Novel & Cerita The Green Book Novel

Chapter 8 Who Else? Now that Colin knew I was working for Greenwald, I didn’t have to hide any of my books or keep my thoughts to myself. He still grumbled, but he’d accepted—for the moment—that trying to come up with something to give the asshole to get him off our backs was the best option. So when we’d gotten home and scarfed our giant sub sandwiches, I spread all the books out on the table and got back to work. I made notes while Colin stepped outside and called his pack council; I hunted down references while he flopped on the couch and read the news.

She exclaimed excitedly, snatching the key up to her hands as she made her way out quickly. Karen peered the key through an old door knob. And when it finally opened, she stepped in slowly shutting the door behind. “Oh wow,” she proclaimed as she walked around the room admiring the sequential arrangements of different categories of books placed on the shelves. And when she spotted a big green book quoting “LYCANS” she grabbed it instantly, scrolling through the pages. “I guess this could be it” she muttered and while she turned to leave, she halted as soon as she saw an envelope dropped down the book.

Jake My eyes flicked from building windows to side streets and cars, ignoring the mess and the destruction I scanned for movement, even the slightest twitch but saw nothing I had been doing this for so long now that I had learnt t trust myself, I got a sense, a gut feeling when shit was about to hit the fan and right now everything felt calm. But we had a newbie in the truck, so I wasn’t about to take any chances, especially not when that newbie was Clara West.

"Take those eye contact lenses off." "Huh?" "Those blue eye contacts you're wearing. Take them off." I sighed. "Chloe..." "Take them off." I sighed again, a sign of giving in. I stopped my tracks, which made her stopped hers too and placed my books on a random table nearby. I carefully took my contact lenses out and placed them where they belong. "See?" Chloe said as I picked my books up again. "You look so much better with green eyes." "Thanks," I grinned. "It's so weird to go on without them. It just feels..."

Not the contained coiled energy of someone managing fear. He walked in like someone who had made a decision and was at peace with it. He was carrying the green book. I looked at it. Then at him. He sat down in the chair across from my desk without being invited. That was new. He set the green book on the desk between us. Didn't push it toward me. Just placed it there. A reference point rather than an offering. He looked at me directly. "The library," he said. Two words. I held his gaze.

I can’t stop thinking that the person who sent the gift could have some bad intentions towards me and my baby. There’s always this constant worry and fear in the back of my head wherever I go. After class, I decided to head to the library one afternoon to look for a certain book that was needed for my lesson the following day. I spent almost thirty minutes in there trying to look for the book and doing some research which was going to be submitted in three days. I tried to focus on my studies and ignore the bugging thoughts about Jolene.

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