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The clock chimed in the early hours of the morning. I stared at the sky-blue cake on the table as its frosting slowly melted. My birthday had come and gone in silence. I walked slowly to the table and looked at the forgotten cake. I picked it up and took a bite. "Happy birthday," I told myself. Then, without a second thought, I threw it into the trash can. Madison Carter pushed the door open just as I was tossing the cake away. She curled her lips in displeasure and held up the bag in her hand. "Cass, I went out of my way to bring you takeout from a well-known restaurant."

Greta and Gabby made their way to Page Turner’s Bookstore just down the street from the Blue Moon Inn. Once inside the warmth of the large shop, Greta was surprised to see a bright modern shop, which included not only a metaphysical section, but my children’s section, too. With soft upbeat music playing in the background, it didn’t take long to find the shopkeeper chatting away to a rather wild looking dog by a fireplace.

He still doesn’t turn around. When she realizes he won’t be replying back she leaves, giving me one last side eye glare. He turns around finally and sees me waving my hand in front of my face trying to get her strong perfume away from me. He holds back a laugh, “I’m guessing the Alpha title comes with a lot of fans,” I say walking over to the table to grab my contract. “The title definitely comes with a lot. Not all of which is wanted,” he sighs and grabs one of the bags and a shoe box and hands them to me. “You can change over there,” he points to the corner that has those fabric moving walls like the hospitals do. “Excuse me? Change? Why am I changing?” I ask him clearly confused. He lifts

The book was normally kept in the room with all the ancient books but on ceremonial days it was kept in the alpha’s safe. He carefully set it on the table. “Come on beautiful,” Arion held out his hand to me. I held his hand as I walked to the book. Carefully, I opened the cover. Without warning, the pages began to flip themselves. I was surprised to realize I wasn’t scared. The pages stopped on what looked like a series of blank pages in the middle of the book. I stared at them, but I saw nothing. Arrow and Arion stood next to me. They gently began rubbing circles on my sore back. Suddenly, the pages began to show words. The words appeared to be glowing. Before long, all the pages that had

No corners bent. He closed his eyes, tracing the gesture in his mind. Left hand pressing down the page. Right thumb and forefinger pinching the corner, gently lifting, flipping it over. Then forefinger and middle finger smoothing the new page flat. Her sleeves would be rolled up, revealing the chilblain scars on her wrists. When she turned a page, her head would tilt slightly down. Her collar would shift to the left. Because her body's center of gravity would shift right as her right hand turned the page, the collar naturally sliding left.

Serenity turned the next page of the book again instantly. "Hey, how come some of the pages are torn out? But why, I can't get any other information if the next page isn't there." Serenity muttered and continued to turn the pages of the book, but still could not find the paper shreds of the missing pages. Serenity was annoyed.

It contained only one sentence: “When the final page is turned, the knowledge will leave the page and enter the reader. There is no turning back.” My hands shook. I stared at the last page blank except for a single sigil in the center, glowing faintly in the candlelight. It wasn’t ink. It was light. Living light. I took a breath and exhale.Then I turned the page. The moment my finger touched the corner, the book screamed with sensation. A surge of energy broke through me, white-hot and blinding. It poured into my eyes, my mouth, my bones. I felt my memories unravel and reweave, my thoughts multiply, my very breath split into a thousand threads.

The room suddenly feels colder. I should leave. I turn to go— But my elbow knocks the edge of the small table beside the bed. The book she was holding drops to the floor with a thud. I sigh and bend down, picking it up. The cover is still upside down. But when I flip it, so the cover is upside down and the spine faces the floor, something strange happens. The text inside is perfectly upright. My fingers freeze on the page. I flip back to the front. The title is wrong-side up again.

He simply couldn't find the answer. As he leaned back in his chair, pressing his fingers to his temples in agitation, Marie burst into the room. Before he even opened his eyes, she exclaimed excitedly, "Mr. Hansen, the items have been returned!" "What ite—" Jeremy's eyes snapped open, but he didn't finish the question before Marie approached, carrying the items in her hands. He stared at the familiar jewelry and the pair of starry night cufflinks, momentarily stunned. "Mr. Hansen, as expected, it was Ms. Thompson who stole—"

The bra was almost transparent with a peculiar inner layer. I held it up and insisted, "Check this item." "What tricks are you up to now?" Edward crossed his legs and scoffed as he leaned back lazily. "Are you jealous that Cindy has better taste and a better figure than you? Don't worry. Once I'm in a better mood, I'll buy you one too." While disdain was written on his face, Cindy's expression was the opposite. In an instant, all the color drained from her face. … The lab results came back quickly.