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I didn’t get into college, so I took a job driving a city bus. Once I finished training, I started working the night shift with Uncle Tim. He had always been the kind of guy who followed every rule. But that night, he wouldn’t let me pick up a single passenger. He even made me keep the bus dark the entire route. Uncle Tim died shortly after that incident. A few days later, someone told me something that made my blood run cold. Uncle Tim had actually been dead for quite some time. So who the hell had been riding with me that night?

Princess Merlara is awoken by her sister with news of an attack heading their way. Merlara learns that an arranged marriage between her eldest sister and Prince Kaelen of the Southern Kingdom is their only hope for military aid. But when her sister flees, Merlara steps up, disguising herself as the bride-to-be and setting off towards the Southern Kingdom. Her journey takes a turn when her convoy is attacked, and she is captured by a mysterious and powerful warrior named Cerus, from the Eastern Kingdom. Mistaking her for Merlara's eldest sister, Cerus vows to return her to her husband to be and they travel together to the Southern Kingdom. But the journey there ignites something deep be

I mostly just needed something to do with my hands, something to occupy my mind so it wouldn’t keep replaying that strange moment in the kitchen from yesterday morning. I stood in front of the tall oak bookshelf, slowly sliding books back into their places. The pack’s library was enormous and beautiful, filled with old leather-bound volumes that probably cost more than my family’s entire house. Yet most of them looked untouched. Just like everything else in this place, expensive, perfect, and cold. I was so focused on arranging the books by height that I didn’t hear him enter the room. “Reina.” His deep voice cut through the quiet like a blade.

Chapter Four The first time I saw Lila that night, I didn’t think much of it. I was walking home from the library, earbuds in, ignoring the chill in the October air. The streetlights cast long shadows across the cracked pavement, flickering as if they had secrets of their own. I had my hoodie zipped up, hands buried in pockets, and my backpack slung lazily over one shoulder. That’s when I saw her—or at least someone who looked like her.

I said, earning another kick, but I could tell Matt was as antsy to check out the place as I was. It didn’t take me long to get my room set up just the way I wanted it. I’d packed carefully, which made unpacking a breeze. I finished a little before noon, the final steps making sure all my books were in the right order on my shelf. When I poked my head in Matt’s room, it didn’t look much different than it had the night before. He was on the bed, flipping through an old comic book. “Ready for lunch?” He tossed the comic book on the floor and slithered off the bed. “Yeah, I’m starving, let’s go see what kind of hillbillies live around here.”

I'm guessing they pretended to be going to bed then quickly changed. "Nothing!" Matt shrugged his shoulder. He was only fifteen, but already taller than all of us. All my siblings looked just like me. Snow white skin and black raven hair. The only thing that stood out on me was my eyes. My sibling had dark brown, but mine were a midnight navy. "Doesn't look like nothing." I teased, looking to our sister Hailey. She wasn't good at lying. "Matt has a stupid crush on a fairy. He wants us to sneak out to try and find her."

But neither the gods know what sinister mysteries lurk in the quiet, lush town, hiding behind the endless sea of weeping willows and towering mahoganies. Today is the day that the Midnight Club goes on yet another one of their pretentious adventures; leaving behind Isaac who was still high on alprazolam, Gwyneth who was still in dreamland, and Dean who has unfortunately passed off. The sun is just starting to shed off its blankets at 7 in the morning. Dew on the shrubs and bushes along the streets and avenues were just starting to dry up. Agatha Leon filled herself with early morning bitter coffee; Mickey took his breakfast with his moms; Isa took bites from a cereal bar while packing her dr

“Not if we bar it.” “So you’ll, what, set fire to the library with this guard and Maya inside? The guard will just pull her out one of the windows or the door to the hallway.” “Raleigh, the other guard who helps protect Maya, he talks in his sleep. I know this because I was there, listening to him garble nonsense while he slept in the library, and I doused every book in a magical, invisible, odorless fire accelerant.” That sounds promising. “So the library will go up in flames before they can get out?”

My breath hitched, my heart hammering against my ribs. “I’m not sure where we could go,” I whispered, my mind racing through the floor plan. “The private study rooms are all booked...” Diego scanned our surroundings. The hour was late, the library sinking into a heavy, scholarly silence. A few students were scattered at the central desks, but most were buried in noise-canceling headphones, lost in their own worlds. “The archives in the back stacks are usually abandoned this late,” Diego murmured. My pulse went into overdrive. The stacks? It was a reckless risk. “We’d have to be silent,” I breathed, knowing my own lack of control was the biggest threat to our cover.

Sometimes, he looked at me angrily, but I thought that was happening because he didn’t manage to make me leave. Two days later, Portia came crying to me because Andrews had dumped her… I put out my cigarette, and I went to take a bath. When I finished, I put on her pajamas and returned to the living room to watch a movie on TV. At 11:30, the film was over, and I went to sleep. I was sleeping when a message on my cell phone woke me up. I grasped it from the bedside table and checked the time. 24:00. Midnight,