared from the sky. I made my way to the kitchen and luckily met a few maidens who processed my request and helped me take back the delicious rib soup and roast fish, which I could not help but fall for, to my room.

Now I find myself in an unfamiliar land with three other souls inside me. I took a glance at the packet of noodles I was ready to prepare. Refusing to believe that Dante’s presence would enhance the flavor, I grabbed a book while I waited for my noodles. I stole a few of Dante’s T-shirts and hoodies so that each time I became an emotional wreck, I would wear one of the T-shirts or the hoodies. Right now, I would settle for hoodies since it’s autumn in Ozark. Emily suggested that I start reading books for them. I believe it is a little too early. Doctor orders had to be followed. So I read for the three souls that are growing inside of me while I waited for the noodles. I stood and poured the

we same in unison pointing to each other. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ ------------- “There is no such thing as a good story. There is only something like a good book. A good book is where a reader finds complete solace and comfort; a way to escape harsh realities relating to his life” - R.A Higheels If you liked this chapter, please consider leaving a review!