Novel & Cerita Twelve By Twelve Book

I nodded at what they said. Both of them stayed here for a while to cook for me. After taking a shower, they already left and texted me. I landed my stares on the book they left. I sat on the sofa as I opened its first page. This book is too thick but only half of it has a letter. The other pages are blank and I'm still wondering why they published this kind of book. I jumped into other pages where I could get information because I'm too sleepy already to browse the other pages.

Mrs Jane was not in her usual sitting place by the window close to the big flower pot sipping coffee. I scratched the back of my head and walked towards the kitchen. “Mrs Jane,” I called out as my eyes fluttered around the kitchen, it was empty. Is she not home yet? I thought to myself and walked out of the kitchen, I glanced down at my wristwatch, it was past eight in the evening and Mrs Jane always arrives home before seven in the evening which made me think of what Lukas said. He had received a text message from his mother and left earlier, is his mother okay?

Earlier, when she stood on the terrace, reminiscing of her painful past, she thought that maybe she had done the wrong thing by pretending to have lost all her memories. Her assistants and best friend had urged her that this was a wrong idea, but she was stubborn, saying that she was going to do it no matter what. The reason why they wanted her not to go back in that palace was because they were afraid all the bad memories would cloud her mind and drive her insane. That time, as she looked at all the people standing there, listening keenly to what Alpha Rasmore had to tell them, her blood boiled. Her mind clicked back to that day, which was and still is a nightmare for her. The day her twins

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An icy horror permeates me, “She knew?” “She had to have known,” Rachel throws her head back and laughs. “After all, the first thing she handed me was a forbidden book about genies. I was nine years old. I learn how to hide from them all. You’re wrong about one thing. I’m not a phony. I am intelligent because I forced myself to be. My kind has no place in this world and I taught myself everything. I excelled at everything because I had to survive, to become strong. I always considered this place home till I left. And that’s when I realized. Mistfall Wilderness Camp will never accept me as who I am. But there are others who will, who have. And they are the people who now have my loyalty!”

My body still hummed from the encounter. Leo’s suspicion was growing. Rafael was circling closer. Adrian and Damien were on edge. And now Dr. Brooks. A baby was coming into this storm and I was already adding more fuel to the fire. The estate waited for me when I returned. But nothing felt the same. My secrets were no longer just affairs. They were multiplying into something that could destroy everyone around me. And the scariest part? I was not sure I wanted to stop.

Gordon. “This place looks abandoned,” I stated. He smiled and nodded in agreement. “The magic is underneath.” The underground base was cold and poorly lit, the lights in the hallway were blinking, and in each room a scientist was injecting a patient. We waited for Blake to wake up before Mr.Gordon placed a document on a table and told me to open it. The document contained the profiles of two teenagers; Abby and Ashley Luther. Blake massaged his scalp as he looked at the profiles. “Why are you showing us this?” he asked angrily.

She barely has any makeup on, and she still looks like she could be on the cover of a magazine. I immediately begin to feel self-conscious about myself. I have limp straight hair and smaller eyes. I barely have a waist, and my small b-cups wouldn't fill my mate's massive hands. My face is blemish-free, and I have been told my skin is nice, but that's it. I'm not athletic, even though I am thin. My butt is nothing to drool over...Basically, I am a twelve-year-old boy compared to Jannah. "I can't do this," I whisper before attempting to shut the door in her face.

I still remembered that Finnley had always booked that room because he believed that December belonged to me. The number twelve represented me. I never expected him to book that room again. "Who is with him?" Alice asked curiously.

A pull like a magnet, weak but just about perceptible. Caitlin opened her eyes and followed the pull as it led her to a shelf of dusty books. Her eyes skimmed across the spines, unable to read any of the languages. But then she saw one book in English and knew, deep inside of her, that she had found what she had been sent here for. She pulled the book down and a cloud of dust flew into the air. The book had clearly not been touched for centuries. She had to be careful with it in case the pages shattered on contact with her skin.