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Sally had drawn my attention to it. "Fine, we could read that..." "No, we don't have time, forget about those romances, let's learn first, that we don't have time." I sighed but she was right, I pulled the book, grabbing it to read, and a piece of paper fell off it. I picked it up and put it back into it, I didn't want to go through it, I just felt it was private and he would be mad if I went through it. I sat for hours, going through the book, through the day, the book was all I could go through, I was surprised, it had a note at every end of the chapter, about how to shift into your wolf easily.

Most of them have only one picture on the page and are a quarter of the size of a regular book. "Shit." I say quietly. "I can't believe it still costs ten bucks for a book that only has six pages. I can get a two hundred page paperback at the grocery store for the same price." Tiffany smirks. "But does your two hundred page paperback have fur like this touchy-feely book with a tiger on the front?" "It has fur?" I grab it out of her hands and begin going through it, touching all the different pictures as I turn the pages.

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He kept his look consistent until she hesitantly let up on the stranglehold she had on the book and given it over to him. He reclined and flipped through the polished pages, stopping to a great extent prior to smiling innocently up at her. He looked so stunningly attractive that briefly she didn't understand that he was conversing with her. "My apologies, since I didn't exactly get what I am seeing through you right now." She murmured and his smile extended as he flipped the book toward her, tapping his long pointer on the image of a smiling dark Labrador retriever. "I had one very much like this," he informed and she scowled.

Back to the front cover. Kenneth gave me this book as a present. For drawing purposes, I know it's a sketchpad with white blank papers. Just ordinary... Yet now, I'm witnessing with my own two eyes how the plain abstract cover erased its colors, transforming into something red with cursive design at the center. Written in thick italic letters, THE BOOK OF STRINGS wrote itself as if there's an invisible hand with golden ink writing them. If I'm in my right state of mind, I would have screamed, tuck my tails, and bolt to ask for help. But I did nothing of those...

I was invited to the year-end party hosted by a partner company. As soon as I reached the entrance of the banquet hall, I saw the last person I wanted to see. Timmy Sunderland. He was holding a thick stack of papers and handing them out one by one to the guests going in and out. When I walked past him, he did not even look up as he handed me a sheet. "Hello, if your company has any open positions, please consider me first. This is my resume."

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

He must know for sure now that she was lying. “It has your name in it. It is yours, right?” She nodded, surveying it. It was all there. She had forgotten about it. “There were some loose pages. I gathered them all up and put them back in. I hope I got them all,” he said. “You did,” she said softly, touched, embarrassed. “I followed the trail of pages, and the funny thing is….they lead me down the alley.” She continued to look down at the book, refusing to make eye contact.

“We improvise it live.” Pauly handed her a slim, battered paperback—Mockingbird, cover worn, pages gutted to hold a wafer-thin transceiver and a micro-SD slot. “Your new copy. Same weight as the real one. Press the title twice if you’re burned; it wipes your last three hours and plays an audiobook. Press the author twice and it pings us with location.” She slid the book into her tote without looking. “And if I press the spine?” “It complains about being objectified,” Pauly said.