Twice Read Books Novels & Stories

Her first two books, Thunder Struck and Killer Wave—she picked them up off the table and held them high — they hit the bestseller lists in Australia, and now their new release, Wild Fire, did the same, in addition to making The New York Times list. She held up the new book. “He's going to read an excerpt from Wild Fire today, and I'm telling you it's one of those impossible books. to stop reading. And he will also tell us a little about his creation process and respond to questions. Then, of course, he'll sign the books I know they'll want to buy. So it is because you didn't come here to hear me speak, I'll turn the floor over to Damien Black. She took a step to the side.

I laugh at them when I saw Sava roll her eyes and made the sound ‘blah, blah, blah. They are twins after all. I certainly notice that Sevi loves to read books about the solar system, financing, motivational books, Einstein's theories, evolution, and business math. There are many more advanced books category that we collected this morning when we fixed his room. At an early age how could he have been interested in that kind of book, he was truly one in a million. But then I look at the book he was reading right now. It was also connected to their longing for not having a father, both of them are certainly looking for a father’s love. Damn, this kid is seriously killing it.

In the back of the room, someone guffawed. "Jane?" "I read A Tale of Two Cities, by Charles Dickens. It has 422 pages." Jane tried to say it in a matter-of-fact tone, but she couldn't keep the glee out of her voice. Then she read her page. Like Emily's, it told mainly what the book was about. But the plot of the A Tale of Two Cities was so complicated that it was that easy to summarize in a page.

She turned the yellowed pages, running her finger over the black embossed words. "I'll take history," Casper announced grabbing the first book his hands landed on. He rested it against his chest, pacing the room as he flicked through the pages, sighing at every page turn. Gage opted for the Lycan section. Lena war and battles and Serena diaries of the royals. I went to the section on leadership and Alphas. Hours passed. The pile of discarded books in the middle of the room grew bigger and bigger as the books yet to read dwindled. Blake still tapped furiously at the laptop he rested on a small reading table. Lena joined Casper in sighing after each page turn.

“I’m still finding my footing.” “It takes time.” He sat across from me and watched me with that steady brown gaze. “My mother said it took her three months before this place felt like hers.” I smiled. Filed the softness of it away somewhere I wouldn’t look at again. * * * Seraphine found me that afternoon. I was in the pack library, supposedly reading. Actually mapping every access point to the east wing on a blank page tucked inside the book’s back cover. She knocked once and entered without waiting, which was the kind of thing she did to remind everyone that permission was a courtesy she didn’t require.

“Really? That’s such a relief, I couldn’t handle it if my Matty was upset with me.” “You’re the only person I’ll ever let refer to me as ‘Matty’, just remember that.” “Fine by me. So what have you got?” He brought over about five or six really old-looking leather-bound books and set them down. “I’d say we start here. These books date back centuries and are full of information regarding the man and wolf connection. I would guess that if they know about that connection, then maybe somewhere someone found how to break it.” I grabbed the top book on the stack and passed it over to Matt before it took the second one down.

My heart was wild, alive, free. The path back seemed shorter than before, though it twisted between jagged rocks and tall grass but I leapt across rocks and trees as if it was nothing. The morning light spilled through the clouds, soft and golden. I could see tiny details now, the veins in leaves, the shimmer of dew on spiderwebs. Every sound carried clear: the chirp of distant birds, the rustle of pine needles, the steady rhythm of my own breathing. The air tasted sweet. I could still sense the twins somewhere inside, their energy bright, steady, intertwined like twin flames. They were planning something, I could feel it. A storm gathering quietly in the distance.

She went back down the secret room tracing her steps back to what she tripped on on her first arrival. When she raised the lid, she realized her guess was right. It was indeed a metal vault embedded on the floor. Curiosity outweighed fear, and she’d pressed her thumb against the scanner. Click. Inside was a small leather-bound book wrapped tightly in a black cloth. She had unwrapped it. Inside was a hardcover book with a title clearly ascribed to the front in gold ink; The Book of Life and Death. Her breath caught, “What the hell?” She muttered underneath her breath.

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“You hurt both of us. And now you wonder why people still look at me like I’m the villain in your tragic little story.” Charles looked up at her, he could see the tears that built up in her eyes threatening to spill. “You’re not the villain.” “Try telling that to the whispers in the elevator,” Michelle said bitterly. “To the eyes that follow me every time I walk into this building.” “I’m sorry,” he said softly. Michelle laughed without humor. “You’ve said that before.” “I mean it now.” She looked at him, really looked at him. “Do you still want her back?”