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“Hold it for now. I’ll activate it in a moment. Then put it in your pocket. We could wait until we’re closer, but it’s safer to be invisible the whole way.” She looks around. That makes me look too. The road is empty. The trail is quiet. Nothing moves. No people. No sound. Just us. “We have a couple of things to go over first,” she says. “When the charm activates, you’ll be invisible. Even to yourself. It might feel strange. I’ll still be able to see you because it’s my magic. But you won’t see me.” “I won’t see you?” I ask. “Or myself?”

But as Kamon squeezed my hand and smiled at me with complete confidence in whatever came next, I thought maybe complicated wasn't necessarily bad. Maybe it was just... supernatural. [End of Chapter 13]

The title page and table of contents looks normal, but I keep flipping pages to get to chapter one. Two more pages and I’m staring at the first chapter, titled “Finding a Companion.” I almost missed the title completely because my eyes were drawn to the center of the page where there was a rectangular shaped wooden box. All the pages had been cut through the center to fit this box inside, and there was something carved into the box. It was an image of the compass rose and the words “You’re My True North.” I glance back up to the first sentence of the chapter and it reads, “When preparing for an adventure, the first, and possibly most important, decision is who you will choose as your comp

Because whatever future lay ahead, something between us had already begun to shift. A sudden draft swept through the room, snuffing out half the candles in an instant. Shadows leapt across the walls, stretching long and twisted, as if something unseen had stirred awake. Carter and I both froze. The temperature dropped, and the fire in the hearth crackled—then flared, shifting from orange to a deep, unnatural blue. My hand fell instinctively to the charm at my neck, its metal warm—no, hot—against my skin. Carter’s gaze flicked to it, then to the fire, a look of realization flashing through his dim eyes. “It’s starting, isn’t it?” he whispered, voice low, almost reverent.

Frankly I hated the color pink, it just looked a bit ugly to me. "Please! Just come just this one time. You can't possibly let me go all alone." She grumbled like a kid all through the ride to our apartment but I remained adamant on my decision. I couldn't get out of my head thoughts about the stranger I had met at the cafe earlier today. There was something in the way that handsome stranger held on to my wrist, the way his touch felt familiar to my skin that kept on lingering in my head. ***** Hey it's me, Cherry again! How is the second chapter coming? Don't be disappointed or discouraged, its leading to something BIG, I promise. Byeee. Don't forget to vote and comment!!!

Stephanie laughed. "Or stay with Charles and spend the rest of your life wondering what he has hidden from you." I looked toward the darkness. "What do you want?" Her voice became colder. "You." "Why?" "Because you were never supposed to survive." Silence. Then she added— "And now that you've awakened..." The glowing eyes beyond the trees began moving closer. "...the curse has awakened with you." My heart stopped. Charles looked at me. "Anne..." A strange warmth suddenly spread through my body.

--- Memories --- Silence. --- Aren carefully opened the first page. --- And froze. --- For a photo was pasted there. --- A picture of them. --- Of everyone. --- In the clearing. --- The day the door was closed. --- No one had taken that photo. --- No one. --- Beneath it was a handwritten line. --- Handwriting Aren recognized immediately. --- Unsteady. --- A bit crooked. --- But unmistakable. --- > Chapter 1 --- Slowly, he turned the page.

I whimper out trying to escape the forbidden fruit of his pheromone-based scent, and whatever enthralled spell he had me under before denying the orgasm I didn’t know I could need that badly. Chapter 1.13 Cupcake with Rainbow Frosting, By Vince

Slowly, carefully, I extended my right foot forward an inch, then another, until my boot brushed the base of the shrine. My toes found the charm by feel—small, hard, wrong. I curled my toes and gave it a tiny nudge. It moved. Not far. But enough to break perfect alignment. I nudged again, a little faster, like an unconscious fidget. The charm rolled just out from under the stone lip, lost in the dead leaves and dirt. The prickling under my skin eased a fraction. The wrong smell thinned. Maris went on, oblivious, her hands lifted to the moon like she could drag its light down and bend it to her will.

Yet, I didn’t have the book when I landed myself in my current trouble, so maybe I should do more reading and less acting on my horniness. With that in mind, I flip open the book. I skim past the familiar chapters until my attention catches on something I don’t remember reading before. It’s a chapter farther back in the book, entitled, The Pleasant Torture of Edging from a Nerdy Boy. What the hell are these titles? Though I suppose it is effective. It catches my eye, after all. Quietly lambasting the author in my head, I skim through the chapter. Within it, the heroine is flirting with a shy, nerdy boy who mostly stammers at first – until the clothes come off. Then it’s like he’s an entirely