Teri Terry Fractured A Slated Novel Book 2 นิยาย & เรื่องราว

After two days passed Kiara finally raised her head from the mountain of books that she had opened on the table and the floor then looked at the two little bats . " I got it !......I.......eehhh........I.....need some help with the reading . " said Kiara with a smile . " Are you serious ?! You have been looking at the books for two days ! If you didn't understand a thing then why bother flipping just flipping through pages ?! " said Terry who couldn't understand Kiara's behavior at all . " Eh ??? " said Kiara confused . " Whatever..........Welcome back ! Was the world of books interesting ?! " said Terry .

Crimson watched as I carried the chair in and set it beside her, "I'm going to join you in watching the egg for a while until Terry gets back." Crimson smiled, "I'd like that. But aren't you still tired?" "Only a little. I'd rather spend some time with you, though." Crimson and I then both sat down and started talking. While we were enjoying a conversation, Terry was just arriving at the public library. When Terry walked into the building, he stopped in his tracks for a moment when he saw the size of the library, "How am I meant to find a book on eggs in here? It's like a needle in a haystack."

Lisa blushed and hurriedly explained, "I-I'm just guessing! The way you were acting last night… It reminded me of what I'd read in novels and comics. Did someone set you up? They wanted you to sleep with another woman and force you into a business marriage?" Sometimes Terry did not know whether to call Lisa smart or dumb. Lisa could be obnoxiously dense about certain things, but her guesses were spot on this time. "Yeah. I got set up, but this won't happen again." Terry said. His face became somber, and something icily cold flashed in his eyes. Frightened by his coldness, Lisa fell silent for a moment. Terry reminded her of a dormant beast—anyone who tried to mess with him would awaken the b

“And I will not yield!” For a heartbeat, light flared green and gold, so bright it pierced the canopy. The tendrils shrieked. Not with sound, but with vibration, rattling the bones of the earth as they recoiled deeper into the fissures. The visions faltered, flickering at the edges. The whispers broke into static, disjointed and weak. Mirra staggered, collapsing to her knees again. Sweat poured down her face, her chest heaving. The forest was not healed—far from it. The corruption remained, heavy and festering. But the tendrils had been pushed back. The fissures sealed, if only temporarily.

Terry asked, a disgusted frown on his face as he yanked my hair to the left, revealing the bite marks on my neck and shoulder. “Fuck….” I muttered, pulling away from his grasp, knowing I should have worn something that would offer more coverage. “That bastard... marked you?” Terry asked, holding a firm grip on my wrist, causing a faint whimper of pain to escape my lips. “What do you care about? We hooked up what? Twice? Thrice? It doesn't matter; you brought this on me anyway, so let me go." I muttered, trying to muffle my remarks. “You let him Mark you? Do you have any idea who he truly is?” Terry had pure rage in his eyes as he spoke; cold chills ran down my spine, his grip on my wrist fe

I moaned. “Umh… then what is the content of that book?” asked Terrence. A second later Terrence’s wristwatch make a deafening ring. Terrence let out a deep sigh then give me gentle stroke right on the top of my head. He said that he have to return to his work room and send some important file to her CO-worker and he asked me to opened it by myself. Firstly I refused it because I was worried that inside the book there is magic speels which is can make someone in danger situation. But Terrence chuckled and mocked me as the coward nerd while pinching my nose until turned red. I pursed my lips when Terrence leave me alone here.

Jessica took a sip of warm water and said, "I just felt it was too much trouble." "No trouble, it will be fine in half an hour." He said, smiling slightly, "Wait, is it possible?" When Terry said this, he looked at her with tender eyes, almost overflowing with warmth. His sincere male voice was filled with a coaxing tone, and Jessica couldn't bring herself to say the three words "not allowed". She bit the edge of the cup and said, "Shall I lend you a hand?" "No need." Terry switched the bag to his left hand and said, "You go ahead and read the book first."

He said handing me a file. When I open it, I growl loudly. That motherfucker tortured his own mate. Her body is covered in bruises. There are broken bones that are healing incorrectly. She is severely malnourished. There are mental health issues from the torture now too. How the fuck did she survive this without a wolf? I handed the file to Thalia and hold her. She is going to get emotional, and I need to hold her through it. As she is reading the file, her hands start shaking and her anger is palpable.

Xavier 's pov I was sitting in my office library engrossed in my work . Different cases require different references to various clauses and sectons of warewolf penal codes . My library consists of multiple books ranging from legislatures,civil law books to historic fictions. You name a book at it will be here in my library. I got up from my seat and searched through the multiple shelfes looking for the red covered book which has a case similar to the present one at my hand.

- Nathaniel replied, punching him in the stomach again. Miguel's face twitched in pain and he began to spit blood, but Nathaniel only laughed at the sight, walked around his victim and punched him in the back again, then grabbed his arm, pulling up and twisting Miguel's arm in the process, which was accompanied by a crashing sound of breaking bones. Miguel groaned and tried to pull away from him, which he obviously failed, so he took a chance and swung his free hand to strike, but Nathaniel made a quick dodge and grabbed his other hand, squeezing it so tightly that he broke Miguel's fingers, and after that with all his strength he banged his head against the wall, breaking nose, from which a