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But it was there, like a low rumble of thunder before a storm, and it made something unsteady bubble in me. I couldn't help but admit, his chuckle was cute. Without another word, he reached out, pulling the book from my hands before I could react. His long fingers flipped it open, his sharp gaze scanning the title as his smirk deepened. Oh no. “A New Pet for the Mafia King by Liy Lah,” he read out loud, his voice slow, deliberate. His eyes lifted, locking onto mine with a sassy expression that made my stomach knot. “Interesting choice.” He muttered.

I glanced at him, then back at Christopher, and let the silence linger for another moment before I added, “I could read to you, just to help.” He didn’t respond, but Felix wagged his tail. I took that as a yes. I crossed the room quietly, stepping towards the bookshelf. My fingers traced over the spines until they landed on a small, paperback volume with gold-stamped lettering. I read quietly, “Jane Eyre” Perfect, I hoped. I returned to the chair diagonal from his, sank into the cushion, and opened to the first page. And as I began to read, the room softened, not entirely, but enough.

I carefully untied the ribbon that held it closed, revealing a beautifully crafted cover with intricate patterns and symbols. As I opened the book, a gust of wind suddenly swept through the room, extinguishing the candle by my bedside. The darkness enveloped me, but I wasn't alone. Whispers echoed around me, growing louder and more urgent. I strained my ears to catch the words, desperately trying to make sense of them. "Veronica, you hold the key," the voice murmured, as if carried by the wind itself. "The truth lies within you." Intrigued and unnerved, I clutched the book tightly in my hands and began to read its faded words. The first sentence was Veronica, you hold the key. The voice was

Thank you for reading The Beta and the Jewel Thief - Book 6 of the Delta's Daughter series. I would like to kindly ask you all to leave me a review on the about book page. This helps me as an author and my stories get noticed on the app. Just a few words and a great rating would be appreciated. Now I know I left this book with another cliffhanger... You still love me I know it. ;) I also know there are a few questions. Not everything could be explained, the story had well superseded any of the other books in regards to word count.

Evelina pulled a book out of her bag that she borrowed earlier in the school library. BAM!!! The thumping sound of the book she put on her desk, sounded very loud because the book was quite heavy and thick. Evelina checks the book and she realizes that she borrowed so much. She didn’t expect that the books borrowed by her were enough. So, no wonder Rissa commented on this morning. “Let’s see what books I just borrowed ...,” murmured while sorting out the book. “There’s a Sherlock Holmes novel, Her Last Word, A Time Return, ... and finally you’re my butterfly?”

She had never expected the library to be this huge! Who built this? It was fabulous! Grabbing the first book that had it's name printed boldly on it. She read out loud. "Oath Bounded To A Mobster by Evelyn Mba." Turning around, she looked down at the other person that was curled up behind the door of the room reading as if his life depended on it. She had never seen a guy read like that? And it seemed interesting. Flipping the pages open, she began to read. "Damn! He did her bad there. She isn't the one at fault. If you want Tim go get him, rather than use her as a collateral!' She yelled, rolling her eyes.

Priam took a deep breath and placed a huge hard bound book on top of the table. The surface of the book has this somehow thick build up of a combination of spider web and dust. Making it looked more gross with the peeling of its leather surface. I stared at the book for I don't long. Afraid to touch it, I looked at Priam with a confuse look on my face. "What is that?" I said. Priam pulled a chair and sat down. "I'm sure Loki have told you that I left a book for you to read when the time comes. Have you gotten your hand on it?" he said.

" I was going to have mercy on you but now, you got my shoes all bloody!" "S...sseriously?" He quivered, his trembling hands on his bloody cheek as he looked up at me, a little ray of hope in his eyes. He was pathetic. I sighed slowly. "No, of course not." I rolled my eyes. "If anything, I'm getting bored and pissed." "Lilith. It isn't so bad of a name. I mean, I see where it comes from now." A deep voice commented just as I put the knife to Joe's throat in order to finish him in a clean swipe.

“Sure thing, sweetie. I’ll bring it right up.” “Thanks Etsu.” “No problem, kiddo. And the tarts on the house.” As Etsu walked over to serve the other guy Caitlynn reached into her bag and pulled out her book. For today it was The Book Thief by Markus Zusak. She turned to her bookmark, slipped it out and began reading from page 193. Her gaze swept across the pages, dark brown eyes drinking in every word in the tale told by Death. She loved this book because the characters intrigued her, most specifically the main protagonist, Liesel.

The pages held explicit stories that made my cheeks burn and my body ache. I settled on the floor behind a dusty shelf, a flashlight on my phone, and opened the book. The words painted vivid pictures — hands sliding under skirts, mouths claiming skin, bodies pressed together in hidden corners. My breathing grew shallow. I squeezed my thighs together, trying to ignore the growing heat between them. “What are you reading, Miss Vale?”