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He continued toward the bus, climbing the stairs, leaving Ellie to stare after him in surprise. Ellie climbed back on the bus, avoiding Jake's gaze and finding her seat in the last row. She pulled out her chips, opened the bag, and put her headphones back in. Her mood hadn't improved much so she found a new classic audiobook. Ah, yes, there it was, Dickens always had a dreary narrative to fit her mood, a perfect fit following her upsetting realization that she would quite literally never escape the world of wolves. She turned the book on and stared out the window:

When I spent almost few minutes reading the first few pages, I heard footsteps coming, so I assumed it was my Roz or Lexy, so I said, “this book is really amazing, I didn’t know that there was someone was really suffered from extreme extroversion. It says here that this man had no social interaction and had no social life. Oh, I could not imagine his life.” When I turned my gaze unto them, I was shocked because I was literally talking not to my friends but to stranger.

I turn the phone back off and return it to the desk. Finally, I turn back to the bookshelf. I pick up a book I found titled The Catcher in the Rye . I recognized the title as a classic piece of American literature, but I've never read it myself. His copy looks distinctly different from the rest of his books. The others look either new or almost new, but this one looks as though it has been read several times. I settle on the couch, open the book, and begin to read. ~~~ I freeze when I hear thumping outside on the porch. The doorknob rattles. I stare at the door in terror. A loud knock sounds. It's probably Ryan. It's got to be him. Definitely.

Looks like I've learned another lesson to the saying; don't judge the book by its title. Even with the flaw in my codename, The Seven Sins of Underground Society sounds great and is not horrible to listen to. It's amusing to consider that whoever it was that I had attempted to drive away at the time would still be my buddies. There's nothing wrong with being weird; they might even be weirdos. My pals could even infect me without my knowledge. Nice ... I can call one of my pals.

It felt heavier now, like it was carrying the weight of something awful. I hesitated. My heart was racing so fast I could feel it in my throat. Should I open it? Should I wait? But curiosity or maybe fear won. I went to the dresser, flipped open my laptop, and plugged it in. One file appeared on the screen. Just one. AUDIO-47.mp3 I clicked it. At first, all I heard was static. Then a voice — sharp, smooth, unmistakable. Kristoff.

Ava's POV: I picked out a thick leather bound book from the shelf. Its black rough surface was covered with dust. Wiping it with my palm, I looked at the title. Senex Animarum. Once again, I felt the frustration gripping my insides. Every single book in this place was filled with a language I didn't know. I should've taken French this semester. But this language looked nowhere near French. I opened the book and looked at the worn out dust-filled pages. There were diagrams. And foreign words.

He instructed the class. How many times has someone mentioned the word 'different' since I got here? At the fundraising event, I heard that word about ten times from the people my aunt introduced me to. How am I different? I wanted to tell out. He walked over to the table in front of the class and passed me a book. I realized it was a novel; Purple hibiscus by Chimamanda Adichie. "That's the book we're currently studying, you can take it with you to your seat. Also, you can take the seat beside Webster" He dismissed me and I was bothered about how I'm supposed to know who Webster was.

i can learn so much from reading it. In the middle of drowning in my book I felt a presence opposite me and heard the sound of chair screeching and within a half minute I heard a rough male voice " Hey there! iam watching you from the last one hour reading that book without moving.so,I came here to check that you are dead or so" He said laughter in his voice.

That was how she died—alone in the dungeon. Theo told the story so vividly, but to me, it felt as if I was just listening to someone else's life. "Hey, tomorrow's a rest day. Alpha Ethan asked me to take you home," I said to him. We chatted and laughed as we walked. Suddenly, my wolf sensed danger. A few black wolves appeared in front of us, lunging toward us at high speed. They were after Theo. I reacted instantly, scooping Theo into my arms and running with all I had.

Adams waited at the driver’s seat patiently humming to himself when all of a sudden, the door burst opened, startling him. “Oh mine! Ichabod! You almost gave me a fit! Why were you back so....” He kept quiet as he recognized the twitched face and the cyan eyes. In a low growl, Odin ordered, “drive!” “Okay.” Adams said without further ado and switched on the engine. **