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* Book 1: Billionaire’s Ex-Wife & His Hidden Babies Book 2: My Mate is a Witch (Caroline’s story) Book 3: The Rejected Luna: Daddy, Where is Mommy? (Calvin’s Story) Book 4: Love Over Everything: The disowned daughter (Laira's Story) [Upcoming by the end of November 2022] * Stories related to these books. Book 1: Her Unloved Mate (Vince & Crystal’s Story) Book 2: My Bride is Not a Human (Cade & Andrella’s Story) Book 3: Her Chosen Mate (Rebecca & Oliver’s Story)

She responded, and I could feel it; my heart swelled with happiness. "What story do you want us to read for you, Axel?" I asked the moment we got inside his room, and her mom reminded him to brush his teeth, and he was jumping while he went inside his bathroom while I took Megan in my arms, and we hugged each other until Axel came back, and he was showing us his white teeth. We read the stories of Jack and the Beanstalk and The Red Riding Hood, and then I smiled when he was yawning. "Good night, Dad and mom, and thank you, I am so happy tonight, and I couldn't wait to tell Kim that my mom and dad read me stories." He said, and I tucked him on his bed, and we kissed him good night.

That way, when her mistress needed something, she wouldn’t have to search for it frantically—like she had with Sebastian’s sleepwear the other day, which had earned her a scolding and… Alethea shook her head, refusing to relive that memory. Then, as she began sorting through Shareeza’s books, she furrowed her brows. Something about them struck her as odd. Most were picture books—fairy tales, legends, and folklore. But as she read the titles, she noticed a peculiar pattern. Every single one of them revolved around the same theme: wicked stepmothers. Cinderella. Snow White. Hansel and Gretel. Each of these stories painted stepmothers as cruel and unkind. Why were there no books with different

“Mommy, read another one! I want to hear the one about the knight and the dragon!” “And after that, the story about the moon! Please, Mommy?” Josh said. I groaned from the exhaustion creeping in. “Alright, alright,” I said, holding up my hands in mock surrender. “One each, but that’s it. You both need to sleep.” They cheered, and I picked up the next book, throwing myself into the voices and expressions of the characters. The knight’s commands, the dragon’s fiery roars, and the damsel’s exaggerated cries all tumbled out of me as the boys watched with wide eyes. Every time I finished one, they begged for another, their pleas tugging at my heart.

"Mama. Dada. Luna sleep?" "It's 7 PM, baby. Way past your bedtime." "Story first?" "Always story first." We followed her to her room—no longer a nursery, now a full toddler room with a big girl bed she'd recently transitioned to. "Which book tonight?" Alexander asked. "ALL books!" "We're not reading all the books. Pick three." "Five!" "Three." "Four!" "Deal. Four books." She selected them carefully. "Hungry Caterpillar. Wild Things. Good Night Moon. And... this one!"

I whispered with a loving smile, “Which story would you like tonight?” Mike’s face lit up with excitement, his tiny hands reaching for his favorite book. “The one about the brave little wolf, Mumma!” I chuckled as I opened the book, a captivating story about a young wolf’s rand adventure. Mike listened with rapt attention, his eager eyes fixed on the pages as I spun the tale of bravery and exploration. By the time I reached the part where the little wolf found solace under the silvery glow of the moon, my son was already fast asleep.

"They have books! Remember how we used to go to the used bookstore when I was a kid? ‘Storybook Land’. Oh my God, I loved that place!" "Of course I remember," she said with a chuckle. "We used to spend hours there. You were obsessed! I swear, we spent more money there than we did on food the summer you were in kindergarten. You loved that series about the puppy. What was it called again?" She was right. My mom had taken me there almost every weekend. And when things started to go wrong with my dad, it was our haven. We hid there and immersed ourselves in the pages of other worlds. Worlds where no matter what the problem might be, whether it was vicious dragons, evil monsters, or even puppies

“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 asked, smiling. Anthony, the more outgoing of Jade’s twins, selected a colorful farm story. He opened the book with careful hands and began reading in his clear five-year-old voice. “The little pig… ran across the… field to find his… mummy. He… oinked and… oinked until she… came.” Kai nodded. “Nice and clear. Keep going.” Anthony finished the page with only one soft stumble. Kai offered a high-five. “Excellent work.” Connor went next, choosing a story about a lost puppy searching for home. He spoke more slowly, concentrating hard.

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