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“Thank you. Indeed, I have an important reason. It is why I must meet with your mother as soon as possible. Time is of the essence.” The houses here were designed to take on the forest’s tough climate. That much Flavian could see. They were unique but visibly durable and had survived countless storms. The circular houses with pointed roofs also gave justice to the witches’ identity, where their houses matched their reputation—enchanting, bizarre, and enticing. Among the biggest, if not the biggest, was the one in the middle where Flavian was led into. As Pantheia opened the door, he immediately felt a strange air embrace him. Truly, almost everything about the coven is mystifying.

However, without my connections and support, Lily's business started to decline rapidly. She had no choice but to swallow her pride and go around begging for business deals. Unfortunately for her, everyone knew about John's gambling habits, and no one dared to collaborate with her. Her company was on the verge of collapse. Then, the debt collectors showed up at their door. That was when Lily found out John had been using their house deed to borrow money for gambling. When she got the call, Lily was driving, and she stared daggers at John in the passenger seat. "You gambled again, didn't you?"

Far in its bones, this house was alive. I found the study two doors down. Unlocked. There were floor-to-ceiling books along the walls inside. A glass tray had a half-full decanter of amber whiskey. The fireplace was cold but there was still the scent of burnt cedar in the air. I ran my fingers along a row of spines, titles in Latin, philosophy, eroticism, war. One book had a hidden cutout in the middle. A flash drive inside. I removed it. Behind the desk, I saw a framed photo.

“Do you find these books a little strange?” Alice turned and looked at Xander “I feel the same way!” Alice answered, because it was a little strange. The house they enter has a lot of dust, even for the bed, they have to clean the downstairs which is full of dust. And finding that the books on the second floor were clean made them a little suspicious. That means, before them there must be someone else who entered this house. But because she felt it was not too dangerous, Alice turned back to the pages of the books that were open. Alice stared at the title,--'IMMALITY'—Alice frowned. He reads the book

I still didn't understand what she was trying to say. Three months ago, i–or we in particular, got a video from an anonymous sender. It was a partially blurred video of a place in Golden City, called Mount Olympia. It had a slight description written : 'Mount Olympia, Home of gods on Earth, House of Zeus. I definitely wanted to ignore the video, since I couldn't believe a mansion on a mountain was home to gods, most especially, Zeus. But, Zara insisted we upload it, to be sure of it's source, and how legit it was.

TWELVE The Beast spilled into the house, quick as running water, inky and filthy water from deep within a well. It had teetered for too long, poured out now, something glorious in its release. When it opened its mouth to roar, it did so not with anger, but ecstasy. The sound it made was akin to dead branches clattering together.

“On time…?” “To remove the curse!” Megandra smiled and turned towards the little house. “Oh…” I glanced at Finn who frowned and shook his head. I shrugged and followed her inside leaving the Jaguar purring in the garden, her ears well scratched. We walked up the steps onto the porch and Megandra opened the door for us. We walked into the small yellow house looking around. The floors creaked beneath our feet and the entire house smelled of allspice and star of anise, making my mouth water. The entry way opened up into a large cozy living room where there were hundreds of books stacked haphazardly on shelves. A fireplace sat on the far side of the room, but wasn’t lit. Several different patter

Kennedy POV. The weather was bad, but I needed to get that new book, it's Robert birthday gift, who'd knew a grown up man would kill for the newest werewolf love book. I got into my car, drove carefully toward the local book store, they had the new book reserved for me. It was supposed to one quick drive, until I walked into the library. A girl was sitting on a bean bag, her blond hair was covering her eyes with overgrown bangs, she tried to huff them away from her face but to no use. She looked young, maybe she's just here with her parents, looking down at the book she had in her hands it was a kids story. Does she read for the local kids? Or is it just for her?

When he got to the house he was told that Mrs xell left earlier to see a friend off, but she would be back in a jiffy, he was shown a space where he would wait on Mrs xell but he preferred to wait at the library. A hollow space at the left side of the house, the corners had scents that reeked of old books and vintage interiors but mostly old books so it was easy to notice the library at the corner of the house. He was busy reading the titles from the book spine and touching each and every one of them for a perfect pick. The library made the books attractive with its high ceilings and well crafted shelves that stood in the rooms displaying books of all topics and sizes, but mostly business. M

Third-person POV Kaylee locked the door and sauntered toward the bed where the half-naked man lay. Her red stilettos made her presence known in the room as they made contact with the smooth floor. Adam grinned mischievously at the beauty that stood in front of him. His trousers were discarded in a corner a while back before she arrived. She was as beautiful as the cardboard cut-out he was shown when he picked her. No doubt she was the sexiest in the whore house.