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As we sat, I couldn't help but notice how his eyes darted around, trying to take in every detail. "Okay, vampire boy, pop quiz time," I said, leaning in close. "See that book with the shimmering silver spine? Don't even think about touching it." Sebastian's brow furrowed. "Why not?" "Because it's bound in changeling skin," I replied matter-of-factly. "One wrong move and it'll try to wrap itself around you. Trust me, that's a bitch to get out of." His eyes widened. "Noted. Any other death traps I should be aware of?"

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Miss Shelby pursed her lips, "I think you may be right. Maybe I'll try it with some jam next time." I cleared my throat, "Miss Shelby?" "Sorry, hon." Miss Shelby chuckled, "Lost in thought." "Do you have any books on Vampires?" I tried to keep my tone light-hearted, "Like actual fact--not fiction." "We refuse to carry fiction in this house. This house is full of facts, nothing less!" Miss Shelby shook her head, "But why on earth would you want to learn about Vampires, hon?" Mason and Breyona both had their full attention on me. I struggled to maintain my composure, but placed an innocent facade on my face.

I called again, moving toward the door but I got no answer. This guy is not only a nerd, he is also weird and somehow crazy. I wonder how I was going to cope with him when I joined his book club. I grabbed my phone off the table and unlocked it. As the screen popped on, messages flooded in. Group chats messages , especially the ones I've muted for a while now. ‘Arian Smith, Orleans College Book Club President, Accused of Misusing Club Funds.’ I blinked, trying to wake myself from the dream. I scrolled down, read it again and it was still the same.

says Mach, looking at the many posters, "it appears there is a library club, but that's not as alluring as you'd think." "Why's that?" asks Hala. "The library club has to sort out returned books. That'll take up my reading time if I join it," answers Machiv. "That might not be so bad," says Syl, "I mean, the worst that can happen is that you get to peruse through a wide variety of books." "True. But still it takes up time," says Mach. Keito nudges Machiv, and Machiv turns to him, and Keito nods to the poster in question for the library club. Machiv reads part of it, and says, "Hmm, well, that is true."

I was relieved to see there were no men here, at least if there was going to be a man he should be gay and we all agreed to that. We were six. Cindy Bellman, Aisha Mohammed, Drew Finch, Jessica Boston, Lexi Hale, and me. We were just six beautiful ladies who loved to talk about our favorite books and rant about how JK Rowling is a bitch for her transphobic tweets. Sometimes we'd just go out to have some fun. We weren't just a book club we were a sisterhood. Lexi's mystery thriller novel will be out next month and I'm so happy for her, there's no room for jealousy or spite because as women who moan over hot fictional characters like Christian Grey we can not bash each other all we have is lov

Mysha had other plans instead. "There's so much we could do right now," Mysha stated. I ignored her and continued to read. Suddenly, she snatched the book from me and tossed it to the other side of the room. My jaw dropped and I made a sound of protest. "Hey!" I shouted. "You don't just go and throw books! That's a sin right there!" Mysha rolled her eyes at me. "We're going to the club." Her tone held finality, so I didn't even bother to attempt to change her mind. She stood up and went over to my closet. "Do you have anything sexy in here?"

“That’s cute. I’ll take however long it takes for you to call off your wrecking crew.” Damien Voss crossed his arms, the movement pulling his jacket tight. “Miss Reyes, my team has been trying to reach you for weeks. Certified letters. Emails. Your lawyer’s been dodging ours. Storming in here changes nothing.” “Changes nothing?” Her voice rose. “You’re talking about bulldozing the only place in this city where kids actually read books instead of staring at screens. Where old ladies meet their book clubs. Where my parents—” She cut herself off, jaw tight. No. Not here. Not to him.

“And it has kept lesser beings from finding what they should not. Until now. The Council felt my charm was becoming a security risk.” Vlixyra smiled, a slow, wicked curve of her lips. “The Council pays well. And I have a certain appreciation for… order.” She plucked the book of sorrow from the shelf. The moment her skin made full contact with the cover, a wave of profound, desolate grief washed through her. She leaned into it, dissecting the sensation with a scholar’s precision before setting it gently on a cart she had summoned. “This one needs a warding sheath. Its emotional resonance is corrosive.”