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He asked questions—not the shallow kind Damon’s associates had used to make polite conversation, but real questions. “What’s your favorite book?” he asked at one point, leaning close to be heard over the music. She blinked, startled. “My book?” He smiled faintly. “Yeah. Everyone’s got one. The one they can read again and again and never get tired of.” Mya hesitated, then admitted, “Wuthering Heights. It’s… tragic and messy, but there’s something about the passion in it. The kind that consumes people.” Keith nodded thoughtfully. “I get that. Mine’s The Count of Monte Cristo. Revenge, redemption, justice—it’s a story that makes you think about what really matters when you lose everything.”

I told him about the bookstore, about the customers who came in looking for very specific recommendations. "There was this woman yesterday who wanted a romance where the hero is a villain but not in a sexy way. Just actually terrible." Daemon's lips twitched. "Did you find her one?" "I recommended Wuthering Heights. She looked horrified." "Accurate, though." "Right? Heathcliff is the worst. But people romanticize him anyway." "People romanticize a lot of things they shouldn't." The way he said it made me look at him more closely. There was something in his expression—something almost vulnerable beneath the usual control.

Heira said. "Oh... so who the fuck is the one who ruined our wedding? I'm going to beat the shit out of them."Xyneth said which made Heira smile then she changed the subject to avoid herself fron spilling some more secrets. "By the way, have you already read the novel that I brought for you?"She asked and Xyneth nodded. "Yup, already done." "And?" She gave her a thumbs up, "It was so smooth and beautiful. I felt like I'm going to cry about how good the storyline and the plot was so good. My rating will be 101% over 100%."

That moment the pain in my heart came back but this time the feeling overwhelmed me. It took over my body and it was so heavy that I collapsed and fell of the bed and on the ground. What is happening to me, where does this come from. I hear Scarlett screaming for help but she sounds far away. Then words formed sentences in my head. “I Jane Burns reject Alpha Noah Greenwood as my mate.”

“Out loud. Start to finish. Every word.” Her mouth went dry. “Professor—” “Elias,” he corrected, voice low. “When it’s just us. And yes. Read.” She swallowed. Took the pages from his hand. Her fingers brushed his—warm, deliberate—and a shiver raced down her spine. She started. “Wuthering Heights is not merely a story of doomed love; it is a brutal examination of obsession, of bodies and souls twisted together until neither can breathe without the other…”

“So... it was truly just a play for the cameras?” Hudson didn't answer her. He turned and walked into the night, his silence more terrifying than a howl. Anna turned to Lenny, tears pricking her eyes. “He’s gone, Lenny. He’s truly gone.” Lenny placed a hand on her shoulder. “Stay close, Miss Watts. He is an Alpha; his heart will return to the pack eventually. You are the perfect match for a Lord of the Wastes. He will see it.” Anna smiled, the obsession rekindling. “My brother was wise to save you from the pits. You are a loyal hound, Lenny.”

‘Maybe he developed a liking for it,’ Chris thought with a shrug. He randomly pulled out a book from the romance section and read it. After skimming through the first few chapters, his interest died down and he immediately closed the book. Chris placed it back to where he had first found it. He felt chills running down his spine as the scenes were repeatedly playing in his head. “Just what kind of a book lets the female lead be so whiny and crazy?! My Lord… Nathan Hunt, just what kind of—never mind. I don’t even want to know,” he shuddered in disgust and hurriedly walked away from there.

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He started to help her unpack her books, glancing at the spines as they started to shelve them in a tiny bookshelf that wouldn’t hold even half of her collection. Jane Austen, Charlotte Brontë, Elizabeth Gaskell, John Keats, Shakespeare, Virginia Woolf, Charles Dickens—so many books, most of which had clearly been read over and over again. Some were falling apart, barely glued together. When he took out a copy of Frankenstein, the cover fell off entirely. “Oh, poor guy. This one has been through a lot.” Rose took the book from him, smiling. That smile burst something inside him. Something hot, something dangerous. Something that felt exactly like longing. He caught his breath and forced hims