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Then looked at the father sitting in front of him "Yeah, I think it's just him. But, I haven't asked Alice and Logan this yet. They're still resting, and I'll ask them later!" Xander re-opened the last page of the brown-bound book, it had been a long time since Xander had found something like the one he was reading now. History books wrapped in fantasy stories really won't make him feel bored if he has to repeat to read the book. Mr.Erick closed his eyes, if Sebastian just said that, magic must be really so powerful.

I didn't know what he was thinking, and if I could read midns like he could, then I guess he wouldn't have had anything to keep to himself. Wolves couldn't read minds. We only went with our instincts, and our nostrils that could go lengths, while vampires could do their stuff, and even read minds. That was what Xander could do, he usually read the minds of people, those girls that loved to he around him, and just took their heats and read them. Though he wasn't able to do that to me most of the time, I knew that I couldn't have done it either. Why the hell was he suddenly gloomy, and why was he looking that way?

**Content Warning:** This chapter contains explicit content and mature themes. Reader discretion is advised Aria's POV: As he walked deeper into the room, the dim light revealed Xander. His nose flared in alert, and his jaw clenched. His eyes flashed golden a few times as he walked towards me. I don’t need to tell him what was going on with me because from his eyes, I know he must be able to smell the heat and my arousal. A whimper escapes my lips when the heat increases. “Help me,” I say between sobs.

Xander and Carolina read them at night, aloud, grading their literary merit—she with sharp disdain, he with reluctant amusement. And when the threats came too close, when the city’s nerves twitched, it fell to Xander to become the shield. The muscle memory was there, even if the muscle was sometimes literal metal: the instant calculation of best angles, the dance of interposition. Carolina hated it, this silent sacrificial calculus, but never complained. Instead, she stole his nights, pulling him into bed, building a wall of books and blankets and sweat between themselves and the outside world. One night, as they lay side by side, listening to the rain guttering down the windmill’s battered

"Elara and Merida invited me too." Xavier quickly tapped the e-reader screen, which displayed a line he'd already written. "You're just an afterthought." Leonard silently shot him a look.

"I'm done with the letter." Chiara nodded her head and continued working on her laptop. Xavier glanced around the room, not sure of what to do. He had checked the laptop for incriminating information, but all he saw was games and songs, there was no file on the laptop and the browser history was clear, absolutely nothing. He stared at the bookcase in the room, it was filled with different business and marketing books, he wondered if she actually read them. A book caught his eyes and he looked closer at it, it was titled 'Expressions and Emotions: How to understand them'. He read the title on the spine again, to be sure he had not imagined it, it was correct. 'Why would she read something lik

She wondered how anyone could remain so angry at him, when he sounded so helpless, so genuine and his words even though she knew they were fake and might be borrowed words from a book, made her core throb and her body shivered. As she dived into the dangerous Waters of imagining the immense pleasure, the thought of being truly loved by a man like Xavier will bring. A man who chose you not because he didn't really have a choice or not because of lack of willingness from the female department because she had seen how much influence he had on their senses. "I__" "Everything about you is so perfect. You have no idea. You want to eat all thirty pancakes, fine. It is even sexy." She chuckled light

Chapter 118: In Another Life, I Would Be Your Son RILEY I nodded eagerly, scooting over to make room for him to sit on the edge of my mattress instead. The book was about a brave little wolf who went on adventures and learned important lessons about friendship and courage. Mr. Xenois had read it with different voices for each character, making me giggle despite the heaviness in my chest. When he'd finished the story and closed the book, I'd looked at him carefully in the soft light from my lamp.

The air around him was distorting, and it felt like anytime from now that it would snap at its seams. "I am the Author! I have the power to rewrite everything," Xander screamed, standing up and slamming his hand onto the book, "If you won't play your parts, then I'll burn the theatre!" He grabbed a heavy glass inkwell and raised it above the book. "If I spill this, the Deletion completes. There will be no past. There will be no future. Just nothing." "Darius, the book!" I lunged, but Xander flicked his quill, and a wall of solid black ink erupted from the floor, throwing me back against a crumbling bookshelf.

My eyes move around based on instinct and as if fate is trying to test me, I see the dragon rider book lying on the floor, along with other books that have fallen with his bookshelf. My body tightens. It’s a pretty black colored large book with gold fonts. I had looked for it the other day but Xaden had come in before I could find it. I promised Liam to steal this for him and in return— he would protect my lie. But funny enough, I don’t have a single urge to reach for the book. My attention returns to Xaden limp body. I lower my upper body to his, placing my ear in front of his heart. I can’t hear a single breath. His chest is not moving.